This is but an imperfect outline of the ingenious works which are now just finishing at the Colosseum.  The undertaking, as the name imports, is one of the most gigantic enterprises for public gratification which it has ever been our lot to witness; but great as may be the capital already expended here, and indefatigable as have been the exertions of the proprietor during the last seven years, it is almost impossible that such genius should not be amply remunerated.  As a concentration of every refined amusement and luxurious comfort which the taste of the times can dictate, the Colosseum will doubtless be without a rival in Europe.  The charms of useful and elegant literature will here alternate with the exquisite masterpieces of modern art—­and to aid these attractions, the pure pleasures of the garden and green-house, and studies from the wild and wonderful of sublime nature—­will be superadded.  The extent occupied by the requisite buildings, &c. is, as we were informed, little short of five acres.

To conclude, the Colosseum will very shortly be opened to the public.  In the meantime, such persons as wish, may be gratified with a private view of the works in their present state, on terms which have already been announced by the proprietor.

[2] It may be a test of the length of the reader’s acquaintance with the MIRROR—­but at page 450, vol. i. he will find a brief account of the means by which Mr. Hornor completed his sketches for the Panorama—­his erection of an observatory—­and a faint idea of the extreme perils, all which did not daunt the fearless mind of this aspiring artist.  Mr. Britton says the sketches made for the projected picture, occupied 2,000 sheets of paper!

    [3] Mimic rocks and stones may be wrought into sublime effect;
    and have often been introduced into landscape-gardening with
    striking success.

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TO ——­

(For the Mirror.)

  Yes! tis to thee love
  I waken the string: 
  Yes! ’tis to thee love
  I only would sing;
  And in thine eyes love,
  I ask but to shine;
  With softest affection,
  As thou dost in mine.

  Dearest and kindest,
  I ask but to be
  Cherished by thee love,
  As thou art by me;
  Then shall our moments
  Glide sunnily o’er. 
  And blest with each other,
  We sigh for no more.

  Wife of thy bosom,
  By thee loved alone,
  No dearer blessing
  This proud world can own: 
  All its attractions
  Delighted I’ll fly,
  For thee love, to live,
  And with thee love to die!

H.

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HIEROGLYPHICAL CHARACTERS.

(For the Mirror.)