"SIGNOR INFREDDATURA, who made his first appearance last night in the comic opera of _Il Catarro_, has all the qualifications of a great singer; viz. a fine person, a sweet and powerful voice, expressive and appropriate action, and _a bad cold_. He took all his sternutations with the greatest ease, and in correct time, and in his grand aria of '_Ah! tu traditrice_,' the audience knew not whether to admire most, the great power with which he gave the _Ahchew_--sustaining the '_Ah_' for some seconds, and then suddenly pouring forth the '_Chew_' in a volume of sound that DUPREZ might have envied--or the playful irony which he threw into his new and _spirituel_ reading of the _treechay_. He was, however, but badly seconded by MADAME TESTACHIARA, who was so nervous as to have no control over her organ whatever, so that the two pinches of snuff which the prompter administered to her before she came on exploded at the wrong time, and thus impaired the general effect of an otherwise fine performance." One advantage _Mr. Punch_ perceives, will certainly result from the vigorous prosecution of M. HALÉVY'S idea. It is that, whereas our climate has hitherto been the bane, it will henceforth prove the antidote of foreign singers. They will flock here in crowds to perfect their education, nor will they be deterred from coming by a fear of overstocking the market, as they will always feel sure that there is plenty of rheum for them in England. And even MR. SIMS REEVES, when afflicted by the recurrence of his apparently hereditary cold, need no longer disappoint the audience by withdrawing from them altogether, and may favour them with "My lodging is on the cold ground" (a song which will naturally afford great scope for a display of the new ornaments), or with "We'll sound the gay Catarrh." * * * * * OBSTRUCTING THE PAVEMENT.