PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. VOL. 109. JULY 13, 1895. OPERATIC NOTES. _Monday._--Quite new Opera, _Faust_. Some people say they've heard it before. Others add, "Yes, and more than once this season." Unwritten law in _Codex Druriolanum_ is "You can't have too much of a good thing." There are a hundred different ways of dressing chicken; so with _Faust_. This time _Faust_ comes and is _Faust_ served with _Sauce Marguerite à l'Emma Eames_. Uncommonly good. _Faust lui-même à l'Alvarez_ goes down uncommonly well. _Mefisto-Plançon Sauce au bon diable_, a little overdone, perhaps, but decidedly a popular dish. Baton of BEVIGNANI keeps all the ingredients well stirred up. House full. [Illustration] _Tuesday._--_Carmen._ Madame BELLINCIONI and Signor ANCONA going strong. Capital house, spite of shadow of dissolution being over us all. _Wednesday._--_Nozze di Figaro_, with EMMA EAMES as Countess, singing charmingly, and looking like portrait of Court Beauty by Sir PETER LELY. _Maurel-Almaviva_ all right for voice, but not up to his Countess in aristocratic appearance. However, this is in keeping with character of nobleman whose most intimate friend is his barber, and who makes love to the barber's _fiancée_, who is also his wife's _femme de chambre_. * * * * * ROUNDABOUT READINGS. At the Oxford and Cambridge Athletic Sports on Wednesday last, great surprise was expressed at the defeat of the hitherto invincible Mr. C. B. FRY by Mr. MENDELSON in the Long Jump. Mr. MENDELSON, who comes to us from New Zealand, has not only done a fine performance, but he has also jumped into fame. It is at any rate obvious that it is quite impossible for him to represent his University in the High Jump, for With a musical name (though he varies the spelling), This youth from New Zealand is bound to go far. He couldn't jump high, since (it's truth I am telling) No master of music e'er misses a bar. * * * * * The Long Jump, snatched like a brand from the burning, practically gave the victory in the whole contest to Cambridge, who also won the Weight, the Mile, the Three Miles and the Quarter. The Light Blues triumphed, fortune being shifty; They cheered FITZHERBERT sprinting home in fifty. For strength the weight-man's parents have a hot son, Witness the put of youthful Mr. WATSON. LUTYENS, who always pleases as he goes, Romped in, his glasses poised upon his nose. And none that day with greater dash and go ran Than the Light Blue three-miler, Mr. HORAN. * * * * *