I tell you, it would task the highest poetry--say, require, if you like--showing all that's noblest, splendidest, in a young man, to describe its effect on me.

I was dreaming of my box at the Opera for a year after.

The Huguenots to-night.

Not the best suited for little Mabsy; but she'll catch at the Rataplan.

Capital Opera; we used to think it the best, before we had Tannhauser and Lohengrin and the Meistersinger.' Victor hinted notes of the Conspiration Scene closing the Third Act of the Huguenots.