ince Mr. Frohrnan, the. projector of the Minstrel Festival, located himself at the Palace Hotel in order to be within easy reach of Manager Miles, he has not laid eyes on him once. From the roof of the Grand Hotel he could occasionally see Bob by the aid of a spy-glass, and he now thinks of engaging lodgings on the shingle deck of that hostelry. Mr. Frohman ought to warble Ferguson’s dude song, “Ah, there! stay there,” c., to Robert.—Messrs. Franklin and Murray, the gentlemen having the railroad business of the great Minstrel Festival in charge, have arranged for numerous excursions from near-by adjacent towns, and the prospects of a large influx of the curious from these localities are such that the railroad* are. all preparing for a big rush.—It is asserted by the knowing ones that