cree of divorce. Phoebus marries
Esmeralda. Claude Frollo is smashed, and Quasimodo is stabbed.]

The Goat, too, has a wretched part: to be left out after the first
scene is too bad. Something might have been done with him, if he had
only been put into a chaise; but perhaps _Esmeralda_ and _Phoebus_
reserve him for further use in the course of a couple of years or so,
when _Djali_, drawing a goat-chaise containing a little _Esmeralda_
and a little _Phoebus_, followed by a nurse and Papa and Mamma, would
make a sensation at some fashionable seaside resort.

[Illustration: _The Goat_. "I ought to have the second principal part
in this Opera. If they don't produce _Dinorah_, I shall give notice.
Too bad of Goring Thomas. If I see him alone I'll show him what
'Butting' Thomas is."]

Mons. MONTARIOL played and sang well as _Gringoire_, and Mons.
WINOGRADOFF was most artistic as _Clopin_, Amusing to see Mons.
LASSALLE as _Claude Frollo_, melodramatically hiding behind the
window-curtains, just as _Phoebus_ enters the room followed by
_Esmeralda_. So evidently was the curtain shaken, that _Phoebus_
would most certainly have detected the sneak, or he might have asked
_Esmeralda_, "What's that?" and have asserted his belief that it could
not possibly be the cat, but he might have accepted her explanation
had she informed him that it was the Goat. What a chance here lost
for a situation of the Goat behind curtains butting _Claude Frollo_!
However, it was all "purtendin'," and JEAN DE RESZKE as _Phoebus_
didn't see what he would most certainly have noticed immediately had
he been himself. Magnificently got up; _mise-en-scene_ excellent; band
and chorus all that could be wished.

* * * * *

BULLY FOR THE COLONEL!

"The Hon. Member had availed himself of the privilege accorded
to Members of Parliament in debate to fire a shameful barbed
arrow at Colonel CADDELL, in order that some of the mud might
stick."--_Colonel Saunderson in the House of Commons_.

Come, listen to my story: it's a sort of shilling-shock tale,
With no end of fire and fury, and a modicum of blood,
And a Colonel who mixed metaphors as Yankees mix a cocktail,
And a quiverful of arrows, shameful arrows, barbed with mud.

It was DILLON who had used them, and he spoke of Tipperary,
Tipperary new and rentless, where the tenants have combined.
And the Parnellites were gathered like the chicks of Mothe