DOI issue:
June 25, 1892
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17693#0314
June 25, 1892.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 305
OPERATIC NOTES.
Wednesday— The Irish Question, heard for the first time operati-
cally, put by The O'Wagner in his music-story of " 'Tristan und
Isolde." The story is decidedly a triste 'un and is old no doubt of it.
^ Frau Sucher first
rate as the Irish
^v'i Princess Isolde.
f U. Herr Alvary plays
J" I^kL Her Tr istan ;
_ jMM iyfi ^—v. good, but not great.
^^^-r^^ZyM ;m. \k>—~~ All vary well. As
^-^-^^^Uj ^rl^L ^^^-^^ Kurwenal, Herr
Isolde, seated on a sham rock, awaiting the coming of s L.L.L,
her lover. Alas ! all ends unharpily ! deserved the encore
which she ought to
have received. No matter—Fraulein Ralph played with spirit,
which is a dangerous thing to do as a rule. House crammed: not
packed.
Thursday.—Long live the Don ! Vive Mozart ! Don Giovanni's
taste as to ladies changed as he grew older. The two musical
Duchesses who accompany Don Ottavio when he is singing are
usually fine and large; but Zerlina, the Don's latest fancy, is
petite. Why does Signor Caricciolo make Masetto an idiotic old
bumpkin ? Edouard de Reszke is admirable as the cowardly
Leporello, and Matjrel fine as the Im-maurel Don. With what an
air he salutes Zerlina! The air is Mozart's " La ci darem," and
therefore perfect. Zelie de Lussan delightful as that arrant flirt
Zerlina. The Statue was rather in the dark. The Stalls couldn't
JHIS v\/a.v
T° JUL
PEDICUAE
"How's your Poor Feet?"
The Pedicure Motif. Shepherd, with pipe, suffering from "Corno Inglese,"
showing Triste 'Un, the Cornish Knight, where he may seek relief from his
Tiunions' Pilgrim's Progress.
see him "noddin', nid nid noddin'." Let Sir Druriolanus look to
this, and say to the Limelighter, quoting Goethe, "More light!
More light!"
Friday.—Carmen. Commend me at once to Madame Deschamps-
Jehin as Carmen. Her name is too long, and there's a little too
much of her, figure-ratively speaking. A trifle over-size for quite
an ideal Carmen, but then Madame D.-Jehin is so good that we can-
not have too much of her= Acting excellent. Madame Emma Eames
emma-nently first-rate as Michaela. We all know Jean de Reszke's
-Don Jose, which up to now is hard to beat; so for Lassalle as
Escamillo—ihe great song encored, of course. Signor Caracciolo
as Dancairo (of a mixed race, Irish Dan and Egyptian Cairo—a
regular Bohemian), and Rinaldini as JRemendado, capital, not over-
done. Mile. Eauermeister as Frasquita, and Agnes Janson as
Mercedes, looked winning, especially when playing cards.
Saturday.— Cavalleria Rusticana. Most appropriate when every-
body is talking of the elections and " going to the country."
GIRLS OF THE PEEIOD.
Letter I. {From Miss Mary Logic to Miss Rosa Blackbord.)
My dear Rosa, Coached Cottage.
I fancy I told you that my Uncle Jack was coming home
from sea. I had not seen him for six years—in fact he left England
when I was a child of four or so. As you know, I am now ten. I
naturally was rather curious to meet him. Well he is here, and I
am fairly puzzled. He is rather a nice fellow—partly educated. He
is distinctly shaky with his Classics, and has evidently forgotten
half his Mathematics. However we got on pretty well. He seemed
to be interested in my lecture upon Astronomy, and said "I seemed
to be a hand at Chemistry." Well so I am. As you know, when I
was a mere child I was always fond of experiments of an analytical
character. He asked me if I had a doll, and I suppose he referred
to the old lay-figure that I was wont to sketch before I took to
studying from the nude. And now you will ask, why I am writing
to you, when both you and I are so busy—when we are both pre-
paring 'for matriculation ? When we have so little spare time at
our disposal ?
I will tell you. The fact is, he accuses me of ignorance in the
biographical section of my studies. He gave me the history of a
gentleman who used a blue dye for his moustache and murdered his
wives with impunity. Then he related the adventures of a lady who
slept for a hundred years from the wound of a spinning needle. I had
to confess (although ta constant reader of the Lancet) I had never
heard of the case before. Then he recounted the adventures of a
traveller who seems to have had a life of considerable interest.
