Letter to the Countess of T. on a Second French Theater in Paris

there remains nothing, or at least, not much. A few disjointed Scenes, scraps of phrases, fragments of thoughts, etc. Let us return to the object of our letter.

Finally, there is no longer today, I repeat to you, Madame, anything but a French Theater, an Italian Theater made French, Nicolet, and Audinot; and we no longer have the old Opéra Comique comic opera, the Great Rope Dancers, called the Troupe of the Sieur Restier; as well as the Troupe of Gaudon, which performed some Farces. Having proved above that the number of Shows was not sufficient to contain the indocile youth nor the fiery Military, and politically speaking, that the strongest inconveniences can arise, inconveniences which have provided an enlightened Government the reasons for which it established and tolerates in our day the Guinguettes small taverns/dance halls, Billiards, Cafés, Musicos small musical venues, and the double Academies of Gambling and Love. All these places are frequented by bad Citizens, says a Politician of our days, but who would occupy themselves much more dangerously if they did not find there a pleasure in accordance with their dispositions. In effect, one will always remember that the cabal or the secret intrigue of the Spanish Ambassador Portocarrero was discovered by