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youths and maidens before referred to. At its and he suddenly recollects that his object on the scene was not so much to charm the woods and hills as to meet his friends Texas Jack and Buffalo Bill. He wonders for a moment that they have not yet appeared, but looking at the sun discovers that it is just the moment when the braves were to appear, and with that discovery they do appear, to the immense delight of the gallery. Over the heights constructed for Rip Van Winkle's goblins the rade hunters make their descent, and are soon by the side of the redoubtable Cale, and then there is a scene, and what a scene! The sweet familiarity, the ease, the grace, the intense naturalness, are not to be described. The three look at the leader of the orchestra, and make that good soul shake in his boots as they swear to take his scalp at the first favorable opportunity. After this they look to their arms and, seeing evidently for the first time that they are nre, proceed to puff the makers who presented them. The scene closes at this joint and the next opens with an Indian fight in which several tribes are entirely exterminated and about s ton of gunpowder is blown to blue blazes, The fighting in various forms, interspersed with temperance lectures and prayers to the Great Spirit and soliloquies in husky tone or Southern twang, is kept up till the end of the piece, which terminates only because every fighting, man lies stiff in death upon the sanguinary sward. Taken all in all, “The Scouts” is a piece whose like we have never seen before and are never likely to see again. The three worthless who figure most prominently, deserve minutest personal attention but time won't permit. Let it be said, however that Cale Durg looks rather more like a sentimental “coal heavier" than a back woodsman; that Texas Jack bears a most striking resemblance in hlananner to a Bowery, b'hoy; that Buffalo William has in his general aspect a great many features suggestive of the braggarts in all frontier r towns, who are always talking fight, but, tke the colored troops, fight nobody, and that the three together form as pretty a Combination of frauds as the country has ever paid to see. Shades of Shakspeare, the Scouts play, at the Academy to-night!. What are you going to do about it?

youths and maidens before referred to. At its and he suddenly recollects that his object on the scene was not so much to charm the woods and hills as to meet his friends Texas Jack and Buffalo Bill. He wonders for a moment that they have not yet appeared, but looking at the sun discovers that it is just the moment when the braves were to appear, and with that discovery they do appear, to the immense delight of the gallery. Over the heights constructed for Rip Van Winkle's goblins the rade hunters make their descent, and are soon by the side of the redoubtable Cale, and then there is a scene, and what a scene! The sweet familiarity, the ease, the grace, the intense naturalness, are not to be described. The three look at the leader of the orchestra, and make that good soul shake in his boots as they swear to take his scalp at the first favorable opportunity. After this they look to their arms and, seeing evidently for the first time that they are nre, proceed to puff the makers who presented them. The scene closes at this joint and the next opens with an Indian fight in which several tribes are entirely exterminated and about s ton of gunpowder is blown to blue blazes, The fighting in various forms, interspersed with temperance lectures and prayers to the Great Spirit and soliloquies in husky tone or Southern twang, is kept up till the end of the piece, which terminates only because every fighting, man lies stiff in death upon the sanguinary sward. Taken all in all, “The Scouts” is a piece whose like we have never seen before and are never likely to see again. The three worthless who figure most prominently, deserve minutest personal attention but time won't permit. Let it be said, however that Cale Durg looks rather more like a sentimental “coal heavier" than a back woodsman; that Texas Jack bears a most striking resemblance in hlananner to a Bowery, b'hoy; that Buffalo William has in his general aspect a great many features suggestive of the braggarts in all frontier r towns, who are always talking fight, but, tke the colored troops, fight nobody, and that the three together form as pretty a Combination of frauds as the country has ever paid to see. Shades of Shakspeare, the Scouts play, at the Academy to-night!. What are you going to do about it?