[Illustration:  “HOW’S YOUR POOR FEET?”

The Pedicure Motif.  Shepherd, with pipe, suffering from “Corno Inglese,” showing Triste ’Un, the Cornish Knight, where he may seek relief from his Bunions’ Pilgrim’s Progress.]

Thursday.—­Long live the Don! Vive MOZART! Don Giovanni’s taste as to ladies changed as he grew older.  The two musical Duchesses who accompany Don Ottavio when he is singing are usually, fine and large; but Zerlina, the Don’s latest fancy, is petite.  Why does Signor CARACCIOLO make Masetto an idiotic old bumpkin?  EDOUARD DE RESZKE is admirable as the cowardly Leporello, and MAUREL fine as the Im-maurel Don.  With what an air he salutes Zerlina!  The air is MOZART’s “La ci darem,” and therefore perfect.  ZELIE DE LUSSAN delightful as that arrant flirt Zerlina.  The Statue was rather in the dark.  The Stalls couldn’t see him “noddin’, nid nid noddin’.”  Let Sir DRURIOLANUS look to this, and say to the Limelighter, quoting GOETHE, “More light!  More light!”

Friday.—­Carmen. Commend me at once to Madame DESCHAMPS-JEHIN as Carmen.  Her name is too long, and there’s a little too much of her, figure-ratively speaking.  A trifle over-size for quite an ideal Carmen, but then Madame D.-JEHIN is so good that we cannot have too much of her.  Acting excellent.  Madame EMMA EAMES EMMA-nently first-rate as Michaela.  We all know JEAN DE RESZKE’S Don Jose, which up to now is hard to beat; so for LASSALLE as Escamillo,—­the great song encored, of course.  Signor CARACCIOLO as Dancairo (of a mixed race, Irish Dan and Egyptian Cairo—­a regular Bohemian), and RINALDINI as Remendado, capital, not overdone.  Mlle. BAUERMEISTER as Frasquita, and AGNES JANSON as Mercedes, looked winning, especially when playing cards.

Saturday.—­Cavalleria Rusticana. Most appropriate when everybody is talking of the elections and “going to the country.”

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GIRLS OF THE PERIOD.

LETTER I.

(From Miss Mary Logic to Miss Rosa Blackbord.)

Coached Cottage.

MY DEAR ROSA,

I fancy I told you that my Uncle JACK was coming home from sea.  I had not seen him for six years—­in fact he left England when I was a child of four or so.  As you know, I am now ten.  I naturally was rather curious to meet him.  Well he is here, and I am fairly puzzled.  He is rather a nice fellow—­partly educated.  He is distinctly shaky with his Classics, and has evidently forgotten half his Mathematics.  However we got on pretty well.  He seemed to be interested in my lecture upon Astronomy, and said “I seemed to be a hand at Chemistry.”  Well so I am.  As you know, when I was a mere child I was always fond of experiments of an analytical character.  He asked me if I had a doll, and I suppose he referred to the old lay-figure that I was wont to sketch before I took to studying from the nude.  And now you will ask, why I am writing to you, when both you and I are so busy—­when we are both preparing for matriculation?  When we have so little spare time at our disposal?