The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-02-03

From Our Opn Correspondent.
New YORK, Feb. 3, 1870.
sGTho Tamutofionh

ever look at 1t. 1t Is not q tradesmans bill,
nor doctors bill, nor washerwomans bill,
nor lodging-house keepers bill. 1t is some
thing more brilliant and vari-colored than either
of these. 1t is the handbll of The TtoelUe Temp
tdtions, which is to be produced next Monday
evening at the Grand Opera House. This
document, which is closely printed, and
is four feet long and a foot and half
wide, assures me that the gorgeous spec
tacular legendary romance" of The 1toelue
Temptations is founded upon the tradition
Of Walpurgis Eve, is produced at a cost of
seventy-five thousand dollars, has been ten
months in preparation, and in the course of its
nightly delneation will present three hundred
performers to the public. 1t informs me of the
Christian names and surnames of the parties
yariously responsible for the scenery, machinery,
| armor, costumes, ornamental foil work, mount
ngs, helmets, shields, banners, armorial bear
ings, implements of war; Egyptian trophies,
| general paraphernalia, calcium effects, illumi-
nations, revolving temples, transformation
| scenes, music and poetry. The legend consists
of four parts and twenty scenes. 1t is en-
phatcally a leg piece in the most flesh
tinted sense of that term. And the
moral is extremely pure 1t might with equal
propriety be called The Ten Commandments, or
| The SeUen Deadly Sins, as The Ttoelue Tenptd-
tons. After having seen legs of every nation
alty, age, sex, and condition of pulchritude
and plumpness, during three hours of the even
ing, you are presented with vision of the
'Home of the Blest," a sort of Mahomets
paradise where the lovers of pretty legs go to
after life well spent in the pursuit of femoral
combinations shrouded in ephemeral saucer
skirts. When 1 add that the entire entertain
ment is got up at the instigation of Mr. James
Fisk, Jr., it will readily be understood that its
morality is perfectly unimpeachable, and that
Its tendency will be to uphold the sanctity of
domestic relations. Indeed, this has been Mr..
Fisk's central idea-to make the Grand Opera
House place which families may visit without
bringing a blush to the Cheek of the Young
Person.
By-tbe-by, it is pity about that Young Person.
In New York he is generally supposed to travel
on his check, in stead of permitting bushes to
travel there.
A private dress rehearsal is to be given next
Saturday night, to which about three hundred
people-mosty newspaper and theatrical-will
| be invited. AS heard a lady once neatly ex-
press it, the costumes of the ddnseuses will be
| ''pair of pink stockings up to the waist, and a
| ruf1lc to hide the garters !"
| Chloe Langton I'm New York.
Who has not heard of Chloe Langton the
| happy sufferer, the physically saint
ridden, agonized under a complication of pain
full diseases? All the most sensitive nerves of
her being have been laid bare for quarter of a
century beneath the microscope of suffering,
and thousand of pious sympathizers have gone
to visit her, in her Connecticut home, from
| every quarter of the globe.
Well, there is sort of Chloe Langton here In
| New York. She is the wife of brutal Chinese
| whose name is Now Weit-See, and her home is
in filthy kennel of Cherry street. Her ap-
pearance is infinitely more repulsive than Chloe
| Langton's is, or ever can be, for in the first
| place the seams and ravages of her disease are
external; and in the second place, her distorted
| features have no under-meanings of beauty
created by an exalted spiritual life. Her neigh
| bors with the wilful mispronuncaton of
name for which the Celtic nomenclature offers
them but little analogy, call her Mrs. Morrissey.
| Infammatory rheumatism has twisted her head
| trunk, and limbs out of the semblance of human
! shape. Continual hunger, nakedness, cold,
damp, darkness filth, and brutality have been
doing their work with her for years. The crown
| of her head presents a fssure through which the
brain can be seen palpitating. Her bosom has
lost every rounded outline of full-fruited woman
| hood, and is coil of twisted knots. Her finger
| nails have become claws and her arms are like
| gnarled branches. Her eyes are almost sight
| less, and no moment is free from torture. Add
to this that her husband treats her with oaths
| and brutality, and that for all she gets she
| is dependent upon the eXertions of her Oldest
| child, boy of eleven years, and you have such
| a picture of human suffering as seems more
congenial to the shades of hell than to this
bright and beautiful world
Prince Fair-Stnr.
The circumstances of the case warrant me in
applying to Prince Arthur the name which
Madame d'Aunoy's old French nursery legend
gives to La PTinCesse Belle -EtOile, for certainly
the star under which Arthur appears to have
been born was fair and prosperity promising
one. But perhaps it would be equally proper
for me to call him lie Prince Oheri, for he has
finally succeeded in establishing himself as
| Arthur the Beloved among many of the younger
ladies who have had the honor of dining or
| dancing with him. Painted Ennui and rouged
| Fatigue have smiled naturally and simply for q
little space in his company, and, thanks to the
polished courtesy of Mr.. Grinnell, ball has
been given at Delmonico's in honor-not of him.
self, but of his mother 80 the invitation ex
pressly stated and even his honored and lamented
, | father was left out in the cold.
Incipient DonatIs.
, The crippled dnewsboys-the crutched and one
: legged varlets in the Park. ,Donat believe, il
the one-legged foreign dancer, whose toe is al
the more eight" and fantastic for its being
only half the quantity of other peoples. Tn,
: way these halt gamins play hunkadee or
crutches proves that beings blessed with tn,
usual number of tibias and ibulas never appre
ciate the capabilities that lie dormant in single