* * * * * "Infra sepultum est Id omne quod sepeliri potest, Mulieris quondam pulcherrimæ. Ingenium suum summo studio coluit, Aliorum pari adjuvit. Benefacta sua celare novit, ingenium non ita. Erga omnes erat largâ bonitate, Peregrinis eleganter hospitalis. Venit Lutetiam Parisiorum Aprili mense, Quarto Junii die supremum suum obiit." "WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR." * * * * * _Her_ last resting-place will not be neglected. The eye of faithful affection watches over it as vigilantly as though the dust that sleeps within were conscious of his care. But lately a sentiment of exquisite tenderness suggested the addition of its most touching and appropriate embellishment. A gentleman in the County Tipperary[5] had been commissioned to send over to Chambourcy a root of ivy from Lady Blessington's birthplace to plant near her grave. He succeeded in obtaining an off-shoot from the parent stem that grows over the house in which she was born. It has been transplanted to the foot of the railing that surrounds her monument--it has taken root and spread--and thus the same ivy that sheltered her cradle will overshadow her tomb! [Footnote 4: The Egyptian Mahommedans believe that for some time after death the body is conscious of its actual state, and of what is passing immediately around it. In this persuasion, mothers will remain days and nights near the graves of their recently buried children, _in order that they may not feel terrified at being left alone._] [Footnote 5: R. Bernal Osborne, Esq., M.P.] * * * * * A British Meteorological Society is projected, with Mr. Whitbread as President. Its objects will be the observation and collection of all meteorological phenomena, and the encouragement of the science in every branch. This sort of subdivision of literary and philosophical pursuits is very injurious, for it tends to starve a number instead of supporting one with sufficient resources. * * * * *