The performance was "Iphigenia in Aulis," and for the second time the chorus, "Chantons, celebrons notre Reine!" was called for with universal plaudits.
A fete of a novel description was given at Petit Trianon.

The art with which the English garden was not illuminated, but lighted, produced a charming effect.

Earthen lamps, concealed by boards painted green, threw light upon the beds of shrubs and flowers, and brought out their varied tints.

Several hundred burning fagots in the moat behind the Temple of Love made a blaze of light, which rendered that spot the most brilliant in the garden.

After all, this evening's entertainment had nothing remarkable about it but the good taste of the artists, yet it was much talked of.