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A Singular discovery has just been made In the Gallowgate, connected with the provisions of a will, which has put certain of our active managers of charities on the qui rive. The topic has for some nights past been the constant theme at the orgies of a club, whose tittle-tattle a contemporary is so fond of reporting. The sharp-nosed fraternity have found their game, and are at present in full cry. It is however yet a bottle of cognac to one of claret, whether they shall be able to run down the fox.

The people on both sides of the river are so much alarmed, at the prospect of the Jamaica Street Bridge being pulled down before the one at the foot of Saltmarket Street is finished, that a public meeting of the citizens is spoken of, to petition for at least a single year's reprieve for their old servant. It is to be hoped that the Trustees have not yet sealed its doom!

The following has been the standard conundrum at the late congregation of younkers round their grandfathers' and uncles' tables. "Why is a bantered fool like a principal dish at Christmas."—" Because he's a roasted goose."


From our London Correspondent.

I Gave you yesterday my candid opinion of " Lords and Commons,' another sad proof of the decline of the dramatic art among us. One thing however generally succeeds here, and that is the Christmas Pantomine, to which the playwrights of both Theatres are directing their greatest attention. Drury Lane has sent forth its bill of fare, and a glorious bill it is, and unless the caterers break that promise to our hope which they have given nnto our eye (not ear] we shall have the best Pantomime that we have had for years past. Covent Garden has issued its carte too, and seem moreover to have borrowed a scene or too from its rival. The public care little about this however: their look-out is who gives them the best fun for their money. "Men are but children of a larger growth" has been wisely remarked, and nowhere is the adage better exemplified than in the instance of this our London annual exhibition of downright folly; for who does not go to see this Christmas Harliquinade? Why, every cynic goes, and finds in it the very acme of enjoyment! To me the name of Grimaldi is positive magic, for it cures me at once of the spleen or the blues; and I verily believe that it will be breathed by thousauds in after days with a fervour that the world's greater men will never enjoy. At some future time I will perhaps endeavour to give you an idea of the Pantomimes at both houses ; in the meantime I may tell you, that the name of the Pantomime at Drury Lane is "Harliquin and Little Thumb," that of Covent Garden being " Hop o' my Thumb and his Brothers." Are you aware that Kean is in Dublin, and, after playing the other night three acts of Richard, he got exhausted in the fourth, and fell dowu (before the fight) in the fifth? I fear his career is about completed. His whole life has been a play of the passions—the catastrophe is at hand—the bell has rung to announce the fall of the curtain!

By the bye, I may mention that Mr. S. Knowles' alteration of the Maid's Tragedy of Beaumont and Fletcher is to be brought out soon after the holidays. The whole part of Aspatia is omitted, and a good deal has been added by the adapter. A new five- act Comedy, by Don Telesfero Di Thueba, the SpanishEnglish dramatist, has been accepted at Covent Garden, it will be produced so soon as Mr. C. Kemble is able to play its hero. It is entitled " The Men of Pleasure," it is said not only to contain an excellent moral, but to possess some dramatic situations not excelled by perhaps any comedy since the days of the School for Scandal.

Do you know that your old favourite Miss Foote, or rather the Countess of Harrington, has got a son and heir? Who could have prophecied that the representative of Maria Darlington would have been the mother of Lord Petersham? Even Miss Carsdale and the Rev. Edward Irvin, with all their knowledge of the unknown tongues, could not have dreamed of it.—Adieu, once more.


IN the death of the Arciiduee Rooolfu of Austria, music and its professors have lost a distinguished protector. The Society of the Friends of Music, of which he was patron, performed a solemn service to his memory in the Augustine Church of Vienna. The Requiem of Mozart formed part of the service.

A school of Music and Singing on the Pestatozzi plan has been established at Munich for about two years by M. Lflehle, a singer attached to the court. Its success has been so great as to draw the attention of the government, the King having bestowed on it the title of " Central Music School," and given it both a place of mevling and pecuniary aid.


