The Sun.
London, England, 1836-12-01 00:00:00

OLYMPIC.

Last night a burletta, in two acts, entitled The Two
Figaros, was produced for the first time at this theatre,
and with decided success. It is nothing more nor less than
a continuation of the adventures of that intriguing Barber
of Seville, of which we hay had so many versions, all ex-
cellent in their way, and was, no doubt, written for the ex-
press purpose of bringing the comic powers of " the old and
the young stager" into still msre amusing and bolder con-
trast. The music was, of course, selected from the well-
known Opera II Barbiere de Seviglia. Although the ma-
terials of this little trifle are slight, they have been thrown
together with great tact and effect, and it is no more than'
the due of the dramatis persona to say that they did ful-
justice to the respective parts entrusted to them. The see
nery and dresses are as splendid as they are appropriate'
and on the whole we anticipate that the piece will become
a favourite with the frequenters of this little theatre. The
appeal of Mr. Liston at the conclusion was irresistibly lu-
dicrous. Representing author and actors, lie stood for-
ward and, addressing tho audience, said—with all possible
gravity—
" Though human errors to my share may fall,
Look in my face and you'll forget them all."
A burst of laughter and applause followed this appeal, and
the piece was given out for repetition, amidst loud and ge-
neral approbation. The house was well and fashionably
attended.

THE CLOVEN FOOT.—We 'derive our popular re-
presentations of Satan from the Pan of the ancients, the
horned half-man, half-goat, the well-known inspirer of a
fear which still goes by his name—panic ; and this Pan,
or Satyr, was, it must be confessed, a most ugly, unnatu-
ral monster. Hence, undoubtedly, the " cloven foot,"
which is supposed to characterise mankind's arch-enemy ;
and, figuratively, is said to be displayed when some latent
wickedness peeps forth from words and deeds of fair seem-
ing. But it is curious that in nature animals with the hoof,
or" cloven foot," are harmless, generally timid, and (if we
except the ferocious porcine genus, some of whom occa-
sionally cat flesh when they meet with it) dependent for
their food upon herbs, vegetables, and plants. The claw-
footed animals are, with a few exceptions, carnivorous,
fierce, and hurtful ; and, therefore, we are inclined to
award the palm, reserved for painters of the arch-fiend, to
a genius (whose name, if we ever knew, we forget) who,
in our old friend, the !' Pilgrim's Progress," has represented
Apollyon with formidable claws as hands and feet ; and
more, in truth, " like a ramping and roaring lion," going
about " seeking whom he may devour," than like one of
those gentle, grazing, hoofed creatures, often eaten by man,
but never returning the compliment upon him in kind.—
The Mirror.
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Mademoiselle Levasseur, who is said to be worih
30,000 or 40,000 francs a year, lived alone and without a
servant, and did her own work, though she was 54 years
of age. Tuesday last, a man of respectable appearance
called at her house, describing himself as an agent for the
sale of houses. He returned next day, and whilst Made-
moiselle appeared to be reflecting upon an offer
for the purchase of a house of which she is owner, in the
rue St. Honore, the stranger, seizing her by the throat,
threw her down and (hew her into the kitchen, where he
put an end to her reistance by stabbing her three times in
the throat with a dagger. Thinking she was dead, lie
went into his victim's bed-room, took the watch which hung
over the mantelpiece, and, approaching a closet, was pre-
paring to open it, when he perceived Mademoiselle Le-
vasseur, who, having raised herself, was crawling, covered
with blood, towards the entrance door, which she had
already laid hold of, and was crying out with all her strength,
" Help ! murder ! they are murdering me !" Terrified at
this horrible apparition, the murderer, who feared he should
be discovered, darted towards the door, pushed the unfor-
tunate woman aside, and running down the staircase was
soon lost amidst the windings of the surrounding streets,
whilst Mademoiselle Levasseur, who still retained strength
enough to get to the upper story, reached it bathed in blood,
and fell Senseless, after saying that an attempt had been
made to murder her. Mademoiselle Levasseur is still living,
but she is very weak, and can scarcely utter a few words.--
Paris Paper.

Prince de Polignac was expected to leave the
dungeon of Ham on Sunday or Monday last. He had first
intended to proceed to Germany, but has since determined
on coming to this country. After spending a fortnight in
London he will repair to Devonshire, whither he will
shortly be followed by his amiable lady. The Prince, who
is accompanied by his eldest son, travels in the custody of
'a Captain of the Gendarmerie, whose instructions are not
to quit him until his deporture from Calais, but, at the
same time, to treat him with due regard, and pay him every
attention that his long sufferings and injured health may
require. Though not permitted to quit his prison until able
to proceed direct to a foreign country, its gates have been
thrown open to all his friends, and most of the respectable
inhabitants of Ham have availed themselves of the indulg-
ence to wait on him and congratulate him 'upon the reco-
very of his liberty. M. de Polignac is now aged 56, and
has altogether spent 16 years and 4 months in captivity'.