think, to put an audience into a good humour. "I had forgot to mention a scene in this Opera which is remarkably beautiful; I am told it was painted by the celebrated Salvandoni, and is the representation of a magnificent hall, adorned with arms and trophies. There was a full house; and the spectators expressed their approbation by unanimous applause." The Oratorio of Judas Maccabæus was performed on the 18th of January 1760 at the Music-room in Dean-street, Soho, which was the first night of subscription. The pit seats were 10_s._ 6_d._ and the gallery 5_s._; the performers Signora Passerini, Miss Frederick, Mr. Hudson, and Mr. Champness; and the chorus contained the best singers of the Chapel Royal and St. Paul's. The music-room is now Christie's Auction-room for furniture, and seems in a state of ruin. WHITE CONDUIT HOUSE[224:A]. _And to_ White Conduit _House We will go, will go, will go_. Grub-street Register. "Wish'd Sunday's come--mirth brightens ev'ry face, And paints the rose upon the house-maid's cheek, Harriot, or Moll, more ruddy. Now the heart Of prentice resident in ample street, Or alley kennel-wash'd, Cheapside, Cornhill, Or Cranborne, thee for calcuments renown'd, With joy distends. His meal meridian o'er, With switch in hand, he to the White Conduit House Hies merry-hearted. Human beings here In couples multitudinous assemble, Forming the drollest groupe that ever trod Fair Islingtonian plains. Male after male, Dog after dog succeeding--husbands--wives-- Fathers and mothers--brothers--sisters--friends And pretty little boys and girls. Around, Across, along, the garden's shrubby maze, They walk, they sit, they stand. What crowds press on Eager to mount the stairs, eager to catch First vacant bench or chair in long-room plac'd! Here prig with prig holds conference polite, And indiscriminate the gaudy beau And sloven mix. Here he, who all the week Took bearded mortals by the nose, or sat Weaving dead hairs, and whistling wretched strain-- And eke the sturdy youth, whose trade it is Stout oxen to contund,--with gold-bound hat And silken stocking strut. The red-arm'd belle Here shews her tasty gown, proud to be thought The butterfly of fashion: and forsooth Her haughty mistress deigns for once to tread The same unhallow'd floor--'Tis hurry all And rattling cups and saucers. Waiter here, And waiter there, and waiter here and there, At once is call'd--Joe--Joe--Joe--Joe--Joe-- Joe on the right--and Joe upon the left, For ev'ry vocal pipe re-echoes Joe. Alas, poor Joe! Like Francis in the Play He stands confounded, anxious how to please The many-headed throng. But should I paint The language, humours, custom of the place, Together with all curt'sies, lowly bow,