Observations made during a Twelve Years' Residence in a Museulmann's Family in India; descriptive of the Manners, Customs, and Habits of the Mussulmann People of Hindostan in Domestic Life, and embracing their Belief and Opinions, are preparing for the press by Mrs. Meek Hasan All

Travels in the North of Europe in 1830-1, by Mr. Elliott, with detailed descriptions of the wild and picturesque scenery, and personal adventures in spots far removed from civilized society, will also appear immediately.

A small volume on the Phenomena of Dreams, and other Transient Illusions, by W. C. Dendv is announced.

The First Part of a new and important Work is announced to appear this mouth, under the Editorship of Drs. Forbes, Tweeuie, and Conollt, entitled the Cyclopaedia of Practical Medicine; comprising Treatises on the Nature and Treatment of Diseases, Materia Medica and Therapeutics, Medical Jurisprudence, &c.


Tue results of the French Scientific Expedition to the Mores has begun to be published in Paris. The work is to form 3 vols, in folio, and appears in livraisons every six weeks.

Baron Odeleben has recently published a History of the French Revolution since 1789, for the use of the lower classes in Germany.

A Review of Reviews has appeared at Leipsic.

The famous German Poet Matthison, died at Worlitz is Dessau, March 12th, in the 71st year of his age. Many of his tender, tasteful aud exquisite lyrics have been translated into our tongue. He ranked second to none in his own land of song, for elegance of style aud refined fancy.

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What's this a sleeve? tis a demt-cannon:
What! up and down, carved like an apple-tart?
Here's snip, and nip and cut, and alish and dash
Like to a censer in a barber's shop :—
Why, what, o' devil's name callcst thou this?


There is nothing more distressing to a philosopher than to witness the mis-direction of the labour and genius which are expended on female dress. If the same minds, wbichare so industrious in fixing the shape of a sleeve, or the dimensions of a cap, were applied to the prosecution of some useful end, it would give an impulse to society which has not been equalled since the invention of printing. To be convinced of this truth, we have only to reflect on the many better ways in which women might employ their time, and their talents, and on the unceasing assiduity with which they devote both to a matter of so little importance as the decoration of their persons. It would seem indeed that they are all as mad after some imaginary system of perfection in dress, as if they were seeking for the philosopher's stone, and that they are bent upon attaining it by metamorphosing themselves into as many forms as are passed through the crucible of a chemist.

The most melancholy circumstance which attends this pursuit of a perfection in dress, is that it has hitherto been altogether fruitless. Every combination of form and colour has been tried to give stability to a fashion, but without effect. Our females have imitated in turn the plumage of the canary, the parrot and the peacock. They have changed her as often as the chameleon, and have been smooth or covered with points, at pleasure, like the porcupine. They have accomplished the ambitious wish of the frog in the fable, and puffed themselves out to a size considerably beyond that of nature, and again they have shrunk into the smallest compass with the dexterity of a rat. They have been all things at all times —big at top and small at bottom, like a jar; big at bottom and small at top, like a pincr-pig; and big in the middle and small at both ends, like a nutmeg grater. In the same country they have successively personified all the articles of crockery, and in different parts of the world they have represented at the same time every shape of a bottle.

It would be difficult to say what were the fashions that prevailed among the ladies of the ancient times, but it is probable that they were sufficiently extravagant, as both the Greek and Latin authors describe a love of ornament as the ruling passion of the sex. Virgil thus shews great knowledge of the world, in making the chief solicitude of his heroine to be upon the comeliness of her appearance; and it may even be made a question whether the poet had not something of this sort in view when he said " A woman is always a changing thing." We may suppose from those proofs, and others which it would be too tedious to adduce, that the Roman ladies had such a thing as la bonne mode as well as the moderns, and that the changes from

• ■ Yai ium et mutabile semper

one fashion to another were as capricious in their days as they are in ours.

