The same species of satire is now and then visited upon the 'Troubadour Songs,' which have become so afflictingly common of late years. Some of these we have already given; and we find them on the increase in England. We have before us, from the London press of TILT AND BOGUE, 'Sir WHYSTLETON MUGGES, a Metrical Romaunte, in three Fyttes,' with copious notes. A stanza or two will suffice as a specimen. The knightly hero, it needs only to premise, has been jilted by his fair 'ladye-love,' who retires to her boudoir, while the knight walks off in despair: 'Hys herte beat high and quycke; Forth to his tygere he did call, 'Bring me my palfrey from his stall, For I moste cotte my stycke!' 'Ye stede was brought, ye knyghte jomped up, He woulde not even stay to sup, But swyft he rode away; Still groanynge as he went along, And vowing yet to come out stronge, Upon some future day. 'Alack for poore Syr WHYSTLETON, In love and warre so bold! Ye Ladye BLANCHE hym browne hath done, He is completely solde! 'Completely solde alack he is, Alack and wel-a-day; Mort DIEU! a bitterre fate is hys Whose trewe love sayth him nay!' Thus endeth 'Fytte ye First.' We learn from the preface that the 'Rhime of the Manne whose Mothre did not Know he was Out,' and 'Ye Lodgemente of Maistre FERGISOUN,' are also in the editor's possession, but owing to the imperfect state of the MSS., it is doubtful whether they will ever be published. They have however been submitted to the inspection of 'The PERCY Society!' · · · WE are well pleased to learn that Sir EDWARD LYTTON BULWER, the distinguished author, is soon to visit the United States. That he will be warmly welcomed and cordially received, we cannot doubt; but we have good reason to believe that in the present instance at least our admiration of true genius will be tempered by all proper self-respect. Mr. BULWER has for many years entertained a desire to visit America. In one of his letters to the late WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK, now lying before us, he writes: 'I have long felt a peculiar admiration for your great and rising country; and it gives me a pleasure far beyond that arising from a vulgar notoriety, to think that I am not unknown to its inhabitants. Some time or other I hope to visit you, and suffer my present prepossessions to be confirmed by actual experience.' · · · WE have received and perused with gratification the last report of the '_New-York Asylum for Deaf Mutes_.' The institution is in the most flourishing condition, and its usefulness greatly increased. We are sorry to perceive, by the following 'specimen of composition' of a pupil in the eighth class, that the 'Orphic Sayings' of Mr. A. BRONSON ALCOTT are taken as literary models by the deaf and dumb students. The ensuing is certainly much better, internally, than anything from the transcendental 'seer;' but the manner too nearly resembles his, for both to be original.