After dinner went to the great theatre. The ‘Marriage of Figaro,’ turned into a comic opera by Mozart, with delicious music; but I do not like music which from time to time mars the wit of Beaumarchais. The really comic effect of the last scene is entirely spoiled by the music; all the actors entering the pavilion on the two sides of the stage, singing their intentions with an accompaniment charming in itself, but which entirely destroys the illusion of the scene.