In England, as we learn from authentic records, the changes of female dress have succeeded one another with astonishing rapidity. It is distressing for us to think how often hoops have been abandoned and resumed since the days of our Maiden Queen; and how often, in the recollection of most of us, the waist has been moved from one part of the body to another. Our country women have, indeed, shown themselves as subject to the golden delusion as any others of their sex; for, notwithstanding that they have never yet happened upon the perfect fashion, they seem determined not to abandon the search for it. Considering this infatuation, it would be an inestimable benefit bestowed upon the worthy creatures who are its victims would some kind individual only prevail upon them to abandon their useless schemes and experiments, and would convince them that the perfect system of dress which they are so desirous of discovering, is no more than a pernicious fiction of the imagination. Our Board of Health, having consulted upon the best means of accomplishing this object, are of opinion that nothing would be more useful than a history of the fashions of female dress, in as far as they can be ascertained,from the earliest ages until the present time. As such a work, placed in the hands of our young and old ladies, would open their eyes to the vanity of the speculation which they have been so long fostering, we are naturally anxious to see it undertaken by a person well qualified for the task. An author who is in want of occupation, might find it to his account to take up this subject; and it is one which would afford a good deal of room for fine writing. He might make considerable use of the French terms of millinery in giving a polish and harmony to his sentences; and he might increase the importance of his work by dividing it into chronological sections. Thus, one book might be occupied with the growth of the hoop, from its introduction into Great Britain till its suffocation by the large sleeve; another might embrace the reign of the turban; and a third might be usefully devoted to the usurpation of the patch, from the period when it conquered the empire of nature, till when it was finally overthrown by two foreign Princes, Kalydor and Macassar. It is needless to remark that the subject is equally prolific in speculative disquisitions, and that the author might be entitled (like Mr. James Mill*) to style his work a philosophical history. Every one must perceive what a metaphysical chapter could be made on the precise place of the waist, or the natural sympathy between the fan and the reticule, or on the causes and consequences of the rise and fall of the petticoat. If these suggestions will engage any one to undertake writing the work which we recommend, our Board shall certainly patronize his labours; and, should any lady, as being more experienced in such matters, take the task upon herself, we engage to assist her either by inventing learned names for her authorities, or by doing any thing else of that kind which shall be in our power In the meantime, we shall present the reader with an extract from our London correspondent's letter, which we have just received by express, and which we faith

* Author of the History of British India.

fullv declare is not copied either from an American paper or from the Dumfries Courier :—

"I send you this by express, in order that you may have the earliest intelligence of an occurrence which has given rise to very unexpected consequences. As one of our mail coaches was crossing Waterloo Bridge this afternoon, a sudden gust of wind seized the bonnet of a female passenger, who was travelling outside. Owing to the lady's great size and weight, she was prevented from being blown off, and the consequence was, that the coach was overturned, and narrowly escaped being precipitated over the bridge. Mr. Croker, who was passing on his way to the House, witnessed the accident, and was so struck with the folly of women endangering their lives by the extravagance of fashion, that he went immediately, and, with great eloquence, detailed the affuir to the Parliament. The honourable gentleman concluded a speech of some length, by moving that all females throughout the kingdom should be enjoined to diminish the size of their sleeves to three feet in circumference, and their bonnets to three quarters of a yard in breadth. The motion was seconded by Sir Robert Peel, but met with a strong opposition from Mr. Hume, who stated that if this be made the statute measure, he is convinced that trade will suffer a loss of not less than several millions of yards, in silks, muslins, cambrics, gauzes, chintzes, bombazeens, &c, besides totally annihilating the whalebone, pasteboard, and iion-wire trades, three grand staples of this great commercial and enterprising country, and which formed the peroration of the learned gentleman's speech. As I close this, Lord John Russell is just rising to complain of the delay which this motion will occasion to the passing of the Reform Bill. I shall write tomorrow, to inform you what effect the important motion has produced upon the funds."


