Un Caprice, a little comedy, or rather comic scene, which
is now played at the St. James's, created a perfect furore in Paris when produced there about three months ago. Journalists rivalled each other in extolling its perfections; and Alfred de Musset, who had not even designed it for the stage, was astonished to find himself covered by such a shower of laurels, that, to use one of Jerrold's expressive epithets, he became a perfect "Jack in the Green" of glory. The story is a little domestic anecdote about a purse that a lady has knitted for her husband, and another that he has received from a female friend: but it is not the story on which the piece depends. The delicacy of sentiment and the exceeding neatness of the dialogue have rendered it a perfect gem in the eyes of the Parisians.