We understand Mr. Pennie's design, in this volume, to be the chronological arrangement of certain incidents of each king's reign in a series of National Tragedies. There are four such tragedies in the present portion, commencing with Arixina in which figure Julius Caesar, Cassfelyn, and Cymbaline, and extending to Edwin and Elgiva: the titles of the intervening pieces are the Imperial Pirate and the Dragon King. There is much wild and beautiful romance in the diction, but we take the most attractive portion to be the lyrical portion, as the Chants, Dirges, and Choruses. We recommend them as models for the play-wrights who do such things for the acting drama, and if the poetship to a patent theatre be worth acceptance, we beg to commend Mr. Pennie to the notice of managers. The poet of the King's Theatre figures in the bills of the day, and yet he is but a translator. It is difficult to select an entire scene for quotation, so that we take a specimen from Arixina: CHORUS OF BARDS. DIRGE. SEMI CHORUS. Mightiest of the mighty thou! Regal pearl-wreaths decked thy brow; On thy shield the lion shone, Glowing like the setting sun! And thy leopard helmet's frown, In the day of thy renown, O'er thy foemen terror spread, Grimly flashing on thy head. Master of the fiery steed, And the chariot in its speed,-- As its scythe-wedged wheels of blood Through the battle's crimson flood, Onward rushing, put to flight E'en the stoutest men of might,-- Age to age shall tell thy fame; Thine shall be a deathless name! Bards shall raise the song for thee In the halls of Chivalry. GRAND CHORUS. His shall he a noble pyre! Robes of gold shall feed the fire; Amber, gums, and richest pearl On his bed of glory hurl: Trophies of his conquering might, Skulls of foes, and banners bright, Shields, and splendid armour, won When the combat-day was done, On his blazing death-pile heap, Where the brave in glory sleep! And the Romans' vaunted pride, Their eagle-god, in blood streams dyed, Which, amid the battle's roar, From their king of ships he tore; Hurl it, hurl it in the flame, And o'er it raise the loud acclaim! Let the captive and the steed On his death-pile nobly bleed; Let his hawks and war-dogs share His glory, as they claimed his care. SEMI-CHORUS.