What recks it though that corpse shall lie
Within a living grave?
The bird that tears that prostrate form,
Hath only rouu'd the meaner worm.


Although the sentiment thus simply but eloquently poured forth by Byron, in his Bride of Abydos, be perhaps the sentiment of every philosophical mind in regard to its own corporeal coil, still there are very few who would cordially consent to see it applied to any that were once near and dear to them. In conformity with the dictates of pure reason, it may perhaps be deemed a prejudice to wish that our own last remains and those of the individuals with whom we have lived in amity and love should, when once consigned to the silent grave, be there permitted to sleep on undisturbed, and there to mingle with their kindred clay; but if it be a prejudice, it is one assuredly too generally entertained to be easily, if ever, completely eradicated. We know there are men who would as willingly give their bodies as a free-will offering to Science, us they are now devoting their minds to the well-being of society. We know there are men who, glorying in the hope of a blissful immortality, never waste a thought upon the dust and ashes to be left in a world of tears and anguish. We know there are men with minds fortified by the most valuable of all philosophy—religion, who trouble themselves but little about The Port of rest from trublous toyle, The worldes sweet inn from paine aud wearisome turmoyle; men who would submit to any thing to arrest that hellish system of w holesale murder that has lately disgraced our country, and who would overcome every personal prejudice to stop that hya?na employment of tearing at midnight the newly buried from their graves, and to abolish that brutal chaffering on the morrow about the value of the sacriligious theft! The fearful and disgusting traffic that has lately been brought to light, and which has absolutely inflicted a stain upon the British name, must instantly be looked to. The feelings of an indignant nation, no less than the calls of Science, loudly and imperatively demand it.

If, however, we are still cursed with body-snatchers in Britain, whose feelings are little above "the beasts that perish," there are

resurrectionists in Hindostan who exhibit almost as much cunning and courage as the associates of Burke and Bishop. Against the theftuous attacks of those churchyard robbers of the East, it is, in fact, difficult to provide. The grave that would there retain its tenant, must be deep, and the masonry strong; for the savage inhabitants of the jungle, ever prowling near, snuff the tainted gale, and speedily drag out the frail remnant of mortality, whose fastdecaying flesh forms their night meal, and whose craunched bones, scattered at random, are left to whiten in the sun! The following striking story, illustrative of this species of body-snatcbing, which occurred in the churchyard of Mattra, has been just given us by Miss Emma Robarts:—

"It happened that two young men, who had been fellow-students at the India Company's Military College in England, came out, also, to India in the same ship, and, from a similarity of taste and sentiment, contracted a friendship of no ordinary kind. Upon their arrival in Bengal they travelled as far as Cawnpore, a distance of several hundred miles from Calcutta, together; but, being appointed to serve in different regiments, they separated at that place, and proceeded to their respective destinations. Two years elapsed, and the relief of his corps brought H to Mattra, where his friend was stationed. The tents of the regiment were pitched at some distance from the cantonments, but, as i

as his canvass abode was put in order, H dispatched

promt, with a note to his old companion. The messenger was absent for a considerable period, and, as the day drew towards its close, the young officer, with all the restlessness of his age, took up his gun, and strolled towards the churchyard, where he was told he should find excellent sport. A melancholy feeling stole over his mind as he entered the sequestered spot; the sun was fast descending, and the umbrageous foliage of the trees involved a great portion of the path before him in darkness: numbers of immense vultures were perched upon the overhanging boughs and surrounding tombstones, their eyes gleaming with that peculiar expression which denotes the close vicinity of some assured repast. The yells of the jackalls, though at so early an hour, were already borne upon the breeze, and, advancing a few steps farther, he surprised three large wolves employed in tearing away the earth from a new-made grave. A shot from a double-barrelled gun stretched one of the brutes upon the ground; at the second discharge another

fell; and the third escaping over the wall, II rushed forward

in pursuit, but was arrested by the sight which met his eyes. The grave had been completely excavated—the boards of the coffin rent asunder—and, dragged from its cold bed to upper earth, the uncovered corse, a ghastly spectacle, lay upon the path before him.

