the notorious education of the manager at a foreign seminary, is not so much to be wondered at.  Some have gone so far as to report that Mr. T——­y, in particular, belongs to an order lately restored on the Continent.  We can contradict this:  that gentleman is a member of the Kirk of Scotland; and his name is to be found, much to his honor, in the list of seceders from the congregation of Mr. Fletcher.  While the generality, as we have said, are content to jog on in the safe trammels of national orthodoxy, symptoms of a sectarian spirit have broken out in quarters where we should least have looked for it.  Some of the ladies at both houses are deep in controverted points.  Miss F——­e, we are credibly informed, is Sub-, and Madame V——­a Supra-Lapsarian.  Mr. Pope is the last of the exploded sect of the Ranters.  Mr. Sinclair has joined the Shakers.  Mr. Grimaldi, Senior, after being long a Jumper, has lately fallen into some whimsical theories respecting the Fall of Man; which he understands, not of an allegorical, but a real tumble, by which the whole body of humanity became, as it were, lame to the performance of good works.  Pride he will have to be nothing but a stiff neck; irresolution, the nerves shaken; an inclination to sinister paths, crookedness of the joints; spiritual deadness, a paralysis; want of charity, a contraction in the fingers; despising of government, a broken head; the plaster, a sermon; the lint to bind it up, the text; the probers, the preachers; a pair of crutches, the old and new law; a bandage, religious obligation:  a fanciful mode of illustration, derived from the accidents and habits of his past calling spiritualized, rather than from any accurate acquaintance with the Hebrew text, in which report speaks him but a raw scholar.  Mr. Elliston, from all that we can learn, has his religion yet to choose; though some think him a Muggletonian.”

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Willis, in his “Pencillings by the Way,” describing his interview with Charles and Mary Lamb, says,—­“Nothing could be more delightful than the kindness and affection between the brother and the sister, though Lamb was continually taking advantage of her deafness to mystify her with the most singular gravity upon every topic that was started.  ‘Poor Mary!’ said he, ‘she hears all of an epigram but the point.’  ’What are you saying of me, Charles?’ she asked.  ‘Mr. Willis,’ said he, raising his voice, ’admires your “Confessions of a Drunkard” very much, and I was saying it was no merit of yours that you understood the subject.’  We had been speaking of this admirable essay (which is his own) half an hour before.”