There is a noticeable decrease in the attendance of the fellows at the theatre, owing to some extent to the many different attractions outside of the play house that come with this time of the year, but mainly to the fact that the dramatic season is already pretty near over, and consequently the theatres present hardly anything worth seeing. The "World" still holds the boards at the Boston, so that in obedience to the immutable laws of time, the ballet is growing perceptibly older.

At the Globe next Monday evening, the Ideal Company will present "Patience" to their many Boston admirers, who will naturellement crowd the house to laugh at Barnabee's same old "faces," applaud Tom Carl's same old affectations, and pronounce "simply exquisite" Miss Stone's far from exquisite voice. The chorus will go through their same old by-plays, and all the Boston papers will continue to declare it the best comic opera company in the world.

Sol Smith Russell in "Edgewood Folks" is announced at the Museum. We are glad to announce that Mr. Russell has signified his readiness, in response to a numerously-signed petition, to spare us the rendition of that beautiful ballad about having completed all the peculiar roles that Nature, in her all-provident way, has imposed upon the youth who has not reached the age when it behooves him to believe that he has a moustache - "I'm gittin' a big b'hoy neow" - in short.

At the Park, "The Banker's Daughter" will tread the stage for another week with those pretty sandals, that show the most delicious bit of a black stock - beg your pardon - we mean hose. Mr. Palmer's company, from the Union Square, is perhaps the best suited of any of the stock companies to the presentation of such plays as this, which is too well known to require any comment.