whose acquaintance with his talents and many good qualities was unconnected with his dramatic career. * * * HOW very prettily this little Love-passage is rendered! Our correspondent lets us hear from him quite too seldom: TO ALMEDA: FROM THE SPANISH. THINK you, my love, if ever fate Should cast a shadow o'er our bliss, That you or I could e'er forget In darkest hours our _Good-night Kiss_? Ah no! though hopes should melt in tears, And fade for ever days like this, Sad memory through the longest years Would hover round our _Good-night Kiss_. _Boston, June, 1843._ J. T. F. THE appearance on our table of an exquisitely beautiful card of invitation to the great _Dinner at Faneuil Hall_ on the Seventeenth of June (a kindness of the 'Committee of Arrangements,' for which, although unfortunately adscititious, we desire to render our cordial acknowledgments) reminds us to speak of _another_ species of card, from the same press, which we must believe is little known, but which only _requires_ to be known, to be found in the possession of every tasteful lover of the Beautiful. Mr. DICKINSON, of Boston, has recently completed a variety of ornamental cards, of various sizes, large, medium, and _petite_, one use of which we desire to indicate to our metropolitan readers; not without the hope also that the information will not come amiss to our readers every where; for the cards are 'awaiting' as well as 'under _orders_.' As frames for medium and small engravings, we certainly know of nothing so tasteful and so appropriate. In color various; of tints inconceivably delicate; and with borderings of the most chaste yet elaborate and distinct _bas-relief_; they are 'just the thing' for the purpose we have indicated. We shall be happy to afford 'the ocular proof' to any one who may doubt the justice, or impugn the good taste, which we conceive to characterize as well the cards as our encomiums! These admirable specimens of American taste and skill may be found at the establishment of the Messrs. WOODWORTH's (late BONFANTI's) and at NESBITT's in this city. * * * THE interest still excited by the slightest object connected with the name of NAPOLEON has recently been curiously illustrated by the opening of a 'NAPOLEON Museum' in London, consisting of a vast collection of mementos of the great hero and his associates, from the day of his birth to the time of his burial. Among them is a morceau of his penmanship in his latter days, on the back of a card, the ominous nine of diamonds, which has caused a good deal of merriment to the cockneys, although it strikes us they should 'laugh on the wrong side of the mouth.' The imperial prisoner appears to have been making an attempt to commit some English words to memory, and to have noted down the difference between _hungry_ and _angry_--words which must have sounded marvellously similar in his ears, from the mouths of his English visitors: 'Are you 'ungry?--are you angry?' We