"Sea-captings should not be eternly spowting, and invoking gods, hevn, starz, and angels, and other silestial influences. We can all do it, bar'net: no-think in life is easier. I can compare my livery buttons to the stars, or the clouds of my backr pipe to the dark vollums that ishew from Mount Hetna; or I can say that angles are looking down from them, and the tobacco-silf, like a happy soil released, is circling round and upwards, and shaking sweetness down. All this is as easy as to drink; but it's not potry, bar'net, nor natral. Pipple, when their mothers reckonise them, don't howl about the suckumambient air, and paws to think of the happy leaves a-rustling--leastways, one mistrusts them if they do...Look at the neat grammaticle twist of Lady Arundel's spitch too, who in the cors of three lines has made her son a prince, a lion with a sword and coronal, and a star. Wy gauble, and sheak up metafers in this way, bar'net? One simile is quite enuff in the best of sentences; and I preshume I need not tell you that it's as well to have it _like_ while you are about it. Take my advice, honrabble sir: listen to an umble footman: it's genrally best in potry to understand perffickly what you mean yourself, and to igspress your meaning clearly affterward: the simpler the words the better, praps. You may, for instans, call a coronet an 'ancestral coronal,' if you like, as you might call a hat a 'swart sombrero,' a glossy four-and-nine, a 'silken helm, to storm impermeable,' and 'lightsome as a breezy gossamer;' but in the long run it's as well to call it a hat. It _is_ a hat, and that name is quite as poeticle as another." The remarks of Mr. Yellowplush upon some of the segregated passages are amusing enough. Take the following, for example: Girl, beware! The love that trifles round the charm it gilds, Oft ruins while it shines. Igsplane this, men and angles! I've tried every way; backards, forards, and all sorts of trancepositions: The love that ruins round the charm it shines Gilds while it trifles oft, or-- The charm that gilds around the love it ruins, Oft trifles while it shines, or-- The ruins that love gilds and shines around Oft trifles while it charms, or-- Love while it charms shines round and ruins oft The trifles that it gilds, or-- The love that trifles, gilds and ruins oft While round the charm it shines. All witch are as sen sable as the ferst passadge. Sir Mr. Bullwig, ain't I right? Such, barring the style, was the tenor of many of the critiques upon Bulwer's writings which appeared about that period, and which, as is now well known, "wrought him much annoy," versatile and powerful as his genius has since proved itself. L. GAYLORD CLARK. SALVINI'S OTHELLO.