... Ei terat ure. New Holland. By T. Bartlett, Assistant-Surgeon, olst Light Infantry.-Longman and Co., London'. There have been few more productive sources of misery titan emigration, ?? a proyer previous inquiry and a judicious apportionment of me .ns to ends. Tbe present volume is intended to co.omunicate information respecting the colonization, pro- ductions, and resources of New Holland; with ...

... TI B RAnT - VRaZETIS. The long-expected Journal of E'vents in Affghanistan, koept by Lady Sale, has at length arrived, and has been intrust. ed for publication to Mr. Murray, of Albemuarle-streat. When worthy men fall out, only one of thema may be faulty at first; but if strife continues long, commonly both become g'uilty.-Fieter. 0RA31TY.r Believe not each accueing tongue, As most weak ...

... LETTRa L Dear Mister Bright-I'm grieved to see The League has been abusing me. The League is wrong, and I am right; Echo me, do I dear Mister Bright. It was the Chrosncze that said it; Bist there, of coulse, I never read it: 'Twas in the Quarterly Beiews, Which, as a Liberal good and true, I of the Clironicle take in lUen. Write by return, and say there is no room, Dear Mr. Bright, for ...

... I Literaturt. it The Foreign Quarterly Reviewfor April.-Chapman & Co., tit London. bI This new review takes high ground. Its object is to enlarge ju the English reader' world of letters, by notices of the prin. Pt cipal authors and most psopular works ou the continent-indeed, en in every part of the globe. To do this effectually, it is evident ac that a strong corps of accomplished scholars ...

... 9o etrp. THE HUNTER'S SONG. WsEw the hora of the huntsman is calling away, To the field and the forest, the blithe and the free, Uprising I spring at the summons so gay, And quickly I follow with heart full of glee. Sound-sousd once again! '1 is a truce to all pain, And a cure for the heart-ache, I ween; Away to the meads, Where the merry sport leads, I haste to the joy-giving scene. ?? ...

... The annual sacred concert of the Bristol Choral Society took place on Wednesday last, at the Assembly Room, l'rince-street, and although the attendance was respectable, it wae not 80 crowded as we think the society, after its experience of four years, had a right to expect. The solo singers engaged were our old favourite lillar, Mr. Collins, and Mrs. Charles Cum- llins, a native of this city, ...

... LZTJRALRY VStA3ETZES. Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old c, shoes-they were easiest to his feet.-Seldon. c Ill-bred persons, and proud empty fools, are ever ready to ta be angry at any trifling joke. h Every seed of evil is a cause of a harvest of misery. Every tl oppression in God's good time recoils upoxI the oppressor.- tl Westminster Review. ti A man should study to ...

... #sit~ Rine arts She GRAND~ 0oaTORZO--THE DUESSIAN. W4 Tue performance of tlhe OnArtTOR ?? MIESSIAHI, followed be by ?? CONtCET-txe expoctation of w-hich twvo events n has caused no inconeiderablesiensation, in musical circles during th the last fewr weeks-took place at the Victoria-rooms, on Friday, cwa the 21st. It is certainly difficult to calculate thle capricious va- net garies of ...

... Witerature. The irces of Bngland. By Mrs. Ellis.-Fisher & Co., London. We can speak of this work in terms of unqualified praise. It is one which possesses ax] interest of a real and practical chao l raoter for every human being in these British islands, who call read and reflect-a few hopeless old bachelors perhaps excepted. Mrs. Ellis's t Women of England has reached a seventeenth edition: ...

... poatrpy. IIYIMENEAL HYIIN. 0, Thou who; on thy chitdre n's bliss, Dost ever smilingly look down, Now with thy heavenlybenison This happy union deign to orown I While through the cheqner'd paths of life, With trust in Thee, thy servants go, May Care pass lightly o'er their heads, And tears of Sorrow seldom flow! May each to eaoh a refuge prove Whene'er by pain or grief opprest, Nor heed the ...

... -1-ortrp4 TIlE SLAVE'S DREAM. BY Ii. LONGVEILOW (AN AMER1PAN POET). BEsins the ungather'd rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare-his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again in the mist and sbadow of sleep He saw his nativeland. Wide through the landscape of his dreams Thelordly Niger flow'd; Beneath the palins trees oas the plain Once more a king he strode; And heard the ...

... Zbe ;fine arto. ?? MEMOPrIES OF PICTU11ES.-BY MRtS. S. C. IIALL. EDWARD .33 D1. 1.. V I remember, many years ago, being cbarmed by a picture painted 2 by Mr. Edward Bird. I saw it in Bristol: it was one of the r earliest works of art that left a memory with me after I came fn to England, probably frtom its peculiarly English aspect. It r. was called 'The Country AuctiDn. I wa5 told it was ...