After this to The Pavilion, in plenty of time to hear the ubiquitous ALBERT CHEVALIER singing his celebrated coster-songs.  Signor COSTA was a well-known name in the musical world some years ago; CHEVALIER Coster is about the best-known now.  These ditties are uncommonly telling; the music is so catching and so really good.  Then his singing of the little Nipper “on’y so ’igh, that’s all,” has in it that touch of nature which makes you drop the silent tear and pretend you are blowing your nose.  Capital entertainment at the “Pav.”  Ingress and egress is not difficult, and the place doesn’t become inconveniently hot.  The sweet singer with the poetic name of HERBERT CAMPBELL is very funny; which indeed he would be, even if he never opened his mouth.  Such a low comedian’s “mug!”

But of all the pretty things to be seen in its perfection here (I have seen it elsewhere, and was not so struck by it) is the Skirt Dance.  It is “real elegant,” graceful, and picturesque.  What a change has come over the Music-hall entertainment since—­since—­“since even I was a boy!” says the Acting Manager, Mr. EDWARD SWANBOROUGH,—­evergreen in the true sense of the word.  A vast improvement, no doubt of it.  But, with such good amusement for the public, why on earth do the Music-Halls want to do “Dramatic Sketches”?  And, if they do them, then, judging by what I saw at the “Pav,” I am fain to ask again, why, in the name of SHAKSPEARE, and the musical glasses, should the theatres object?

Does anyone seriously think that Othello or King Lear is wanted at the Music-Halls, or that SHERIDAN’S School for Scandal wouldn’t empty any Music-Hall of its patrons?  It is the “variety” which is the charm of the Music-hall show, and if any one part of the variety show is a bit too long—­longer let us say, than the time it takes to smoke one-eighth of a fair-sized cigar and to drink half a glass of something according to taste—­then the audience will pretty plainly express what they understand by Variety, what they have paid to see, and what they mean to have for their money; and if they don’t get it there, they’ll go somewhere else where it will be given them.  The summing-up, Gentlemen, is that, if you want a pleasant evening, you can’t do better than dine at Frascati and afterwards patronise the “Pav.”  Such is the opinion of

Y TI-BULLUS BIB.

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