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BUFFALO BILL AT MUSIC HALL.

Buffalo Bill took the town by storm Saturday. Every boy who had read a dime novel spent his last nickel to get a place in the gallery, and in consequence that portion of the theater was filled to repletion. It was hotter than a hen-coop in summer time, and most of the occupants sought relief by taking off their coats and looking on in their shirt sleeves, while their shouts were louder than the yells of the painted imitations of tobacco signs on the stage. The house was the largest of the season, amounting to upward of $800.

The play itself is a full blown dime novel, and a puerile imitation of "The Danites," without the fine traits and genuine border humor that makes the "Danites" a strong drama. The only thing in it of any value is the acting of Buffalo Bill. This is hardly acting, his movements so free and lithe are the result of natural grace and ease. The procession in the street Saturday morning was a sickly burlesque. If Mr. Cody wants to have his Indians personated by Irishmen, he ought to draw his recruits from the south of Ireland, where their complexions are swarthy and their hair dark.