of a head, and the hideous outlines of a shapeless anatomy.  I stood rivetted to the spot; for I thought that I saw behind it, a dark and vast thing, in whose hand it was held forth.  In that moment, a voice said,—­“It is Winlaw the murderer; his bones often, in the moist summer nights, shine out in this way; it is thought to be an acknowledgment of his guilt, for he died protesting his innocence.”—­The person who addressed me was your Honor’s gamekeeper, and the story I have told, is the cause of my having desired him to bring me here.

(To be concluded in the next Supplement.)

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We have also received for notice Two Religious Annuals—­the Iris and Emmanuel; both which shall appear in our Second Supplement to be published within two or three weeks.

Two Juvenile Annuals—­the Keepsake and Forget-me-not, have likewise the same claim on our attention.  These works, with two or three others not yet published, will form another sheet of interesting extract.

We thank the Correspondent who has forwarded to us a notice of The Sylph, a Musical Annual, which justice to ourselves and the public forbids us to insert, as we have not yet seen the work in question and are consequently unable to judge of the writer’s criticism.  Humble and unheeded as our opinions of New Works may be, we are always ready to prove that no undue influence is used in the adjudication of their merits.  This has uniformly been our maxim, and our success is the best criterion of its policy.