than pleasant; and any enterprising individual who should make his appearance in a very dirty shirt, a crownless hat, and a pair of pumps would, probably, make rather a hit than otherwise. It must be confessed, after the first half-hour, when the eye is more accustomed to the scene, and the ear has begun to discriminate between the various noises, the refined taste of your Correspondent (used to the assemblies of MONSIEUR JULLIEN) was very much outraged. The orchestra is simply infamous, nothing being audible but sounding brass and the jangling cymbal; the house is foully dirty and badly lighted. The company is shabbily dressed, and, apparently, includes many of the lowest ruffians of Paris. On the other hand, there is immense enjoyment and fun, and the dancing made even your travelling sage open the eyes of astonishment. The police, of course, are everywhere, and at the ordinary public balls interfere to moderate the antics of the dancers. But at the masqued balls they let things take their course; and the consequence is, that each lady and gentleman, to the best of her or his ability, indulges in those variations on the quadrille which are collectively objectionable. They are, in musical phrase, perfectly _ad libitum_, and give scope for an exercise of fancy and agility, which would produce rather a sensation at ALMACKS. There was one couple, MOROK the Lion Tamer in red and hessians, and a _débardeur_ in yellow trowsers and a powdered peruke, who really were astounding. MOROK ended by carrying off his friend on his shoulders, to the great delight of a fat Pompier, who stood by in a bright brass helmet, exactly like a small coalscuttle.