After a life of the most indefatigable industry and active benevolence, Dr. Gall breathed his last at his country house at Montrouge, a short distance from Paris, on August the 22nd, 1828, at the age of seventy- one. The examination of his body took place forty hours after death, in the presence of the following members of the faculty:--Messrs. Fouquier, J. Cloquet, Dauncey, Fossati, Cassimir-Broussais, Robouane, Sarlandière, Fabre-Palaprat, Londe, Costello, Gaubert, Vimont, Jobert, and Marotti. The exterior appearance of the body presented a considerable falling away, particularly in the face. The skull was sawed off with the greatest precaution; the substance of the brain was consistent, and this organ was firm and perfectly regular. The funeral of Dr. Gall, which was conducted with as much privacy as possible, took place at Paris on the 27th of August. He was interred in the burial-ground of Père la Chaise, between the tombs of Molière and La Fontaine, being attended to the grave by several members of the faculty. Three _eloges_, or _oraisons funèbres_, were delivered at the place of interment by Professor Broussais, Dr. Fossati, and Dr. Londe. Broussais informs us, that Dr. Gall possessed most of the social virtues, particularly beneficence and good-nature--qualities, he observes, precious in all ranks of society, and which ought to make amends for many defects; but for Gall, they had only to palliate a certain roughness of character, which might wound the susceptibility of delicate persons, although the sick and unfortunate never had to complain; and, indeed, the doctor ought, in strict justice, to have more merit in our ideas, from never having once lost sight, in his writings, of either decency or moderation, particularly when it is remembered how severely he was attacked in propagating his favourite doctrine. T.B. * * * * * FROM CATULLUS. (_For the Mirror._) My Lydia says, "believe me I speak true, I ne'er will marry any one but you; If Jove himself should mention love to me, Not even Jove would be preferred to thee." She says--but all that women tell Their doting lovers--I, alas! too well Know, should be written on the waves or wind, So little do their words express their mind. T.C. * * * * * THE NOVELIST * * * * * GERMAN TRADITIONS. I have a song of war for knight, Lay of love for lady bright, Faery tale to lull the heir, Goblin grim the maids to scare! SIR WALTER SCOTT.