The Singing Dragon is delightful throughout, and his death as tragic as anything in _Pyramis_ and _Thisbe_ as played by _Bottom the Weaver & Co_, _Limited_. _Saturday_.--Production of the Illustrious ISIDORE DE LARA's _Light of Asia_. So the operatic day, that is Saturde-ay, finishes with generally-expressed opinion that this Opera is a "DE-LA-RA-Boom-de-ay!" Everything scenically and stage-managerially that could be done to make _The Light of Asia_ brilliant, Sir DRURIOLANUS has done; but, after a first hearing, it strikes me that, regarded as a work for the stage, it is a mere _Night-light of Asia_, which, like _Macbeth's_ "brief candle," will go "out," and "then be heard no more." If, however, it be relegated to the concert-hall, as a Cantata, _The Light of Asia_ may appear lighter than it does on the boards of Covent Garden, where, intended to be a dramatic Opera, it only recalls to me the title of one of RUDYARD KIPLING's stories, viz., _The Light that Failed_. * * * * * A SUTTON THOUGHT.--Mr. CHAMBERLAIN can now allude to Lord ROSEBERY as "a Sutton person of his acquaintance." * * * * * [Illustration: QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS. _Unfashionable Mother._ "WHAT A SWEET CHILD! HOW OLD IS SHE?" _Fashionable Mother._ "WELL, REALLY, IF YOU ARE GOING TO ASK _THAT_ SORT OF QUESTION, I'D BETTER SEND FOR THE NURSE!"] * * * * * AN OLD SONG REVIVED. (_As sung by the Champion Ulster "Comique," Colonel S-nd-rs-n, to the old tune of "De Groves of de Pool," written by "honest Dick Millikin."_) Whillaloo! If they droive us to foighting, 'Tis ourselves who will lead 'em a dance, Till, loike the Cork bhoys, they're deloighting, _Back again_ to their homes to _advance_! No longer in beating such rebels We'll take than in baiting a bull. How they'll squake, in effeminate trebles, When Ulster's battalions are full! Ri fol didder rol didder rol! _We_ trate 'em as loving relations? _We_ trust to the "Union of Hearts"? _We_ heed the Grand Old One's orations? _We_ play the Minority's parts? _We_ bow to the yoke of TIM HEALY? _We_ stoop to the Papisthry rule? Faix! them who imagine it really Must fancy that "Orange" spells "fool." Ri fol didder rol didder rol! _We_ consint to a sham House o' Commons Established on ould College Green? They fancy we're Radical rum 'uns! Allaygiance we owe to our QUEEN! But we're fly to _their_ thraitorous dodges; Our loyalty's edge would they dull? Fwit! We'll pour like a flood from our Lodges, And crack every "National" skull! Ri fol didder rol didder rol!