Literature.

of the Liverpool Society of Fine Arts . They represent scenes in the Belgian , Flanders , and Ardennes . AA ' e are informed that the sales continue highly satisfactory . M . Jacques Coste , one of the oldest journalists in Paris , and a- Chevalier of the Legion of Honour , has just died at tho age of sixty-two . M Coste was the founder and director of Le Temps , a paper of considerable influence under the reign of Louis Philippe , to which Loon Faucher ,

Men-nail ; Pages ( de lVVri'ioge ) ,-Ch . Nodi or , and other wollknown names , were contributors . He was one of the forty protestors ivhose life was to be sacrificed if Charles Iv . had succeeded in enforcing the July ordinances . AVhen Casiinir Perrier was minister , the Hotel Bonaparte , which was then occupied by M . Coste , became a point of attraction for the chief politicians , journalists , and litterateurs ol the dav .

Portry.

Portry .

SELECTIONS FROM POETRY OF THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY . THE INQUIRY . BY THOMAS CAKEW . AMONGST the myrtlesas I walk'd

, , Love and my sig hs thus intertalked : " Tell me , " said I , in deep distress , AA'here may I find my shepherdess 1 " " Thou fool , " said Love , " know ' st thou not this—In everything that's good she is ? In yonder tulip go ancl seek ; There may ' st thou find her lip , her cheek ;

" In yon enamelled pansio by There thou shalt have her curious eye ; In bloom of peach , in rosr ' e bud , There wave the streamers of hev blood ; " In brightest lily there that stands , The emblem of her whiter hands ; In yonder rising hill there smell

Such sweets as in her bosom dwell . " ' ' 'Tis true , " said I -, and thereupon I went to pluck them , one by one , To make of parts a union ; But on a sudden all was gone . AA'ith that I stopt . Said Love : ' ' These be , Fond man , resemblances of thee ,

And , as these flowers , thy joy shall die , Even in the twinkling of an eye ; And . all thy hopes of her shall wither , Like these short sweets , thus knit together .

A Nymph's Passion.

A NYMPH'S PASSION .

BY BEN JONSON . I l . oyij , and he loves me again ; AJet dare I not tell who , For , if the nymphs should know my swain , I fear they'd love him too . Yet if it be not known , The pleasure is as good as none' '

, For that ' s a narrow joy is but our own . I'll tell that , if they be not glad , They yet may envy mc ; But then , if I grow jealous mad , Ancl of them pitied be , It were a plague 'bove scorn , And yet it cannot bo forborne ,

Unless my heart would as my thought bo torn . Ho is ( if they can find him ) fair , And fresh ancl fragrant too , As summer s sky or purged air , And looks as lilies do That are this morning blown . Yet , yet , I doubt he is not known ,

And fear , much more , that more of him be shown . But ho hath eyes so round , so bright , As make away my doubt , AVhere Love may all his torches light , Though fate had put them out . But , then , to increase my fears , AVhat nymph soe ' er his voice but hears AYill be my rival , though she have but cars . ' 1 .

A Nymph's Passion.

I'll tell no more , and yet I love , And he loves mo ; yet no One unbecoming thought doth move From either heart , I know , But so exempt from blame As it would bo to each a fame , If Love or Fear would let me tell his name .

The Passing Bell.

THE PASSING BELL .

( CIKOA 1603 . ) . COME , honest Sexton , take thy spade , And let my grave be quickly made ; Thou still art ready for the dead , Like a kind host to niako my bed . I now am come to be thy guest ; Let me iu some dark lodging rest , For I am wearyfull of pain

, , And of my pilgrimage complain . On Heaven ' s decree I waiting lie , Ancl all my wishes are to die . Hark ; I hear my passing bell ! Farewell , iny loving friends , farewell ! Make iny cold bed , good sexton , deep , That my poor bones may safely sleep

X Until that sad and joyful day \ AVhen from above a voice shall say—\ " AA ' ake , all yo dead , lift up your eyes ; \ The great Creator bids you rise . " \ Then do I hope , among the just , 'fo shake off this polluted dust . And , with new robes of glory dreit , To have access among the blest . Hirk ; I hear my passing bell ! Farewell , my loving friends , farewell !

In Praise Of Ale.

IN PRAISE OF ALE .

AVilKN the chill north caster blows , Ancl winter tells a heavy tale , And ' pies , and claws , and rooks , and crows , Do sit- and curse the frost ancl snows , Then give me ale . Ale in a Saxon rumkin then , Such as will make grim malkin prate ,

Bids valour bargain in tall men , Quickens tho poet's wits and pen , Despises fate . Ale that the absent battle fights , And forms tho march of Swedish drums ; Disputes the prince's laws and rights ; What ' s past and clone tells mortal wights ,

And what ' s to come . Ale that the ploughman ' s heart up keeps , And equals it to tyrant ' s thrones , And wipes the eye that ever weeps , And lulls in sweet and dainty sleeps Their very bones . Grandchild of Ceres , Bacchus ' s daughter ,

AViue ' s emulous neig hbour , even if stale . Ennobling all the nymphs or' water , And filling each man ' s heart with laughter—Oh , give me ale !

'TOILET AT THE FALLS . —In a few minutes , first one crept out , and then another , into the waiting room , feeling rather queer , and wondering if all tho party wore attired in the name extraordinary manner , and were evidently consoled when they saw others in the same plight :.- ' . n

, comp each person a tarpaulin cap like a coal heaver ' s , with a largo flap to keep the water from running down the back of the nock . One of the ladies looked most disconsolate at this last article ol attire ; but after holding it in her hand a few minutes , a smile appeared on her countenance , and she took out her pocket handkerchief , and deliberately put ifc over her head before crowning it with the hat . This arrangement was considered a great improvement , and was universally adopted . AVhen wo were all readJohn Bull ' s dislike to bo laughed at came into full play ; no one

y , would move , for we had to walk some little distance , and then cross the road . At last we persuaded one of the party to poop out and see if tho coast was clear . AA ' e could nee the ncgi-: > guide through tho door , grinning and showing his white teeth ; wo then heard him say , pointing at ns ou the sly , " Looked clar ! dis chile b'lieve tha white folks am " . ' raid . " This would never do , so off we started , and to our great deli ght , ive reached the point without being seen , —American Phnlngraphs .