(4.) It is suited to all classes, for while it instructs the people, it _tires no sad queen_. (5.) It promotes peaceful studies so much that it _ends a queen's riot_. (6.) The new subscriber finds it so interesting that on his bookseller's asking if he wishes to continue it, he is sure to say, _No end as I request_. (7.) Lastly, its pages are only too absorbing; for I often observe (after dinner) my friend _A--n's nose quite red_. Hoping the editor, who must be accustomed, from the variety of his contributions, to (8) _stand queer noise_, will excuse this trifling, I beg to subscribe myself, (9) DAN. STONE, ESQUIRE. As some of your readers feel an interest in anagrams, I venture to make an additional contribution. Polemics apart, it will strike most persons as remarkably happy: "But, holie father, I am certifyed That they youre power and policye deride; And how of you they make an anagram, The best and bitterest that the wits could frame. As thus: _Supremus Pontifex Romanus._ Annagramma: _O non sum super petram fixus._" It occurs in Taylor's _Suddaine Turne of Fortune's Wheele_, lately printed for private circulation, under the care of Mr. Halliwell. C. H. I am surprised not one of your correspondents has noticed the anagram by George Herbert on _Roma_. As it is a good specimen of what may be called "learned trifling" I subjoin a copy of it:-- "Roma dabit oram, Maro, Ramo, armo, mora, et amor. "Roma tuum nomen quam non pertransiit _Oram_ Cum Latium ferrent sæcula prisca jugum? Non deerat vel fama tibi, vel carmina famæ, Unde _Maro_ laudes duxit ad astra tuas. At nunc exsucco similis tua gloria _Ramo_ A veteri trunco et nobilitate cadit. Laus antiqua et honor perierunt, te velut _Armo_ Jam deturbârunt tempora longa suo. Quin tibi jam desperatæ _Mora_ nulla medetur; Qua Fabio quondam sub duce nata salus. Hinc te olim gentes miratæ odêre vicissim; Et cum sublata laude recedit _Amor_." H. C. K. Amongst George Herbert's _Poems_ is an anagram, which I shall only allude to, as it is upon a sacred subject; and Fulke Greville, Lord Brooke, has left us a play upon his own name, which would scarcely satisfy the requirements of MR. BREEN. However, I am glad of any opportunity of referring to our great English Lucretius, and will transcribe it:-- "Let no man aske my name, Nor what else I should be; For _Greiv-Ill_, paine, forlorne estate Doe best decipher me." "Cælica," sonnet lxxxiii. _Works_, p. 233. Lond. 1633. To me the most satisfactory anagram in the English language is that by the witty satirist Cleveland upon Oliver Cromwell: _Protector. O Portet C. R._ Cleveland's _Works_, p. 343. Lond. 1687. RT. Warmington, Oct. 18. 1851. THE LOCUSTS OF THE NEW TESTAMENT.