Went in the evening to the ‘Favart’ or Italian opera. Meyerbeer's ‘Crociato in Egitto’ was the piece, and, as usual, the orchestra at this house was most delightful; but I hardly knew whether to condemn or approve of the introduction of Turkish cymbals in this orchestra. They seem to be the order of the night, now, in the Paris bands. The best singer, to my taste, was Madame Pisaroni. A Monsieur Donzelli also showed great talent, and I preferred him to our London tenors.