Year       |      NEWSPAPERS.     |     ADVERTISEMENTS.   |
ending     +-----------+----------+-----------------------+
Jan. 5.     |  England  | Scotland |  England. | Scotland. |
|     L.    |    L.    |     L.    |    L.     |
1826         |  425,154  |  24,419  |  144,751  |  18,708   |
1827         |  429,662  |  22,013  |  135,687  |  17,779   |
1828         |  428,629  |  29,929  |  133,978  |  18,400   |
1829         |  439,798  |  33,556  |  136,368  |  18,939   |
1830         |  438,667  |  42,301  |  136,052  |  17,592   |

In Ireland the total number of Newspaper Stamps issued has been, in the years ending 5th Jan. 1827, 3,473,014; 1828, 3,545,846; 1829, 3,790,272; and 1830, 3,953,550.

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THE SELECTOR;

AND

LITERARY NOTICES OF

NEW WORKS.

MOORE’S LIFE OF BYRON.  VOL.  II.

It is our intention to condense a sheet of extracts from the above volume, upon the plan adopted by us on the appearance of the previous portion of the work.  Our publishing arrangements will not, however, advantageously allow the appearance of this sheet until next Saturday week.  In the meantime, a few extracts, per se, may gratify the curiosity of the reader, and not interfere with the interest of our proposed Supplement.

Extracts from Lord Byron’s Journal.

“Diodati, near Geneva, Sept. 19th, 1816.

“Rose at five.  Crossed the mountains to Montbovon on horseback, and on mules, and, by dint of scrambling, on foot also; the whole route beautiful as a dream, and now to me almost as indistinct.  I am so tired;—­for, though healthy, I have not the strength I possessed but a few years ago.  At Montbovon we breakfasted; afterwards, on a steep ascent, dismounted; tumbled down; cut a finger open; the baggage also got loose and fell down a ravine, till stopped by a large tree; recovered baggage; horse tired and drooping; mounted mule.  At the approach of the summit of Dent Jument[1] dismounted again with Hobhouse and all the party.  Arrived at a lake in the very bosom of the mountains; left our quadrupeds with a shepherd, and ascended farther; came to some snow in patches, upon which my forehead’s perspiration fell like rain, making the same dints as in a sieve; the chill of the wind and the snow turned me giddy, but I scrambled on and upwards.  Hobhouse went to the highest pinnacle; I did not, but paused within a few yards (at an opening of the cliff.) In coming down, the guide tumbled three times; I fell a laughing, and tumbled too—­the descent luckily soft, though steep and slippery; Hobhouse also fell, but nobody hurt.  The whole of the mountains superb.  A shepherd on a very steep and high cliff playing upon his pipe; very different from Arcadia,