" Words of praise," says the writer, " addressed to a foolish, wealc, old dotard, whose chief characteristics were cowardice and pedantic buffoonery, are sadly out of place in a book accepted as a recorn of God's dealings with man, and cad only raise a feeling of disgust in the reader." Few people probably take the trouble to read the precious per formance in question, or it could hardly have been permitted so longr to occupy the first page of our Bibles. The greatest antiquarian zeal and the most sentimental regard for the " good old times" could scarcely tolerate this effusion of delirious loyalty. — "Echo." It isn't often we want to be an angel or a girl or anything like that, but when, last Saturday night, we "sot out the show" at Wallack's and gazed with unadulterated feelings of rapture when Lydia Thompson and the other women pranced round the stage with scarcely a stitch of visible toggery upon their beautiful forms, we admit that we did long to be one of them, they looked so cool and airy and transparent, while we and the other suffering men were starched and wound up in clothes and things as if we were Egyptian mum mies a thousand years old or more. Adam and Eve had the proper idea of dressing, and if it hadn't been for the jobbiftess of that animated boa con strictor we all might be roaming about the streets, innocent as lambs and as naked as the day we were born. Just imagine how pleasant and cool it would be for us all, to say nothing of the ab sence of tailors and tailors' bills. We certainly envy Lydia her costume. We wonder that some enterprising manager doesn't get up "Lady Godiva" fc'ais hot weather. Griven with appro priate costume and a real Lady Godiva and live horse, this thin<» would pay like fun. It's a libel on womankind to say that no pretty behaved female could be induced to assume the char acter of Lady Godiva, for to the pure all things are pure, likewise "Honi soit gui mill y pense;" the growing sisterhood of divine beauties would be only too willing to enact the part of one whose virtues were worthy the emulation of her sex. 