Much mystery attaches to the young person now before us. It is supposed that she was called Joan _d’Arc_, because we are in the dark as to her birthplace, unless we accept the idea that she came from Arcadia. She suffered much from nightmare, and fancied she was riding over France as its victoress. Consequently she adopted men’s clothes. It is well to observe too that she cut off her hair before she arrived at _Chinon_. She headed an army, so the tale goes, of 7,000 men; and with the strength of her arms the foe was defeated. After which she came to ruin (Rouen), that is to say she was burnt there. Virtue and manliness always succeed in the long run, however, and her successes have been immortalized in Paris by a gorgeous tombstone, entitled the Arc de Triomphe! The next figure I shall introduce is one of a paragorical nature. The Queen of Night, represented by a daughter of Eve. Unseen she spreads her mantle over the earth, and thus acts the part of a_n_ _it_inerant angel. The umbrella in her hand is also an emblematic figure, representing the pernicious influences which attend upon her, and is called the deadly nightshade. In the absence of any further proofs of the authenticity of this character there will be an interval of a minute, during which the band will play.—_Exit._ Roderigo Pipkins immediately strikes up, but suddenly leaves off, takes out the ringlet from his pocket, and waves it before the audience. Berlinda hides her face in her pocket handkerchief. _Roderigo advancing, and whispering to Berlinda_— “Berlinda is it you dear? do you love me now as then? O! wilt thou be my bride, love, and not fly oft again? You will? Then come up quickly—Smith will come ere long; He’ll be puzzled when he reckons, you’re another figurant!” _Berlinda stands on a pedestal beside the wax figures, and Roderigo covers her with a sheet._ _Enter Alonzo Napoleon Smith._