_Tuesday Night._--_Orfeo_, with GIULIA RAVOGLI charming as ever in her representation of "_Orpheus_ with his _loot_,"--his "loot" being _Eurydice_, who had become the private property of that infernal monarch Pluto. Welcome to Mlle. BAUERMEISTER as the Meister of Cupid's Bower, Cupid himself. _Cavalleria Rusticana_ to follow, with Madame CALVE'S grand impersonation of the simple and sad _Santuzza_. Notably good is VIGNAS as the Rustic Swell, with the comic-chorus name of _Turiddu_. Beautiful _intermezzo_ heartily encored. The thanks of Signors BEVIGNANI and MANCINELLI again due to the dexterous assistance rendered to them by the Duke of TECK, who is evidently well up in the Teck-nique of the musical craft. Crowded House. _Forecast of season_, full of promise and performance. [Illustration: Signor Vignas as Turiddu,--so called because he tells Lola, "I should like _Turid-you_ of your husband." But he didn't.] [Illustration: Santuzza, Madame Calve. Grand tragedienne: gloomy as an Operatic Calve-nist.] _Thursday.--Carmen._ Always "good BIZET-ness." But on this occasion Madame CALVE being indisposed, Mlle. SIGRID ARNOLDSON appears as heroine. A most captivating _Carmen_, but so deftly does she dissemble her wickedness that the audience do not realise how heartless is this artful little cigarette-maker. Mons. ALVAREZ a fine _Don Jose_. The _premieres danseuses_ lively and picturesque in Act II., with dresses long and dance short; but in Last Act, when reverse of this is the case, a pretty general feeling that skirts might have been longer, and dance shorter. Chorus and Orchestra all that could be desired; absence of the musical Duke much regretted. _Friday._--First, GOUNOD'S charming burletta of _Philemon et Baucis_. Mlle. SIGRID ARNOLDSON charming and childlike as _Baucis_--evidently the classic original of Bo-peep--and Mons. PLANCON excellent as _Jupiter Amans_. At first afraid lest crowded house had expended all its enthusiasm before quarter past ten, when _the_ event of the evening was to come off. "Not a bit of it," says Sir DRURIOLANUS, who knows his operatic public; "they've just warmed up for LEONCAVALLO'S _Pagliacci_. LEONCAVALLO," he continues, "is the composer for my money; and my advice is, LAY-ON-CAVALLO'S _Pagliacci_." So saying, the Musical Manager lightly touches his nasal organ with the index finger of his right hand, and, at the same time "winking the other eye," he marches in a procession of one down the lobby and disappears.