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Buffalo Bill.

There was a very good house at the Theatre
last night, and the performance went off in
fine style. Buffalo Bill, the Hon. Wm. F.
Cody, was the principal attraction. As an
actor on the mini stage he is a failure,
though in real life a big success; but he went
through his part in an off-hand don't-me-care
sort of manner that took immensely with the
boys in the gallery, who were all "well up"
in the history of his numerous scouting adventures
and penils in the far West. His
rifle practice was very good, but in the glasshall
shooting, somehow, he made a failure--
and the bow-and-arrow practice of the Indians
rather shamed his efforts in that line. The
actors in the drama performed their
parts very well; but the whole performance
was rather rough and disjointed,
and whether we consider it from an aesthetic,
dramatic, or intellectual standpoint,
it did not come up in any respect to public
expectations. The "Indians" are real live
sons of the forest, and the Irish comedian a
true Corkonian, whose performances with
the trained donkey was pronounced the best
thing on the hill.

The performance will be repeated to-night
and for Saturday matinee, and there will be
a change of programme for Saturday night.