IT may seem a little late to speak in detail of the theatricals in aid of the H. U. B. C. which took place in Horticultural Hall, April 17, 18, and 19; but we are unwilling to allow such excellent performances to pass without more than casual mention. The opening play on Friday night was "The Laughing Hyena, "in which the characters could not have been more suitably cast. Messrs. Clark, Bowditch, Shaw, and Dumaresq were all that could be desired in their several parts. Then followed the somewhat ancient, but still interesting "Naiad Queen." Several new songs were introduced, which were very acceptably rendered by Mr. Szemelenyi and Mr. Devens. The "hit" of the evening, however, was made by Mr. Thomas, whose Seneschal was as good a piece of amateur burlesque acting as we have ever seen. Mr. MacMillan made a great deal out of the Baron, and the ladies were lovely. On Thursday night the performance commenced with "The Follies of a Night," which was well acted and interesting. In conclusion came "Your Life's in Danger," which we must regard as the greatest success of the week. Messrs. Clark, Bowditch, and Shaw are really remarkably good amateur actors, and the parts in this little farce were such as to bring out the talent of each in its best light, and the audience justly rewarded them with unusual applause and enthusiasm. At the matinee we had "Virginia Mummy" and "Anne Boleyn." The former is a decidedly weak farce, which was only relieved by the excellent negro delineation of Mr. Sturgis. The burlesque is new, we believe, and is probably destined to be a favorite. All the parts were well taken, and all should be equally praised; but we must again compliment Messrs. Thomas, Devens, and Szemelenyi on their acting and singing.

The affair was a great success altogether, which result is in great part owing to the exertions of the Business Manager, Mr. Godfrey Morse, and of the Acting Managers, Mr. G. H. Lyman and Mr. J. J. Minot, and to the talent and skill of the Musical Director, Mr. T. W. Moses.

The Circus.WE visited the Modern Hippodrome, generally known as Lent's Circus, on Tuesday night. From the private box politely furnished us by Mr. Lent we viewed with wonder the performances of dogs, horses, men, and women, and with melancholy mortification the proceedings of some of our younger fellow-students who greeted the athletes with very peculiar shouts and cheers. It was our intention to tell of the Museum and Menagerie, - how we winked at the Circassian Girl, shook hands with the Fat Man, and solved the mystery of the What Is It; but our space is too limited for these interesting details.