"The grave, great teacher, to a level brings Heroes and beggars, galley-slaves and kings; But Theodore this moral learn'd ere dead-- Fate pour'd its lesson on his living head, Bestow'd a kingdom, and denied him bread." He registered his kingdom of Corsica for the use of his creditors. His biographer says, "He was a man whose claim to royalty was as indisputable as the most ancient titles to any monarchy can pretend to be; that is, the choice of his subjects, the voluntary election of an injured people, who had the common right of mankind to freedom, and the uncommon resolution of determining to be free." P.T.W. * * * * * "THE LILY BELLS ARE WET WITH DEW." (_To the Editor of the Mirror._) Sir,--I have taken the liberty of transmitting to you a piece of a Latin ode, which appears to me to be the original of the song--"The lily bells are wet with dew," in Miss Mitford's "Dramatic Scenes," which appeared in your miscellany of June 23, 1827. It is copied from an old book published in the year 1697, by Charles Elford, entitled "Gemmae Poetarum." If you think it worthy insertion, I should feel obliged by its appearance. Yours respectfully, J.T.S. Lilia rorescuut, jubara osculo blande rosarum Florem tangunt--o, dives odore, O, splendens tinctu floretum--est ... Surge Feronia, et sertum texe Caesariem nunc implectare tuum coracinum Ne aestu medio sol flores abripiat. In coelo tenuis nubes est, lenta susurra Cum aura veniunt--aut imbrem vaticinans Aut nivem: orire, Feronia, crinem stringere caute Sertum age, ne veniat tempestas minitans. I have translated it thus, which you may perceive is strictly literal:-- The lilies are wet with the dew--the sunbeams with a kiss gently touch the flower of the roses.--O the garden is rich of scent--is bright of hue.--Arise Feronia and weave the garland even now to braid thy ravenlike hair, lest at mid-day the sun should spoil the flowers.--In the sky there is a little cloud, gentle whisperings come with the gale--they tell of rain or snow.--Arise Feronia and carefully weave the garland to bind up thy hair, lest the threatening storm should come. * * * * * ASTRONOMICAL OCCURRENCES FOR AUGUST, 1827. (_For the Mirror._) It has been computed, that all the celestial orbs perceived by the unassisted eye (which on a clear night never exceed 1,000,) do not form the 80,000 part of those which may be descried by the help of a telescope, through which they appear prodigiously increased in number; seventy stars have been counted in the constellation of the _pleiades_, and no fewer than 2,000 in that of _Orion_.