PORTRAIT OF LORD BYRON'S Gulnare, froM AN ORIGINAL DRAWING BY FANNY TO CORRESPONDENTS. SEVERAL papers are under consideration, and two or three of our Correspondents will observe the insertion of their papers, which is the best answer we can give them. Mr. T. was too late, and Mr. S. is too fast: the former will find he has been anticipated, the latter must be patient. 66 We have received a very beautiful ballad, called " When crown'd with Summer Roses," by Blewitt, which, from the title-page, we observe obtained a prize at "The Melodists' Society." No, no, I'll not have you," by the same Composer; and Barnett's ballads, "Little Bird take care;” “ Why did I love?" and "Buy Oranges," with other music, the whole of which shall be noticed in our next. Mr. Costello is referred to our last number; he will find all he wants, and more, perhaps, than he wants. Who is "A friend to the Party ?" We can tell him that the young woman was employed out of respect to her friends, for her talent was only on a par with a thousand of her sex; and she was paid more in one year than she had received from every body else put together in seven; and more than she will receive from every body else the next seven. In fact, like her parents, she has found her level. Our horse-dealing friend is referred for proofs to Tattersall's, and to Morton, who kept the hunting-stables opposite the Barrack gate. We were remonstrating with an individual who was, as we thought, harder than usual in paying us for certain services, when he said, " Friend, curtail thy expenses -money is getting dearer." Just so may we address our friend Mr. J. whose contribution was too late for this month. "OUR AMBITION IS TO RAISE THE FEMALE MIND OF ENGLAND TO ITS TRUE LEVEL." "She never complain'd but she loved to the last, Often told that her thoughts had gone back to the past, IN a remote and little frequented part of England is a village, so retired as scarcely to be recognised by any name, and rarely met by any eye, but of its own inhabitants and of the chance traveller, who, rambling carelessly and seeking amusement, rather than despatch in his wanderings, may haply light on this little gem of nature's loveliness. A small lake, from whose pebbled and flowery margin rise banks veiled with the luxuriance of spontaneous and varied vegetation, bears on the bosom of its pellucid waters the clear reflex of sky and verdure and every neighbouring object. The summits of the banks are VOL. I. crowned with those small whitewashed cottages, where the English neatness and pleasant gaiety of the exterior assures one of the cheerful fireside and happy hearts within. In lowly life, at least the habitation assimilates to its inmates, and where peace resides not inwardly the outward aspect is squalid and forbidding. The weeping and ill-treated wife ceases to decorate the home, where decoration only mocks her bitter feelings, and where neglect and disregard form the heavy guerdon of her pains: the discontented husband flies to drown his care in destructive excesses, and heeds not the appearance of a habitation he sickens E |