In the House of Lords the members remain covered as in the Commons; and in the former chamber more etiquette is preserved. It is more rare to see their Lordships convert their benches into beds, or imitate with their legs the signs of a telegraph. The murmurs of the House are more subdued and civilized, the disapprobations expressed with more courtesy; the arena of discussion generally presents less animating and striking scenes; there is more concession, and more unity. You witness none of that strife of common-places which exasperate to so great a degree the patience and the politeness of the Lower House. There, for one eloquent harangue, you will have to submit to ten stupid ones, which serve no other end than to lengthen and injure the discussion. In the Lords able speakers are not so common, and do not abuse to so great a degree their right of speaking. It is true that the Peerage is but a groupe, but a little intrenched garrison; and you should not expect either reserve, or discretion, or discipline, in such a multitude as the Commons; an impatient army bivouacing whole nights on the benches, and where each soldier wishes to be a conqueror. TO A TORTOISE-SHELL COMB. BY MRS. E. F. ELLET. Being an humble imitation of the style of some modern poets, by the prism of whose fancy the most common objects are invested with the hues of poesy, even as the sunbeam turneth to diamonds the dews which heedless night hath flung over the earth. There is more in thy history than meets The eye of cold observance. Had'st thou words To speak imprisoned secrets, how would all Thy silent, chiselled labyrinths resound With thought transcending eloquence! Deep things— The passionate breathings of a hidden voice, And young and fond imaginings that swell The fountains of a yet untroubled soul, Ere to the world its flowings have gone forth— Thou hast been witness to. Thou hast reposed, Pressed by a pearly hand, upon a brow Stainless and lofty; and thou hast been worn When the full tide of youth and loveliness Coursed wildly through her heart, o'erlooking all Her regal swanlike grace; moved when she moved, In blest obedience—perchance hast stooped To watch the speakings of her mantling cheek, And felt the haughtiest tossings of a head Whose classic beauty might a Phidias shame.