[Illustration] LAST week the Carl Rosa Opera Company (whose Managing Directors are AUGUSTUS DRURIOLANUS, future Sheriff of London, with Sheriff's officers in attendance, to whom he might, on some future emergency, entrust the charge of Her Majesty's) continued its season of success with a solitary addition to the programme, _L'Etoile du Nord_. _À propos_ of this novelty, it may be hinted that although the _Catherine_ of Madame GEORGINA BURNS does not make us entirely forget ADELINA PATTI in the same character, the performance is, from every other point of view, completely gratifying. As "little _Peter_," Mr. F. H. CELLI is (as the comic songs have it) "very fine and large." Mr. JOHN CHILD, whose _Wilhelm_, in _Mignon_, lacked distinction, is more in his element as _Danilowitz_ the pastry-cook. The stage management (as might have been expected with AUGUSTUS to the fore) is admirable, the battle-scene at the end of the Second Act filling the house with a mixture one-tenth smoke to nine-tenths enthusiasm. By the time these lines are before the entire world, if all goes well, _Thorgrim_, by Mr. FREDERICK COWEN, will have been produced. As the work of a native composer, it should receive a hearty welcome, particularly on the boards of the National Theatre; but, sink or swim, the Carl Rosa Opera Company cannot possibly come to harm with its present popular _repertoire_. And, as good music is a boon to the London public, such a state of things is distinctly satisfactory. * * * * * "IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!"--It is a pity that Mr. LAW, the author of _Dick Venables_, did not take a little more trouble in the construction of his new piece at the Shaftesbury Theatre. It just misses being an excellent drama, and deserving the valuable assistance it receives from all concerned on the stage side of the Curtain. That the wife of a convict should take a house next door to her deeply dreaded husband's prison, that a jewel-collector should keep his precious stones in a side-board, that an Archdeacon should apparently have nothing better to do than play the kleptomaniac at Dartmoor, are facts that seem largely improbable; and yet these are the salient points of the latest addition to the playgoer's _repertoire_. For the rest, _Dick Venables_ is interesting, and admirably played. But whether, after the first-night criticisms, the piece will do, is a question that must be left to the future for solution. * * * * * HYPNOTIC HIGH FEEDING. (_Being some Brief Diary Notes of a Coming Little Dinner (New Style), jotted down a few years hence._) "YOUR dinner is served. Sir!"