Shuddering with horror, H stooped to replace the tattered

remnants of the shroud, and, with a cry of surprise and grief, recognized the pallid and fast-decaying features of his friend. At that instant the chuprasse, whom he had sent to the cantonments, came in search of him, with a letter from the adjutant of the regiment, informing him that the officer to whom his note had been addressed had died after a brief illness, and had been buried on

that morning. H dispatched his servant a second time, to

request that proper persons might be sent to re-inter the corpse, and a guard appointed to secure the grave from further molestation; he then took his melancholy station by the side of the body of his friend, scaring the wild animals with his gun as they approached the spot where it reposed. A party of Sepoys, summoned by his message, found him upon his dismal watch; and, assisting at the second consignment of the moulderiug remains to its parent earth, as the sad office was performed by torch-light, amid the screams of the disappointed vultures, and the howling of gathering wolves, he quitted the dreary soeuc, when assured that a sentinel would be posted at the grave, until it should be effectually closed against the attacks of beasts of prey."


THEATRE-ROYAL. Mrs. Cowley's Comedy of "The Belle's Stratagem" was performed at this house on Saturday evening, for the first time these some years. It ranks as a production of the third or fourth rate class. With Goldsmith's Stoops to Conquer, Sheridan's School for Scandal, and Mrs. Ceutlivre's Wonder, and many others, we could name, the Belle's Stratagem cannot bear a comparison. Letitia Hardy, and Doricourt, are the only children of two rich old parents. The old people are great friends, and they resolve that when Letitia and Doricourt are of proper age they should become man and wife. With this view, they stipulate that, should Letitia refuse Doricourt, she will forfeit to him all her father's property, and that if Doricourt should refuse Letitia, he, in like manner, should make a similar forfeit to her. The young folks are separated, and do not see each other for a long time. Doricourt, on his father's death, returns from the Continent in all the vigour of youthful manhood—the pink of fashion, and the mould X)f form—admired by the women, and envied by the men. Letitia falls desperately in love with him, but in place, as she expected, of his manifesting any thing like a similar passion for her, his deportment is quite otherwise; he sees all her charms, and all her graces, unmoved. This, to Letitia, is not very pleasant, and as she cannot marry one in whose affections she has noplace— who is loved, but does not love in return, she determines, if there be spirit or invention in woman, to gain exclusive possession of Doricourt's heart. She takes rather an odd manner of going about this. Her first stratagem is to heighten his indifference into like, and her reason is, that it is much easier to convert a sentiment into its opposite, than to transform indifference into tender passion. Accordingly, at her next interview with Doricourt, she perfectly succeeds. From her behaviour, his indifference is transformed into the most confirmed aversion, and, while he feels so, the disagreeable truth is ever uppermost in his mind, that by his father's settlement, he must either marry Letitia, or forfeit a large property, and be literally beggared. While brooding over his unhappy situation, he goes to a masquerade, and be there fulls in love with a lady in mask, who dances divinely, whose shape is graceful, and whose air is bewitching. He declares his passion, with all ardour and enthusiasm, but, on enquiry at Mr. Flutter, the very prince of gossips, he learns, to his utter mortification, that her character is doubtful, and he abandons all notions of farther intimacy. In the hope of inducing old Mr. Hardy, to cancel the absurd agreement as to the forfeiture of his property unless he marries Letitia, Doricourt feigns madness, but this scheme is discovered and exposed. Old Hardy too feigns in his turn; he pretends to be very ill, on the verge of death, and Doricourt goes to see his old friend in his dying moments. From the taunts of his relations and the anguish of his feelings, he declares his readiness to do any thing asked of him. At this moment the lady in the mask appears; she reminds Doricourt of his professions. He taunts her with being another's. She denies the charge, takes off her mask, and then she is discovered to be Letitia herself. Doricourt is delighted. They are married, and every thing ends happily.

