Mr. D'OYLY CARTE is to be heartily congratulated on his brilliant mounting of Messrs. GILLIVAN and SULBERT'S most recent production entitled _Utopia (Limited)_. "Limited" it is in more senses than one. As there was, according to the immortal _Cyrus Bantam, M.C._, when he was giving his information to _Mr. Pickwick_, "nobody old or ugly in Ba-ath," so there is on "the spindle side" no one old or ugly on the stage of the Savoy Theatre. And this, too, with a difference, applies to Sir ARTHUR'S music, in which if there be nothing particularly new--and the old familiar friends receive the heartiest welcome--there is at all events nothing dull, even though it may "hardly ever" rise above mere commonplace. Occasionally there is a snatch of sweet melody that brings to mind the composer's happiest inspirations, whether in oratorio or burlesque. As to dramatic plot--well, strictly speaking, there is none; and it would be difficult to name a single telling "situation," in _Utopia (Limited)_. The Monarch of Utopia wishes to introduce English customs into his kingdom; there is a court party opposed to this innovation: that's the essence of it. In the First Act the one hit, is the introduction of _Captain Corcoran_ from _The Pinafore_ of years ago, and the repetition of the once popular catch-phrase about "What never?" and "Hardly ever," which, taken as applying to our most recent tragical ironclad disaster, is thoroughly appreciated. Beyond this, as far as dialogue and music go, in the First Act there is very little anyone would care to "carry away with him" after a first visit. And if that little were carried away the residuum would offer scant attraction. [Illustration: THE UNION OF ARTS. "Again we come to thee, Savoy."--_Old Duet._]