This person obtained quite a number of diamonds, with the assist-
ance of a huge bird called a Roc. Thin he had much to say about a
dwarf who defeated (in really gallant style) several men of abnor-
mally large stature. He laughed when I had to confess that I had
never heard of these people before. He gave me their names. The
wife-slaughterer was called Bluebeard ; the lady who slumbered for
a hundred years, The Sleeping Beauty (I suppose she preferred to
keep her anonymity); the traveller's name was Sindbad, and the
dwarf was Jack the Giant-Killer. Have you heard of any of these
people ? Your affectionate Cousin, Mary.
Letter II.
{Reply to Same, from Miss Rosa Blackbord,.)
My dear Mary, Algebra Lodge.
As you are many weeks my junior (to be precise, exactly
two months), I hasten to answer your letter. I have searched all
my Biographical Dictionaries, but cannot find the people of whom
you are in search. As for myself, I have never heard of Bluebeard,
know nothing of The Sleeping Beauty, and am sceptical of the exist-
ence of Sindbad and Jack the Giant-Killer. Like Mrs. Prig, who
doubted the existence of Mrs. Harris, " I don't believe there were
no such persons." By the way, you ought to read Dickens. He is
distinctly funny, and I can quite understand his amusing our grand-
mothers. I generally turn to his works after a long day with Homer
or Euripides. Your affectionate Cousin, Rosa.
"Ne Plus Ulster."—Decidedly, Ulster can't go beyond "its
last," or rather, its latest, most utter utterances. So far, "words,
words, words;" but from words to blows there is a long interval,
especially when their supply of breath having been considerably
exhausted, there is not much to be feared from their "blows."
However, so far, the men with Ulsterior views have been patted on
the back by the Times, and "approbation from Sir Hubert
Stanley is praise indeed." Yet, had the meeting been of Nation-
alists ! "But," as Mr. Kipling's phrase goes, "that is another
story." For, from the Times leader-writer's point of view,_ "that
in the Orangeman's but a choleric word which in the Nationalist
is rank blasphemy." However, the steam is let off through the
spout, and by the time the Nationalist's dream of Home Rule is
realised, all efforts to the contrary on .the part of gallant little
Ulster will probably be " Uister vires."
ADVICE GRATIS. — Deafness. (To "Experimentalist.")—
Yours seems a peculiar form of this painful complaint. We cannot
understand why you should feel "as if wind were always coming
from your left ear." Try blowing into the ear with the bellows
three times a day. It may drive the wind back. For the " fulness,
throbbing, &c," we should advise ramming a good-sized darning-
needle as far as it will go into the orifice. After that—or even
before—it might be best to consult a competent medical man.
OPERATIC NOTES.
Wednesday— The Irish Question, heard for the first time operati-
cally, put by The O'Wagner in his music-story of " 'Tristan und
Isolde." The story is decidedly a triste 'un and is old no doubt of it.
^ Frau Sucher first
rate as the Irish
^v'i Princess Isolde.
f U. Herr Alvary plays
J" I^kL Her Tr istan ;
_ jMM iyfi ^—v. good, but not great.
^^^-r^^ZyM ;m. \k>—~~ All vary well. As
^-^-^^^Uj ^rl^L ^^^-^^ Kurwenal, Herr
Isolde, seated on a sham rock, awaiting the coming of s L.L.L,
her lover. Alas ! all ends unharpily ! deserved the encore
which she ought to
have received. No matter—Fraulein Ralph played with spirit,
which is a dangerous thing to do as a rule. House crammed: not
packed.
Thursday.—Long live the Don ! Vive Mozart ! Don Giovanni's
taste as to ladies changed as he grew older. The two musical
Duchesses who accompany Don Ottavio when he is singing are
usually fine and large; but Zerlina, the Don's latest fancy, is
petite. Why does Signor Caricciolo make Masetto an idiotic old
bumpkin ? Edouard de Reszke is admirable as the cowardly
Leporello, and Matjrel fine as the Im-maurel Don. With what an
air he salutes Zerlina! The air is Mozart's " La ci darem," and
therefore perfect. Zelie de Lussan delightful as that arrant flirt
Zerlina. The Statue was rather in the dark. The Stalls couldn't
JHIS v\/a.v
T° JUL
PEDICUAE
"How's your Poor Feet?"
The Pedicure Motif. Shepherd, with pipe, suffering from "Corno Inglese,"
showing Triste 'Un, the Cornish Knight, where he may seek relief from his
Tiunions' Pilgrim's Progress.
see him "noddin', nid nid noddin'." Let Sir Druriolanus look to
this, and say to the Limelighter, quoting Goethe, "More light!
More light!"
