The mention of that most clever and of singer-actresses, Mdme. Hortense Schneider, reminds me that the great French public have never cared for the racing drama. Only a year or so ago a Drury Lane drama dealing with the Grand National was transplanted to , and although staged to perfection under the direction of the late Sir Augustus Harris, failed to prove very attractive. I have been told by the author of the piece that the manager of the theatre insisted upon the introduction into this play of of a of clowns! And quite recently there was a French produced at the Princess's, in which a (presumably a ) was a very prominent character. The wore a long light coat, a pair of field-glasses and a straw hat. He was pressing in his attentions upon the unprotected but virtuous heroine, to that lady's