SPECTACLES are proverbially fit for old eyes. Probably that is the reason why the spectacle of the _Twelve Temptations_ is so dear to the aged eyes of the gray-haired old gentlemen who occupy the front seats at the Grand Opera House. It is certainly a brilliant spectacle, though, like the ideal scene to which Mrs. NICKLEBY's eccentric and vegetarian lover once referred, it consists principally of "gas and gaiters." Not that it is exclusively an Old Folks' entertainment; for, as the critics say of portentously dull juvenile books, "it will be found as interesting to the young as to the old." Though the dullest of dramas, it is so brightened by brilliant legs that it dazzles every beholder. Why, then, should the stern advocate of the legitimate drama refuse to acknowledge that the _Twelve Temptations_ has its redeeming legs? How runs the ancient proverb, "Singed milk is better than it looks;" or that equally ancient philosophical maxim, "There is no use in crying over spilt cats"? The stupid story of ULRIC'S folly is made more attractive than one would suppose that it could be, and we need not weep over the fact that it is a spectacle, and not a SHAKESPEAREAN tragedy. The bold explorers who have reached the remote Opera House, fought their way past the misanthropic door-keeper, and gained their seats, are first reduced to a state of mental chaos by the performance of a maddening overture, and are then fitted to appreciate the play, which proceeds after the following pattern: _Act 1. Curtain rises upon a score of Unintelligible Demons_, who sing this impressive chorus: "Oh! um um um um For um um um um And um um um um To um um um um." _Exeunt Demons. Enter_ RUDOLPH THE TEMPTER. _He remarks to the surrounding scenery_—"ULLERIC'S soul must be mine, or else the dark abodes of torment await me. I will tempt him. Great Master, appear." _The Great Master—a major-general of fiends—appears, and, approving of_ RUDOLPH'S _virtuous resolve, they descend to—well, they descend below the Erie Building, to drink to his success. Scene changes to_ ULRIC'S _home. Enter_ ULRIC _and family, including Aged Mother, Virtuous Heroine, Hated Rival, and Demoniac Servant._ ULRIC. "Motherr, this slife is intollerrabble; I will do any thing to escape frrrom it." _Enter_ RUDOLPH _and Unintelligible Demons (disguised.) They sing as before._ "Oh! um um um um," etc. ULRIC. "The song says terruly. I will go with you, though you were the fiend himself." _Consternation on the part of every one. Demoniac Servant remarks, "Ha! ha!"_ ULRIC _and the Demons sink through the floor. Scene changes to the Studio of Eblis._ RUDOLPH. "Take this collar. Behold these stripes painted upon it. Whatever you wish you shall have at the price of five years of your life. A stripe will vanish each time your wish is gratified. (_Aside._) The stripes are only cloth, you know, and you can pull 'em off when your back is turned to the audience. Is it a bargain?"