F»rd*» jtuveuiie Opera Ceupaaf.Mi Wachtel, who stood at the door of the opera house lost night and relieved the jxiopte of their tickets as they crowded in ana titled alt the available room, performed his duties with unusual dignity and deliberation. 'TherO was nothing grim about liini, but he seemed to realize his responsibilities, He appeared to feel that, as the step-father of tour dozen hoys and girls, the eyes of the public were npou him, and he conducted himself accordingly He glanced at the tickets as they were tendered as ono who should sigh and say: “Ah, well! you are very small and very cheap to entitle a ixwson to see such an entertainment as my babies give MIt is not-too much to say that this was tue verdict of the audience as the curtain fell;.for it must be conceded by even the most captious that the performance last night was one of the most remarkable ever given in Atlanta. Its effect ia simply indescribable, In the hands or the iittlo cMitlftiti the burleequo opera of Pinafore assumes an idvllic force and fervor that is not dowh in the books, ft is stul burlfesque, but of a sort so infinitely fresh end dainty, so exquisitely piquant and embodies such lyrie grace nndf sweetness, as to come upon the audience in the nature of a revelation. How refreshing it was to the habitues of the theater to behold these children step out of their every-day life, seize this frayed opera in their pink lingers and lift it with their 9Weet young voices into the fair fields of romance.