Friday.—Carmen. Commend me at once to Madame Deschamps-
Jehin as Carmen. Her name is too long, and there's a little too
much of her, figure-ratively speaking. A trifle over-size for quite
an ideal Carmen, but then Madame D.-Jehin is so good that we can-
not have too much of her= Acting excellent. Madame Emma Eames
emma-nently first-rate as Michaela. We all know Jean de Reszke's
-Don Jose, which up to now is hard to beat; so for Lassalle as
Escamillo—ihe great song encored, of course. Signor Caracciolo
as Dancairo (of a mixed race, Irish Dan and Egyptian Cairo—a
regular Bohemian), and Rinaldini as JRemendado, capital, not over-
done. Mile. Eauermeister as Frasquita, and Agnes Janson as
Mercedes, looked winning, especially when playing cards.
Saturday.— Cavalleria Rusticana. Most appropriate when every-
body is talking of the elections and " going to the country."
GIRLS OF THE PEEIOD.
Letter I. {From Miss Mary Logic to Miss Rosa Blackbord.)
My dear Rosa, Coached Cottage.
I fancy I told you that my Uncle Jack was coming home
from sea. I had not seen him for six years—in fact he left England
when I was a child of four or so. As you know, I am now ten. I
naturally was rather curious to meet him. Well he is here, and I
am fairly puzzled. He is rather a nice fellow—partly educated. He
is distinctly shaky with his Classics, and has evidently forgotten
half his Mathematics. However we got on pretty well. He seemed
to be interested in my lecture upon Astronomy, and said "I seemed
to be a hand at Chemistry." Well so I am. As you know, when I
was a mere child I was always fond of experiments of an analytical
character. He asked me if I had a doll, and I suppose he referred
to the old lay-figure that I was wont to sketch before I took to
studying from the nude. And now you will ask, why I am writing
to you, when both you and I are so busy—when we are both pre-
paring 'for matriculation ? When we have so little spare time at
our disposal ?
I will tell you. The fact is, he accuses me of ignorance in the
biographical section of my studies. He gave me the history of a
gentleman who used a blue dye for his moustache and murdered his
wives with impunity. Then he related the adventures of a lady who
slept for a hundred years from the wound of a spinning needle. I had
to confess (although ta constant reader of the Lancet) I had never
heard of the case before. Then he recounted the adventures of a
traveller who seems to have had a life of considerable interest.
This person obtained quite a number of diamonds, with the assist-
ance of a huge bird called a Roc. Thin he had much to say about a
dwarf who defeated (in really gallant style) several men of abnor-
mally large stature. He laughed when I had to confess that I had
never heard of these people before. He gave me their names. The
wife-slaughterer was called Bluebeard ; the lady who slumbered for
a hundred years, The Sleeping Beauty (I suppose she preferred to
keep her anonymity); the traveller's name was Sindbad, and the
dwarf was Jack the Giant-Killer. Have you heard of any of these
people ? Your affectionate Cousin, Mary.
Letter II.
{Reply to Same, from Miss Rosa Blackbord,.)
My dear Mary, Algebra Lodge.
As you are many weeks my junior (to be precise, exactly
two months), I hasten to answer your letter. I have searched all
my Biographical Dictionaries, but cannot find the people of whom
you are in search. As for myself, I have never heard of Bluebeard,
know nothing of The Sleeping Beauty, and am sceptical of the exist-
ence of Sindbad and Jack the Giant-Killer. Like Mrs. Prig, who
doubted the existence of Mrs. Harris, " I don't believe there were
no such persons." By the way, you ought to read Dickens. He is
distinctly funny, and I can quite understand his amusing our grand-
mothers. I generally turn to his works after a long day with Homer
or Euripides. Your affectionate Cousin, Rosa.
"Ne Plus Ulster."—Decidedly, Ulster can't go beyond "its
last," or rather, its latest, most utter utterances. So far, "words,
words, words;" but from words to blows there is a long interval,
especially when their supply of breath having been considerably
exhausted, there is not much to be feared from their "blows."
However, so far, the men with Ulsterior views have been patted on
the back by the Times, and "approbation from Sir Hubert
Stanley is praise indeed." Yet, had the meeting been of Nation-
alists ! "But," as Mr. Kipling's phrase goes, "that is another
story." For, from the Times leader-writer's point of view,_ "that
in the Orangeman's but a choleric word which in the Nationalist
is rank blasphemy." However, the steam is let off through the
spout, and by the time the Nationalist's dream of Home Rule is
realised, all efforts to the contrary on .the part of gallant little
Ulster will probably be " Uister vires."
ADVICE GRATIS. — Deafness. (To "Experimentalist.")—
Yours seems a peculiar form of this painful complaint. We cannot
understand why you should feel "as if wind were always coming
from your left ear." Try blowing into the ear with the bellows
three times a day. It may drive the wind back. For the " fulness,
throbbing, &c," we should advise ramming a good-sized darning-
needle as far as it will go into the orifice. After that—or even
before—it might be best to consult a competent medical man.