There is an under plot, shewing, as it were in miniature, the follies and the wickedness of fashionable life. Lady Touchwood is simple and affectionate, and the wife of a fond husband, who is anxious to lead a life of repose. Lady Touchwood, however, is beset to become a votary of fashion, and to the displeasure of her husband, she allows herself to be partly overcome. CourtaU, a selfish and unprincipled rake, is defeated aud exposed in an improper attempt he makes on her ladyship, and, disgusted with the follies of the fashionable world, she resumes her former virtuous and peaceful habits.

We cannot say so much for the manner this comedy was performed as we could have wished. Miss Jarman, of the Edinburgh company, and who is now no stranger in this quarter, played Letitia with great spirit and ability, and we dare say to the great pleasure of every one who saw her. Mr. Phelps, who seems a judicious actor and a gentlemanly man, played Doricourt very respectably. Miss Richardson, who does something in tragedy sensibly, wanted vivacity and sprightliness as Mrs. Racket. The Lady Touchwood, however, of Miss Mason, was a chaste performance, worthy of all praise. We think this lady much improved.

In the farce of Turn Out, Miss Jarman played Marion Ramsay, but her performance will never do with those who remember Mrs. Davidson in the same part. It was, however, very clever and amusing, as every thing is which Miss Jarman takes in hand. Mr. Alexander, as Gregory, took great pains to make curious faces; he was applauded highly by the galleries. P.



The following jeu d'esprit upon the intended demolition of the Jamaica Street Bridge we insert with the best feelings towards the individuals named in it. The bridge was built by Mr. John Adams. The foundation stone having been laid by George Mardoch, Esq. the Lord Provost, us Acting Provincial Grand Master Mason, on the 29th September, 1767.

Jamaica Street Bridge.

This is the Bridge which Jack built.

The Foundation Stone.

This is the Stone
Blessed with wine, oil and corn,
which bears up the Bridge that Jack built.

George Murdoch, Esq.

This is the Pro.—who with Masons did go,
To lay the huge Stone,
Blessed with wine, oil and corn,
Which bears up the Bridge that Jack built.

The Bridge Trustees.

These are the Brood—who would pull down the coon
Which the worthy old Pro. who with Masons did go,
To lay the huge Stone,
Blessed with wine, oil and corn,
Which bears up the Bridge that Jack built.

The Civic Jobbers.

This is the Divan who, careless of scorn,
Incessantly labour from evening till morn,
To woo from the east the trade of the people.
Nay, pray that St. George's may be the Cross Steeple,
That stir up the Brood that would pull down the Good
Which the worthy old Pro. who with Masons did go,
To lay the huge Stone,
Blessed with wine, oil aud corn,
which bears up the Bridge that Jack built.

Mr. David Bell.

This is the Man, all courageous and brave,
Who boldly steps forward the city to save,
Who armed with a knowledge of Florence and France,
Now makes both the Baillies and Lairdies to prance;
Who would give to the Gorbals, with less toll or taxation,
A far better mode of Bridge Annexation,
Who beards the Divan, who, careless of scorn,
Incessantly labour from evening till morn,
To woo from the East the trade and the people.
Nay, pray that St. George's may be the Cross Steeple,
That stir up the Brood that would pull down the aoon
Which the worthy old Pro. who with Masons did go,
To lay the huge Stone,
Blessed with wine, oil and corn,
which bears up the Bridge that Jack built.

The Citizens of Glasgow and Gorbals.

