that illustrious German line, had richly furnished his _adversaria_ and port-folios; and it was from these that he was to have enriched and diversified our pages. The death of such a man, in the prime of life and in the midst of his usefulness, is a public loss, which cannot fail to be widely and deeply felt. Honorable and high-minded in all the relations of life, Mr. LEGARE met his last hour with perfect composure. In dying as in living, he was the admiration of his friends. * * * WE saw the other day what its possessor termed a '_Dogberry-o'-type_ likeness' of MILLER, the Prophet--a counterfeit presentment of a cunning old humbug, 'on its very _face_.' Its exhibition led to a story of one of MILLER'S converts, which we thought worth remembering. A matter-of-fact old gentleman in New England, whose wife was a thoroughgoing 'Destructionist,' was awakened out of his sleep by his 'possessed' rib, one cold and stormy March night, with: 'Husband! did you hear that noise? It's GABRIEL a-comin'! It's the sound of his chariot-wheels!' 'Oh, psha! you old fool!' replied the gude man; 'do you s'pose GABRIEL is such an ass as to come _on wheels_, in such good sleighing as this? I tell you it's the wind; turn over, and go to sleep!' We believe she did. * * * THE '_Confessions of a Belle_' is not a new title, and it _strikes_ us that we have encountered some of its incidents before. The _lesson_, howbeit, is an excellent one. THEODORE HOOK speaks forcibly to this point, in a portrait of one of his female characters: 'With all this blaze of notoriety, did any body esteem her particularly? Was there any ONE man upon earth who on his pillow could say, 'My GOD! what an angel is FANNY WILDING!' Had she ever refused an offer of marriage? No! for nobody ever had made her one. She was like a fine fire-work, entertaining to look at, but dangerous to come near to; her bouncing and cracking in the open air gave a lustre to surrounding objects, but there was not a human being who could be tempted to take the exhibition into his own house.' * * * IF 'J. P. S.' will look once more at our remarks, touching which he 'begs leave to demur,' he will find that we differ very little from himself. His pride of opinion runs to a point, and reminds us of a reply we once heard a quaint old Friend make to the eager question of a group around him, touching the relative speed of two steam-boats which were running a race, and a very even one, through Long Island Sound. 'Don't you think we've gained on her, in coming the last forty miles?' 'Yes,' replied the Quaker, with great gravity; 'I should say we _had_.' 'Well, how _much_, should you think?' 'I maybe mistaken,' responded our Friend, 'but, I should say, _about an inch_!' We believe this 'close observer' was not again appealed to for his judgment in the premises. * * * WE do not much affect parodies, generally, but the following, from the London '_Charivari_,' is too good to be lost. It is entitled '_The