... LITERATRIGE. MA' ?? s> -:i ; ',trid>?;sjnit Lib~rarp,. niiijn'Cc;Srieg, ,d90 15;, ip/C~f,. Aibe~npiisrstteet, ?? conductors of this excellent and popular miscellany have just published the first- volume of a i dramatic series, .initnd'ed to'corpurise a selection from the plays S of the earlier Britisl threatrital writers, p'fied of all objection. in able jisstles, and sdspted foi tshe ...

... t - =I i. CASTLE BUILDING. TLe folowing stanzas d ri, e a wrttet by Mr. Ellidge on reads lng Dr. Calamny's sermon ansipt ?? 1I~lThosghbts, and deli- s tiered in lis. late lecture on the eloeudtioW of the Senatc and tlwfi~ aer, at the R~oyal Institution. - - -k *Let saints interdict, and let sages revtile, The sportive creations which fancy supplies: Oh. still let her baseless enchantments ...

... trioinal. ithe iewing lines are extracted from a otiginal communi. tl Uon ont M leua, shich bas been presented to Us for insertiow a in th-e Kolefdocqe. i LtN? COMPOSED IN THE CHAPEL OP GHOSTS. CITY OF FUNCHALi Andj aball be like thisI This marble urn Contains the Inanimate dust of one Who once could think, and act, and speak, Perhaps could love, and had his love returned. i6 what a lesron ...

... Vacttrp. THE RAINBOW. BY THE LATE AfRS. T. COBBOLD, OF 1PSWrreV. (From Ackermann!8 Juvenile Forget me Net.) Behold where shines, id glorious show Qf lucid tints, the painted bow ! But trust not to the varying light, As evanescent as 'tis bright. Turn where the sun'seffulgent blaze Ulumes the heaven with-4!urer rays- Rays that from gloom a~d midnight borrow Fresh glories to adorn the morrow. ...

... 1 - i - - - . ?? [RDOM THE ATnXI5SEN5 The following is the song sent by Lafayette to Lady Morgan. He observes in a note to her letter, 1 must.send you our new national song by Casimir Delavigne. It is not, however, printed itt her work. As it is sung nightly at Paris with tumul- twoas pplause, we think it may be interesting to our readers. LA PARISIENNE. MIARCHR NAT710NALc. PARt CAtSIMIR ...

... oI f= Voetrp. THE ELEPHANTS. As the rival elephants are about to pay their respects to the Liverpool public, the following lines will come in ii-projos. The verses which describe the pulling down of Exeter Exchange are part of a prologue to the Fire Fiend, and were written by Mr. Beasley, and recited by Mr. Yates in the character of a Beefeater. - The beasts, astonished, still remained in ...

... ; ? 11 , ? ??v I .1 Os k L a few days Since. into the Cambrian Wreatbf C edited and illostratbd vby Mr,' Llewetin Pritchard, we wer ph so mnuch plettsed with thabeautaful lines on Stonelhenge, thast or we ha raseleted them for tsar poetitas dcgtieyfrne oi dihs'week,, In ?? onirosi tiheee are few? .fiaer comrptisitious in- otir lal; p guiage.-.xdifs.More,-. ,diH STONEIIE&GL-A PRIZE P033M. ,i vy ...

... IOrigual. THE TIXllER ELrc&& from a Letter addressed to a Friend Is th COuntry. My friend, we are here in a terrible mess, Assail'd on all sides with complaints of distress ; lach trying the burden to shift from his shoulders, With but one exception-I mean the fundbolddrs. They have bonds upon all our possessions, they say. Which like Shylock of old, they'll compel us to pay: Their title, they ...

... BENEFIT AT THE THEATRE PL-AID OF THE PERMANENT NIGHT ASYLUM. | ed m Although this experiment has certainly proved successful, i 'er would have been much more lucrative. but for some circum. Sainces to which we shall here briefly advert. From the appre LI hension of injuring Mr. Bradbury's benefit; which was fixed for a ,the Molnday preceding, the perfoirmiine itn aid of the perma. . nentasylun ...

... FASIONS FOR APRIL; ?? DrLSS -A dress of white figured blond de Cam-r -r vhite satin. T'ho corsg6e sits close to the shape; it lo., but by no means indelicately so, round the bust. un tucker, of blond lahe, is ?? nearly plain round D3 b and hosom, but very full on the shoulders, so as to ,0l,. cro0s. A narrow-pointed blond, set on plain, forms naiiegto the tucker. Gauze sleeve over a sit rt ...

... 7 7 - -- I - . , f tp - ' . . , I Ai AJPPtAt TO T V FREEb peart rgy SV sNaA STrSUCGAHD. briel theI (From the xtheaumn.) Offspring of Heaven! fair Freedom, Impart surc The light of thy spirit to quicken each heart : as tt Though the chains of oppression our free limbs neserbound, ably Bid usfeelfor the v.retchround whosesotiltheyare wound,- the Whose breast is corroded with anguish so deep, ...

... -- ] eterj. -TO MY SON. BY LORD BYRON. Those flaxen locks, those eyes of blue, Bright as thy mother's in their hue; Those rosy lips, whose dimples play And smile to steal the heart away, Recal a scene of former joy, And touch thy father's heart, my boy! And thou can'st lisp a father's name- Ah, William, were thine own the same, No self-reproach-but let me cease- My care for thee shall ...