Literary Notices.
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LIFE OF LORD CHANCELLOR ELDoN-By Horace
Twiss, Esq.-Carey ~ Hart Philadelphia
biography Of the great John Scott has fallen into
able hands-those of Horace Twiss. The present
edition is in two large Syo. volumes, handsomely
got up, and contains vast amount OF Information
Of men and things during the reigns Of the two last
Georges Of England.


The GREAT METROPOLIS OR New YORK IN lS45 =
This highly popular little work, the praises OF which
are in every body's mouth the publication Itself
soon will be in every body's pocket, continues TO
sell with unabated rapidlty. 1t can now be pro-
cured in poe. 't-book torm-also, in elegant bind
ings for presents. We cannot too strongly COM
mend to the attention OF friends TO all indeed
who have any connection with our city. BOOK
sellers and periodical agents IN town and country,
in this State and other States, should OBJ
tain copies previous to the approaching holidays,
when we are sure it will be in greater demand even
than il now is among the bellies and beaux The
work is sold at an exceedingly low price, but there
is no humbug about it. Examine tor yourselves
and see.


Lindsey IL BIakston Philadelphia; Burgess ~
Srlnger: New York -One OF the most splendid
wsrks that we have met with for some time, con-
tanning some choice pieces from the pens ot the
most gifted poets Of the present age. The volume
forms a superb addition TO drawing-rooR table.
The following beautiful piece, from the pen OF
Thomas Haynes Bayly, is specimen OF the artl-
cles with which this volume abounds-
Grief wns Sent Thee for Thy Good.


Some there are who seem exempted


From the doom lncurr'd by oil


Are they not more sorcly tempted


Are they not the first to fall


As mothers firm denial


Checks her infants wayward mood,


Wisdom lu ks in evry trial


Grief was sent thee FOR thy good. a


In the scenes Of former pleasures


Present anguish hast thou felt


Der thy fond hearts dearest treasure


As q mourner hast thou knelti


In the hour OF deep anction,


Let no impious thought ntrude,


Meekly bow with this conviction


Grief was sent thee for thy good.
A chaste piece by Barry Cornwall, will doubt
less be read with pleasure:-


A Prayer In sickness.
Send down thy winged angel, God!
Amid this night SO wild
And bid him como where now we watch,
And breathe upon our child!
She lies upon her pillow, pale,
And means within her Sleep
Or wakeneth with patient smile,
And striveth NOT to weep.
How gentle and how good child
She is, we know too WELL
And dearer to her parents hearts,
Than weak words can tell.
We love--we watch throughout the night,
To aid, when need may be;
We hope and have spaird, at times;
But we turn to Thee!
Send down thy sweet soulu angel, God.
Amid the darkness wild,
And bid him soothe souls tonight,
And heal our gentle child