... . | (FsOM OVER Owiv COUESPONMDENT.) NEW YORK, SEPT. 12.-On Monday last Jullien prodaced hie American Quadrille, and great as have been the plaudits: with which the prodactions of Jullien have been greeted in the old vorld, vething more hearty or more heartfelt ever greeted him than-it did ?? this occasion. The production islike all that Jullien doesi it.is a composite affair-a variety of ...

... TIE POETWCAL WOR6S OFE POI.E . Mr. James Hannay is a great admirer of works of Edgar Poe; and so, although perhaps ijen more modified way, are we. Mr. Hannay, h,, ever, has given a practical proof of his admirationl and of hie. interest in the poet, by bringing cut a neatly got up edition of his poems, prefac: with a biographical sketch containing, as We be lieve, nearly all, that is known of ...

... ?? A LADY'S VISIT TO THEi GOLD DIGGINGS. The lady (then a spinster) accompanied her brother m April, 1852-53. She shared with her brother all the vicissitudes of a digger's life ; and narrates them in a free, fresh spirit: there is nothing artificial-nothing. hackneyed in her Paces- She begins by avouching their accuracy of detail. In a lack of the marvellous will consist their principal ...

... 1: , I '41 itcrar ? Extra 'to. -,I- H~oive-Hope is ita slenlerre-e~d f~o~r aLs'to-ut' man to l ea n on, ly bat i's strong enough, I do suppose, for them that's infirm USI * f mnind and purpose. The houses Hope builds are castles t~ ~nthe air. The houses of the wretched'who are altogether without hope, are too dismal to live in. A slight infusion of IId hope may be prescribed in bad cases; ...

... I E - D(~T ASAA\ToWVQT.'R TPqTTTUJT1ON. C AJ~j.LN 'JJco] ROYAL MANCHESTER INSTITUTION. b [CONTIUED.]thi 804. The Forsaken One. Henry Johnstone.-How often de a fine artistic thoughat-caleulated, fin right hands, to develop ad. itself into a sublimity, is frittered away becomilaii impotent hc and miserable. The work under notice, good ini Concepti on, of fair in composition, and in other ...

... LINES WrITTEN AT TrHE CLOSS OF 1882. - - - TigrY UU.aBTY A I WRITTEN AT !THE: UJUIr, - T--w Ist, ON SOCIAL DISCORD AS REGARtDS RELIGIOUS AtND POLITI m CAL SUBECS; FO ISRT MUDITATION N l 2nd, ON PA~ST REALITIES FORlIT) iiN 3rd, REcoLolTl0Ns OF TITS C1OLERA OF 1831-2. re BY JrOHN GUY, For many years principal of Green-bill Aeademy, Cumberland FIRST. a Abi where is the ray that pure reason ...

... - , ,I, - -lw d L D in the Park DROWNEUD IN WUiNEMkIISr, - The rough copy of these verses was picked up in the Park- road, and no doubt refer to the above unfortuate youths.) Winandermere ! no face of fear Thy blue waters wear; 'Twas with a smile thou didst beguile The destined.i pr The elder bore the garb or war, His friend the scholar's gown; Thy Myron wave ?? their grave, With few to see ...

... |If ?? THE GREAT EXHIBITIOQ.1 Tmbaer of persons who visited the Exhibition yesterday, 99,719. ?? : The attendance yesterday was numerous, and the receipts st jhe door a fair average. We noticed in the building the lalbourer and teautry. of J. Wilson, Esq., Daramnoa, counaty M atb; also all the men employed on the Dundaik and Enni=2iion Railway, besides sixty o the labourere Srom the Dundalk ...

... The number of persons who visited the ExhibitioO Yde- day lwas 16,117. The following circular has been issued by Mr. Jo. Robineon to the members of the several musical 50c' Dablin, and we have no doubt but it will be OpIW to cheerfully;-, DDE=R Sta-The Committee of the Dublin Exhibibia being desirous of giving as much .das to its dosiag diy is possible, have requested me, in connection with ...

... orighlat loortru. ?? ? THE SONG OF THE BLACKSTAFF. I CANIE from the mountains, pure and bright, Through flowery fields I strayed; Gladly I danced in the sun's clear light, And with the sunbeams played. In music and mirth the happy hours Of the Summer dlays wvere passed; Oh! green were the fields, and bright the flowers, In the place where my lot was cast. One day the wind came wanderin.g by, ...

... 'iterhary Miet es. oN THE DEATH OF GENERAL SIR C. NAPIER. (ri om the Dablin 7Unive7,sity Mfagazine. '1ould War were dead! . . Yet when a Warrior dies Likc this one, to his knell a pulse rebounds _ Our world is poorer by a noble man. Ss-'ERt is ?? conqueror of Scinme And righteouS ruler. Through a sickly frame, ?? with war, thle spiritual fire Biaeed tcrblike on the battle's vanward surge; And ...

... ' OCTOBER. Gorgeolls are thy woods, October, Clad in glowing mantles se'ore- Brightest tints of beauty blending Iike the west, when day s descendjing Thou'rt the sunset of the year. Fading flowers are thine, October I Droopeth sad the sweet bluebell, Cone the blossoms April cherish'd. Violet, lily, rose-all ?? Fragrance fled from field and dell. Songless are thy woods, October Save when red ...