las," at the Lyceum, has proved so great a hit that the production of "Robert Macaire," which was to have been brought out on boxing-night, is adjourned for the present.
Miss Bateman returns to the Adelphi with the new year, to appear, I believe, as Julia, in the wearisome play of "The Hunchback." At the Haymarket, Mr. Sothern is to resume "Garrick" and "Lord Dundreary Married and Done For." The burlesque at that theatre, and at the Strand, has been written, I hear, by that arch-pun-man, Heary Byron; that at the St. James by William Brough.
As yet no piece in particular is expected to make much of a sensation.
Here is a joke on antiquaries, condensed from The Reader, worthy of ranking with Scott's "Aikin Dram's Lang Ladle" or Dickens's "Bill Stumps, His Mark." When the British Association went to Stonehenge last summer, their attention was attracted by certain marks on the under surface of the impost of the great central tallith, or what may be regarded as the key-stone to the