A REAL TREAT.--_Advice to Covent-gardeners_.--If _Carmen_ is to be done again this season with the same cast as it had on Saturday last, no one who cares for an exceptionally first-rate performance should miss this opera-tunity. There is no better representative of _Carmen_ than Mlle. ZELIE DE LUSSAN,--how can there be, since the Spanish Gipsy heroine of the plot is herself a _Loose 'un_? Madame MELBA was charming as _Mickie Ella_, the Irish girl in Spain. M. LASSALLE appeared as _Escamillo_. the bull-fighter, in a novel, and doubtless a correct, costume, and his great _Toréador_ song was vociferously encored. Then, finally, JEAN DE RESKÉ, who made of the usually idiotic _Don José_ a fine acting as well as a fine singing part. It drew a big house, and would have been a pretty dish to set before an Emperor on Wednesday, if, on that occasion, the Opera itself were the only consideration. * * * * * THE FIRE KING'S ABDICATION. [Illustration] "My palate is parched with Pierian thirst, Away to Parnassus I'm beckoned." I sing of the glories of Fire King the First! (Who's fit to be Fire King the Second?) Captain EYRE MASSEY SHAW is a "Sovereign" indeed, Abdicating? Alas! that too true is; For he's a Fire King of a different breed From the Monarch described by MONK LEWIS. No mere King of Flames, fiery-faced _à la_ SKELT, Inhabiting regions most torrid, With a breath that is warranted copper to melt, And eyes indescribably horrid. He hath not a blazing Bardolphian nose, He is not _flamboyant_ or furious; His Crown's a brass helmet, his Sceptre a hose; True Fire King,--all others are spurious. For he rules the flames; he has done so for long; And now that he talks of retiring, Men mourn for the fire-queller cautious and strong, Whose reign they've so long been admiring. Clear-headed, cool Captain, great chief M.F.B., All London is sorry to lose you; As kindly as kingly, from prejudice free; No danger could daunt or confuse you. As doffing your helmet, and dropping your hose, You bid us farewell, we all own you As one of Fiend Fire's most redoubtable foes; As that thirty years we have known you. Our Big Boards might job, and our Big Wigs might jaw, But, spite of their tricks and their cackle, One Chief we could trust; we were sure that our SHAW His duty would manfully tackle. So farewell, great Fire King! Your crown you lay by; E'en you cannot lay by your credit. Ignipotent Knight? Well, you ought to stand high In the next Honour-List! _Punch_ has said it! * * * * * OFF TO MASHERLAND. (_BY OUR OWN GRANDOLPH._) (SECOND LETTER.--B.) _THE MAGNUM OPUS._ [Illustration] _À propos_ of this heading, what a treasure a _Magnum Opal_ would be. This remark is only "by the way." My motto is Business First, Play (on words) afterwards. So to work.