sists simply in There they go, and Here they come; and the former, as to its wit, is principally composed of I know you !-Do you know me ?-Ha! ba! ha! The masquerade given at the king's theatre on the 13th Feb. was of course not wanting in this distinguishing quality of British liveliness and gaite de cœur. John Bull, more renowned however for putting good things into his mouth than for letring them out, at a short notice, made up for his inertness in the last by his keen activity in the first, when, at the usual hour, a plenteous supper afforded a fair field for the exercise of his peculiar talent, and the gratification of his peculiar taste. [Mirror.]

THEATRICAL CHIT-CHAT.

MR. COOPER has been performing his prin cipal characters at Norfolk,

The season at New-York is about closing. Mr. Twaits has for some time been so afHicted with asthmatick complaints, as to be unable to rest on a bed. Master Barret has appeared twice in the character of Young Norval.

The Providence theatre, under the management of Mr. Harper, will be opened in a short time.

The Boston company have not found their excursion to Portsmouth very profitable. Mr. Rannie, the ventriloquist, of slightof-hand memory, is manager of the American Theatre at New-Orleans!

LITERARY NOTICES.

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Original Poems, by Thomas G. Fessenden. He must be " a very grave man," who would not laugh sans intermission an hour by the dial," at Mr. Fessenden's Jonathans and Tabithas, his Pepper-pots and Squibs, his Rustick Revels and Delicate Ditties. Nor will the more serious reader be disappointed in perusing this volume: It contains some pieces, which show that the author is willing sometimes to gratify the man of sober reflection as well as the lovers of fun.-For sale by W. Andrews, No. 1 Cornhill.

Aikin's Letters.-It was our intention to have given this month a review of Aikin's Letters, with some extracts from the work on the characters and writings of the English poets. On looking it over in order to mark some passages for transcription, we find that an analysis of the work cannot be given without transcribing more than the limits of the Polyanthos will admit. We therefore dismiss the subject, after recommending it once more to our youthful friends, as a work, the attentive perusal of which cannot fail to afford a dollar's worth of amusement and instruction. For sale at the Boston Bookstores, and by Thomas & Whipple, Newburyport.

The Lay of the Last Minstrel, a Poem, by Walter Scott, Esq.; another dollar's worth of amusement, may be had at the Bookstore of John West, No 75 Cornhill. "This poem is intended to illustrate the customs and manners which anciently prevailed on the borders of England and Scotland. The story is put into the mouth of an ancient Minstrel supposed to be the last of the race. The date of the tale itself is about the middle of the fifteenth century, when most of the personages actually flourished."

The Sabbath, a Poem, by James Grahame, has been lately published, and is for sale by O. C. Greenleaf, Court-Street.

We learn with pleasure that the dramatick works of Mr. Dunlap are nearly ready for delivery. In a cause so interesting to American literature and to the American stage, it is to be hoped patronage will not slumber. If foreign plays are printed, sold, and reprinted in America, where is patriotism, that the exertions of na: tive genius are discountenanced and discouraged? Where sleeps the publick spirit, which gives the literature of its country to lumber the shelves of the bookseller? And why is native genius allowed to waste itself in obscurity, when editions of foreign publications are multiplied in our cities? From the situation of Mr. Dunlap,' says the elegant editor of the Port Folio, as a man of letters, a man of n fortunes, and one of the earliest votaries of the dramatick muse in America, his wo s not only solicit, but deserve, the regard of all, who value themselves upon their zeal for the productions of domestic literature.' [Thespian Mirror.]

EDITOR'S NOTES.

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WE must decline the favours of Solon, as we have seen the same essays, in a much better form, in a work edited by Dr. Mavor.

PSYCHE, the lass of Briar Hill, we hope will not neglect us another month.

COLLINA is requested to continue her contributions to our miscellany.

We have not complied with the request of Thomas Townly-we have neither published his verses, nor committed them to the flames; but keep them for a present to My Lord Dexter, to be inserted in the next edition of his "Pickle for the knowing ones."