An Argus writer describing Saturday afternoon in the surburbs of Melbourne, concludes :—flow marvellously experi ences and contrasts crowd in a few brief hours of city life. It was but half-past 8. Should we brand the close of the day of brutality which had been promised in the Alexandra Theatre? Should we pay five shillings to witness the show, for a near view of which some fools are per suaded to contribute a pound. There was a dirty, diseased, drunken, vile-look ing crowd without, who could not raise the two shillings required for the upper gallery. They were asking, “ Who has got it?” and there was evidently an interval. Push through them and enter, confessing thereby, perhaps, a com panionship in desire. And, alas, what what a sickly show ! About a tenth part of the sitting accomodation occupied a patch of folks in the stalls, a rim in the circle, a pretty thick fringe in the gallery. The crimson velvet curtains down, which a little while ago we saw rise -on Italian opera, and a buzzing about within, which betokened something. The curtain lifted, a half-naked man appeared in one corner. A bottle-holder sort of chap came out and threw a black coat over the naked shoulders, and, presently, another man, much more sparsely clothed, came out and “started a barney.” The full account of it has already been published, with proper notice of all the howls and hisses by which it was accompanied. The desire of a brutal scene, if such had existed, was properly blighted, and the curtain rang down upon nothing but a loss of five shillings. 