A Commission is a short one-act piece, with a sufficiently good plot, and every part in it a character, except “Parker, the Maid”—­and here let me enter a solemn protest against the further use of “PARKER” as the name of a lady’s-maid in farce or comedy.  PARKER is played out.  Let her be united to “CHARLES, his Friend,” and let both enjoy their well-earned retirement from the stage.

Miss LILY HANBURY plays “Mrs. Hemmersley, a rich young widow,” which cannot be described as “a poor part.”  With this LILY, who looks rich and is beautiful, the poor artist—­a very poor artist—­one Marshall (without a Christian name in the bill, so why not Snelgrove Marshall?) well played by Dr. FORBES DAWSON, falls desperately in love.  WEEDON GROSSMITH is very good as the servant—­almost better as the servant than as the author of the piece, and that’s saying a good deal.

The Pantomime Rehearsal is eminently funny; especially the first scene between the four men, Messrs. ELLIOT, DANEMORE, GROSSMITH, and BRANDON THOMAS.  As for the last-mentioned, it is well worth a visit to this theatre to see Mr. BRANDON THOMAS in two pieces, first as the Model, and then as the Heavy Swell.  It is a strong thing to say, but I can call to mind no actor on the stage at the present moment who could in two different characters on the same night so completely and absolutely lose his identity,—­for voice, manner, action, and of course appearance are all utterly changed,—­as does Mr. BRANDON THOMAS as Gloucester the Model, and as Captain Tom Robinson.

All the ladies are good.  Miss HELENA DACRE looks magnificent.  Then Miss EDITH CHESTER combines prettiness with fun, and the duet between her and clever Miss LAURA LINDEN is enthusiastically encored—­and deservedly so, for it is seldom that two young actresses will “go in” for a real genuine bit of nonsensical burlesque, and win.  In fact it is all good, “and if our friends in front” will accept my tip, they will not find a more “summery” form of entertainment than at Mr. EDWARDES’ TERRY’s Theatre.

JACK-IN-THE-BOX.

* * * * *

HOW IT HAPPENED;

OR, MANY A TRU(RO) WORD SAID IN JEST.

“And the See of Truro, your Gracious MAJESTY?” asked Lord SALISBURY, as he was packing up his portfolio, previous to leaving the Presence.

“Ah!” said the QUEEN, “for the moment I had forgot”—­

“Quite so, your MAJESTY, if you will graciously pardon the interruption,” put in the PREMIER—­“that’s the very person I would suggest.”

“Did I mention a name?” inquired the QUEEN, somewhat puzzled.

“Your MAJESTY,” replied the noble Earl, “observed that ’you had forgot.’  I would suggest that the Bishopric of Truro should be for GOTT.”  Of course it was at once settled, and a conge d’elire issued.

* * * * *