These are the thousands who, full of affright,
Are dreaming of Clyde Spates from morning till night,
Who are plagued with the ghost of the year ninety-Jive,
Which just ere it vanished with a swoop did deprive,
The hopes which the Feuars, and others beside,
Had of reaching with comfort the banks of the Clyde;
Who now worship the Man, all courageous and brave,
Who boldly steps forward the city to save,
Who armed with a knowledge of Florence and France,
Now makes both the Baillies and Lairdies to prance;
Who would give to the Gorbals, with less debt or taxation,
A far better mode of Bridge Annexation;
Who beards the Divan, who, careless of scorn,
Incessantly labour from evening till morn,
To woo from the East the trade and the people.
Nay, pray that St. George's may be the Cross Steeple;
That stir up the Brood that would pull down the Good
Which the worthy old Pro, who with Masons did go
To lay the huge Stone,
Blessed with wine, oil and corn,
That bears up the Bridge that J Ace built!


To-morrow we shall present our Readers with a paper on the case of Stirrat, now under sentence of Death for the murder of his Aunt.

The Stanzas of X. Y. Z. do not come up to our standard. On Friday or Saturday we shall offer the lovers of real Poetry a treat —an original Poem by one of the very few Poets of the age.

In order to insure this Publication being on the Breakfast Table, every morning, it is requested that intending Subscribers will leave their names and addresses at the Publisher's.


It is now become a common and every day question among all 11 classes, whether they be Reformers, or Anti-Reformers, but really who, in Glasgow, provided the Ministerial Bill should pass, could we take for our representatives?" The question, although incessantly put, is never satisfactorily answered. The fact is, there are a great lack of real business politicians among us, and business politicians are what Glasgow wants and must have. We have abundance of political quacks and chattering charlatans, but we have, really, very few plain independent common sense mercantile men who would afford the time and submit to the drudgery which the multifarious interests of this great commercial mart will necessarily demand. One thing, however, is pretty plain, that the ten pounders have more MUM and Scotch prndence about them than to support any political adventurer, who can merely string a few bombast sentences in the open air, and have no other object in view except to aggrandise themselves and minister to their own personal vanity. Bah! If we are to have a Whig let us have one of the old school; none of your modern renegados—a real fire-baptised, not a productive bread and butter, baptised politician!

There is a strange report going among the county circles, that it has been proposed to donuts out the Deputy Lieutenants of Lanarkshire in scarlet coats and double epaulets. Good lu-avens! when will men learn to despise the aping of monkeys. Think how ridiculous it would be to meet certain of those gentlemen equipped a la Ambrose Grimshaw. We would suggest, if such is to be the costume, that a truncheon, like that of Marshal Graham, should be carried by each Deputy, to ward off the old women and children!

The appalling disproportion that exists in this city between the marriageable men and women, as detailed in our learned Statist's valuable list, has excited considerable uneasiness among all our spinsters who are out of their teens. It is already observable, that those who have got no very sti iking attractions, are casting more endearing looks at the burly bachelors who have been In the habit of dining with their fathers, while those who are absolutely plain have lost all hope save that which arises from insisting upon the privilege which this year allows them on the ,ti of February!

From our London Correspondent.

