nster, sent by Poseidon's wrath, or by perishing in the
combat.

{144}

Ilia, unable to conceal her love for him any longer, bids him live,
live for her. In his new-found happiness Idamantes forgets his grief,
and when his father surprises the lovers, he implores him to calm his
wrath, and rushes away, firmly resolved to destroy the monster.--

With terrible misgivings Idomeneus sees Arbaces approach, who announces
that the people are in open rebellion against him. The King hastens to
the temple, where he is received with remonstrances by the High-Priest,
who shows him the horrid ravages, which Poseidon's wrath has achieved
through the monster; he entreats him to name the victim for the
sacrifice and to satisfy the wishes of the God. Rent by remorse and
pain Idomeneus finally names his son.

All are horror-stricken, and falling on their knees, they crave
Poseidon's pardon.--While they yet kneel, loud songs of triumph are
heard, and Idamantes returns victorious from his fight with the monster.

With noble courage he throws himself at his father's feet, imploring
his benediction and--his death. For having heard of his father's
unhappy vow, he now comprehends his sorrow, and endeavours to lessen
his grief.

Idomeneus, torn by conflicting feelings at last is about to grant his
son's wish, but when he lifts his sword, Ilia throws herself between,
imploring him to let her be the victim. A touching scene ensues
between the lovers, but Ilia gains her point. {145} Just when she is
about to receive her death-stroke, Poseidon's pity is at last aroused.
In thunder and lightning he decrees, that Idomeneus is to renounce his
throne in favor of Idamantes, for whose spouse he chooses Ilia.

In a concluding scene we see Electra tormented by the furies of hate
and jealousy. Idomeneus fulfils Poseidon's request, and all invoke the
God's benediction on the happy Royal house of Crete.

JEAN DE PARIS.

Comic Opera in three acts by ADRIEN BOIELDIEU.

Text by St. JUST.

After a lapse of many years this spirited little opera has again been
put upon the stage and its success has shown, that true music never
grows old.

Next to the "Dame blanche" Jean de Paris is decidedly the best of
Boieldieu's works; the music is very graceful, fresh and lively, and
the plot, though simple and harmless is full of chivalric honor and
very winning.

The scene takes us back to the 17th century and we find ourselves in an
inn of th