[4] Erycius Puteanus (Vander Putten,) added the seventh note to
    complete the octave, in the sixteenth century.

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ODD DISPUTE.

During the coronation of Conrad II., Emperor of Germany, in 1204, a dispute arose between a Roman and a German for a vile ox’s hide.  It began with blows, proceeded with stones, and ended by an appeal to arms; and, after a stout resistance on the part of the Roman people against the German army, the former were obliged to fly, and were almost totally massacred.  The remainder, although humbled, and in a wretched condition, were constrained the next day to pass barefooted before the emperor,—­the freemen with their swords unsheathed, the slaves with a knot round their necks,—­declaring themselves ready to obey him, and asking pardon.  What a beautiful contrast between the guardians and defenders of the Roman people in their frocks and mitres, with these brave men in their helmets and togas!  Such was the triumph over a nation overcome more by its prejudices than by force, and under such solemn circumstances.

Ibid.

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AN INDIAN TALE, AND OTHER POEMS.

This is a pleasant little volume by our indefatigable correspondent, Benjamin Gough.  The tale is founded on an Indian story, by the author of the Kuzzilbash, which appeared in the fifth number of the Metropolitan Magazine; and to it are appended several minor pieces.  The main poem will be read with interest.  There are in it touches of fine feeling, which would not discredit hands of much higher pretensions.  Take this specimen: 

  There is a time when naught on earth
  Can re-awake the chords of mirth,
  When joy with all its cherub wiles
  Is powerless in creating smiles;
  The sun of happiness is set,
  And naught remains but deep regret,
  And inward pangs and throbs severe,
  And disappointment’s bitter tear! 
  The magic charm that swayed the sense
  With strong resistless influence
  Is broken, and its votary left,
  Of the soul’s talisman bereft! 
  In vain the tones of music steal
  Upon the ear in soft appeal,
  Or friendship with its soothing voice
  Bids the hushed tongue again rejoice,
  So overwhelming is the grief—­
  Death only brings a late relief!

And one of the minor pieces: 

A RHAPSODY ON NATURE.

  Where’s the mastery of mind,
  Trammelless and unconfined,
  Probing Nature’s boundless scheme,
  Gauging the stupendous theme? 
  She, that paints horizons bright,
  Belting heaven and earth with light! 
  Beams upon cherubic gaze—­
  Kindles the volcanic blaze! 
  Makes Euroclydon her zone—­
  Sits upon her thunder throne! 
  Who her eulogy shall dare,