In my former letter, I gave you an account of the exertions making at the Patent Theatres for the entertainment of their Christmas visitors. In this I mean to confine myself to what is preparing at the Minor ones, whose late success has already I il to legal sparring. The Patent Theatres, you must know, have resolved to prosecute: and the Minor proprietors have clubbed to defend. I suspect this is not the age however to obtain monoplieo. If the owners of Drury and Covent Garden have erected houses fit for nothing but Spectacle, is it reasonable that they shall say to the public 11 you shall not go where you can hear as well as see, but you shall only go where hearing is painful?" Is it reasonable that the Patentees should succeed in preventing the Minor Theatres from performing any thing but Spectacle when, by the size of their own houses, they disabled themselves from giving any thing else? Think of that Master Brooke. The Olympic will entertain their visitors with a new burlesque Burlitta, called Olympic Devils, or Orpheus and Eurydice in which Madame Vestris personates Orpheus. The Cobourc produces a new Pantomime, called Harlequin and the Witch of Edmonton, or Noliody and his Wife. The music by Mr. T. Hughes, and new scenery of an unusually magnificent character, representing the Falls of Niagara, painted by Mr. Phillip Phillips, from sketches taken on the spot. The Surrey Theatre is to re open under the proprietorship and management of Mr. Osbaldistort, with a Harlequinade, called Old King Cole, or Harlequin and Fiddlers Three, with a variety of new scenery by Mr. Marshall. The Aoelviii pioduces a Pantomime, called Harlequin and Little Bo Peep, or the Old Woman that lived in a Shoe. The Queen's Theatre announces a Pantomime of a very attractive title, The World Turned Upside Down; or, Harlequin Reformer, which, it is understood, will contain a representation of sayings and doings in St. Stephen's Chapel. The Pavilion.-The King of the Choral Island, or the Witch of the Volcano, makes its first appearance, with new scenery and decorations. Its success is said to be certain. Sadler's Wells, the Garrick, and the other Minors, are all on the alert not to be surpassed by their rival candidates for the honours conferred by the holiday folk on the successful caterers for their amusement, and if Lord Chesterfield's rule— "Endeavour to please and you will please," be good for any thing, they may all hope for a fair share of holiday liberality and applause.

You see the Theatrical bouquet is everywhere prepared, and a merry time we shall have of it. Let me wish you and your coadjutors a happy new year, and if the " Day" be as sunny as such bright spirits should make it, the public will, doubtless, wish it as I do, all the compliments of the season.


At Venice, Mademoiselle Meyer, the famous female performer on the flute, has been playing with triumphant success. This lady, it is said, exceeds any thing that could be expected from one of the fair sex. Her execution throughout the whole compass of the instrument is rapid, tasteful and correct, and her higher notes particularly clear and brilliant.

Nothing new has been brought out for some time, in any of the Italian theatres. For the most part, the stock pieces of Rossini have been employed to keep them open. Several new IAbretti however have been confided to Bellini, Mercadante, Donizetti and Pacini, to be ready for the approaching carnival.


The long expected work of Messrs. Champollion & Rosellina, who were commissioned by the French and Tuscan Gevernments to explore the remains of ancient art in Egypt and Nubia, is now nearly ready, and will commence being published this month in Paris. The plan and order of publication will be as follows:—It is proposed to exhibit a regular view of the ancient state of Egyptian civilization, re-established on the irresistible testimony of the original and contemporary monuments of the events recorded. The work will consist of three principal sections—1st, 400 plates, of which at least 100 will be coloured; N, 10 volumes of Text, illustrated and adorned with occasional plates. The first section will relate to the Civil State of Egypt. The second will contain the Historical Monuments relative to the reigns of the Pharaohs, and the Greek dynasties of the Legides, from the reign of Caramon, son of Julius Caesar and Cleopatra. The third section is intended to embrace the monuments of the Religion and Public Worship of ancient Egypt. The plates are of large Atlas size. The text is octavo. A French and an Italian edition are both to be published. The plates are to be divided into 40 livraisons, one of which is to appear every month. The text is to be published in volumes or half volumes as its illustration of the plates may require. It may be confidently affirmed that a more important work in this branch of research has not appeared for many years.

Leo Von Klehze, one of the most celebrated architects of Germany, has lately commenced a work illustrative of the principal edifices designed and executed by himself. Six Folio Plates, illustrative of the Glyptothek at Munich, form its first number.


MORNING AND CARRIAGE DRESS. A dress of pearl-coloured Gros de Naples, high corsage, with a pelerine collar, which falls over the shoulders in points. Gjgot sleeve. The mantle is of azure blue reps African, lined and trimmed with martin fur. The collar is square and very deep; it falls over, and is lined with fur. The pelerine, very deep, and of quite a new form, is edged with a very narrow fur rouleau, and a broad band of fur goes down the front on each side. Black velvet bonnet, a low crown, and small round brim, decorated On the inside with light knots of gas ardoisc gauze ribbon. Knots of a larger size decorate the crown.

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