A MISTAKE.--The following paragraph we are sorry to see ascribed to the lady editor of the "Book":-- "Mrs. Hale says there is more talent and general information displayed by the press of the United States, taken collectively, than can be found in Congress and all the Legislatures taken collectively." Mrs. Hale never presumed thus to criticize or compare the merits of editors and statesmen. The opinion belongs to Mr. Godey--he can answer for himself. * * * * * TO CORRESPONDENTS.--The following articles are accepted: "Mrs. Clark's Experience as a Servant," "The Schottisch Partner," "Stanzas," "Autumn Dying," "The Thrice Wedded," "Memory's Retrospect," "The Mother's Lesson," "My blighted Rose-buds," "Come unto me," "To Miss Laura," "Lines," "Two Mothers," "I Pray for the Loved at Home," "The Smiling Boy," "A loving Heart," "Legend of Long Pond, or Lake of the Golden Cross," "Deacon Downright." The following articles are declined: "Valuable Copyrights," "The Grave;" "The Sabbath of the Soul." (Poetical in idea, and evinces genius as well as taste; but unequal, and the closing lines poor. The writer may feel sure of success if energy does not fail.) "Turkish Battle Song," and the translation of the "Forty-seventh Ode of Anacreon," are both declined. Neither war nor wine is a fitting theme for our "Book," nor do we need poetry of any kind. "To Belle Irene." The following, the first and best stanza, is all we have room for. (There is power in the writer, and he does not lack imagination, but he dashes off his lines in such hot haste, that he often leaves metre and measure far behind. A little more care in the versification would be a great improvement.) "I may not love thee, yet within my heart, When night and darkness set my spirit free, And I am musing from the world apart, Soft low requiems murmur words of thee; And upward gushing from joy's smouldered fire, Shadowlessly, in fresh and tameless glee, A wind-wail sweeps through Hope's halcyon lyre, Like zephyr's music o'er summer's golden sea." "Lines about Tecumseh," "To Mary," "I Would;" "Tears." We give below an extract, the poem being too extended for its one idea; the writer is capable of better things:-- "Tears my bleeding heart hath known, Tears of sorrow sadly shed, Tears I've mingled with thine own, Tears while weeping for the dead. Tears so brightly let them flow Tears from eyes too freely given, Tears that none but angels know, Tears from kind hearts wildly riven." "Mrs. Penelope Pennington's Disappointments." (The article is well written, the subject commonplace.) "A Leaf from the Life of an Old Maid" was declined; the _acceptance_ noted in September was by mistake; the "Book" is sent, nevertheless, as the author will undoubtedly succeed, and we can wait. Many articles on hand are not yet examined. Literary Notices. * * * * *