While far beyond this melancholy vale, When faded sorrow tells her mournful tale, "O'er this dim spot of earth," in regions fair Your spirits dwell, and joys eternal share. [1] The tomb of Mrs. Nightingale. _Kirton Lindsey_. ANNIE R. * * * * * THE COSMOPOLITE. * * * * * THE TIMES NEWSPAPER. We are not about to write an advertisement for this advertised of all advertisers--nor to talk of its square feet--its crowded broadside--or the myriads of letters that make it resemble a sea of animalculae. We are content to leave all the pride of its machinery to Messrs. Applegath and Cowper, and the clang of its engine to the peaceful purlieus of Printing-house Square. Yet these are interesting items in the advancement of science, and in the history of mankind; for whether taken mechanically or morally, the _Times_ is, without exception, the newspaper of all newspapers, "the observed of all _observers_" and altogether, the most extraordinary production of this or any other age. But we are more anxious to reach what may be called the philosophy of a newspaper--that broad volume of human life, in which "the follies, vices, and consequent miseries of multitudes are displayed." To prove this, only let the reader glance over the twenty-four columns of a Times newspaper, and attempt a calculation of the many thousand events that spring from and are connected with their contents. Yet this sheet is but as it were a day in the life of man--a mere thread of the mingled yarn of his existence--and 313 such sheets, or 1,252 such folios make but a year of his history. The subject is too vast and comprehensive for continued contemplation, for it is like all other wheels of vicissitude; we become giddy by looking too steadfastly on its twinings. Let us take one side of any recent _Times _newspaper--say that of _Thursday last_--and attempt something like an abstract of its _memorabilia_. This may appear for us a toilsome task, but if the reader be not fatigued also, our time will not be misspent. Begin "at the beginning" with the old English title, broken by the royal arms--like a blocking-course; and the No. and date in a sort of typographical entablature. The first side is filled by 188 advertisements, for the most part, classed according to their objects.