Leigh Hunt.
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This beautiful poet and cssayist whose writings continually overflow with good humor was once the inmate of prison. His books show him to be one of the easy, good-natured race, and we may judge from them that out of priscn-life he would extract happfhess.

 II was while Inc was connected with the London Examiner, that he unfortunately wrote some stric- lures on the Prince regent, for which he was sen fenced 10 two years imprisonment. How charm ingly in the following extract does he describe his prisen life. He says

 'I prepared the walls with trtlis of roses; l had the ceiling coorcd with clouds and sky; the barred windows were screened with Ventian blinds; and when my bookcases were set up, with their bus,s and flowers, and piano forte made it's appearance perhaps there was not u handsomer room on that side of tilc water. Charles Lamb declared there was no other such room except in fairy tale''

 Byron, Moore and other friends visited him, and altogether he enjoyed himself far better than many out of prison. We are confident that the quiet but quaint hnmor, and the calm philosophy so couspicu- ous in the writings of Hunt the imprint of him. self He is perfect opposite to the score of Tribu- lation Trerids who make up sour faces at every thing God sets before them.--The Noapdreil.