"Without an opera, without a court, almost without society!" "An opera would be desirable, I confess; of courts I know nothing, unmarried females being cyphers in Europe; and I hope better things than to think I shall be without society.

Now that inconstant orb has become our enemy, and the only German opera that we look forward to seeing is Die Gothadämmerung.

The opera 'Rosamond' was not a popular success, mainly because the music to which it was set fell so far below it in grace and ease.

The opera billed for that night was Pagliacci.

The witty farce of the "Rehearsal" is said to have been meditated by its authors (for it was the work of several hands) so early as a year or two after the Restoration, when Sir William Davenant's operas and tragedies were the favourite exhibitions.

The serious opera is an exotic and does not seem to thrive on the soil of France.

The opera, too, was a new delight to Isabella, and even Celia was excited by it.

The opera was I Capuletti.

The opera was one of Grétry's, "Les Événements Imprévus," in which one of the duets contains the line "Ah, comme j'aime ma maïtresse."

The opera was "Iphigénie," the chorus in which, "Chantons, célébrons notre reine," had by this time been almost as fully adopted, as the expression of the national loyalty, as "God save the Queen" is in England.

This opera was "Tristan and Isolde;" but instead of being a concession, it turned out to be the most difficult and Wagnerian of all his works,an opera with much emotion but little action, no processions or choruses such as "Lohengrin" still had, and, of course, no arias or tunes whatever.

The opera was one of Grétry's, "Les Événements Imprévus," in which one of the duets contains the line "Ah, comme j'aime ma maïtresse."

But little as this young man had comprehended the conditions of the Berlin drama, still less was he aware that the Spontini Janissary opera, with its kettledrums, elephants, trumpets, and gongs, is a heroic means of inspiring our enervated people with warlike enthusiasma means once shrewdly recommended by Plato and Cicero.

The opera was nearly overthat grand scene of Valentine's death was onand Lesbia was listening breathlessly to every note, watching every look of the actors, when there came a modest little knock at the door of her box.

The opera was "Faust," with Nillson as Marguerite.

All his operas, so far, had been tragedies.

The opera was "Le Prophète," and, as none of us had ever seen anything produced on so magnificent a scale, we were greatly interested, especially in the act which opens with that wonderful winter scene in the forest, with hundreds of people scattered about under the great trees, with horses and sleighs and the frozen river in the background where the skaters came gliding on.

Gay dies unpensioned with a hundred friends; observes that this opera was a piece of satire, which hits all tastes and degrees of men, from those of the highest quality to the very rabble.

From the Vorspiel's opening measures, gaunt and hungry with despair and longing, to the last measures of the Liebestod, sublime with resignation and divinely sad with the apotheosis of adoration, this opera sounds every note of the emotion of man for woman, and woman for man.