posits of metamorphic limestone which are found between the Clinch and Holston rivers. These deposits furnish the beautiful variegated red marble, now well known as the "Rogersville Marble," in consequence of works for its manufacture having been established only at that place. The formation, however, extends through Scott county in Virginia, and Hawkins and Grainger in Tennessee, and the quantity is inexhaustible. Quarries might be opened in each of these counties, and its manufacture for building and ornamental purposes carried on to an extent limited only by the uses to which it may be put. This marble receives a fine polish, and is mottled and variegated by numerous shells, madre pores and other fossils which give it a beautiful effect. We consider it scarcely inferior to the celebrated "Gold Streaked" marble from Egypt. As a new variety, it needs only a market in order to be much sought after for furniture and ornamental finishings.-Southern Repertory.

DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.

Our late London papers bring us accounts of the death of the Duke of Wellington, the greatest historic personage of his age living at the time. He died at Walmer Castle on the 14th ult., in the 84th year of his age. The London Times in its only leader of the 15th, refers to the event in highly appropriate terms, and at some length. We can only spare room for a short passage.

"If aught can lessen this day the grief of England upon the death of her greatest son, it is the recollection, that the life which has just closed leaves no duty incomplete and no honor unbestowed. The Duke of Wellington had exhausted nature and exhausted glory. His career was one unclouded longest day, filled from dawn to nightfall with renowned actions, animated by unfailing energy in the public service, guided by unswerving principles of conduct and statesmanship. He rose by a rapid series of achievements, which none had surpassed, to a position which no other man in this nation ever enjoyed. The place occupied by the Duke of Wellington in the councils of the country, and in the life of England, can no more be filled. There is none left in the army or the Senate to act and speak with like authority. There is none with whom the valor and the worth of this nation were so incorporate. Yet when we consider the fullness of his years, and the abundance of his incessant services, we may learn to say with the Roman orator, "Satis diu vixisse dicito," since, being mortal, nothing could be added either to our veneration or to his fame. Nature herself had seemed for a time to expand her inexorable limits, and the

infirmities of age lay a lighter burden on that honored head. Generations of men had passed away between the first exploits of his arms and the last counsels of his age, until, by a lot unexampled in history, the man who had played the most conspicuous part in the annals of more than half a century became the last survivor of his contemporaries, and carries with him to the grave all living memory of his own achievements."

THE NEW POSTAGE LAW.

Which was passed at the last session of Congress, and went into operation from and after the 30th ult., provides that—

Newspapers, periodicals, unsealed circulars, &c., weighing not over three ounces, shall pay one cent each, to any part of the United States, or half that rate, where paid quarterly or yearly, in advance, either at the office where mailed or where received.

Newspapers, &c., weighing not over one and a half ounces, half the above rates, where circulated within the state of publication.

Newspapers and pamphlets of not more than 16 pages, 8vo., in packages of not less than eight ounces to one address, to be charged half cent an ounce, though calculated by separate pieces, the postage may amount to more.

Postage on all transient matter to be prepaid, or charged double.

Books, bound or unbound of not more than four pounds each, one cent per ounce under three thousand miles, and two cents over that distance. Fifty per cent to be added when not prepaid. Weekly newspapers free in the county of publication to actual subscribers.

Bills for newspapers, and receipts for payments of moneys therefor, may be enclosed in subscribers papers. Exchanges between newspaper publishers free.

THE WORLD AT REST.

Nearly two thousand four hundred years ago, we are told that the ministering spirits of heaven "answered the angel of the Lord, that stood among the myrtle-trees,-All the earth sitteth still, and is at rest. At the present hour, after so many political and religious revolutions, their report may be the same.Every corner of the world now lies open to us, and everywhere there is an uneasy calm, as if all mankind were awaiting, in silent wonder, the effects of that unexampled rapidity of intercourse, which has linked together the farthest ends of the earth.

The Great Exhibition of last year has passed away like a dream. The political struggle of the elections is ended, and the strife within the walls of Parliament is not yet begun. The Papal party at home have changed their policy of bold and active aggression into one of stealthy and underground activity. The French President seems established, for the present, in the seat of power. France rejoices in a breathing time from incessaut revolution, though dearly purchased at the price of liberty; and the symptoms of reaction, foreboding new changes, have hardly begun.

Italy is settling down in the chains of the Pope and the Austrian Government. Spain and Portugal, once the first powers of Europe in the days of Columbus, are now political ciphers, and hardly awaken a thought in other nations. They seem to vegetate, rather than to live. Russia watches calmly, from a distance, the feeble and shifting changes of policy in Western Europe, and stands prepared to profit by every new opportunity, to extend her influence, and increase the power of her colossal Empire. America is speculating on the chances of her candidates for the Presidency, but the struggle itself is still to come. New Zealand is awaiting the arrival of the ships that will bring her a new Constitution from the British Parliament; and the vessels are on their way to Japan, that must soon solve the problem, whether the last outlying country, in spite of its own policy for ages, is to be forced into communion with the rest of the human family. The tedious warfare at the Cape with the Caffre savages, and the presence of our ships at Rangoon, are hardly enough to break the uniformity of the world's political aspect. "All the earth sitteth still, and is at rest."

London Record.

ROTHERMEL'S PICTURE OF PATRICK HENRY.

We learn with pleasure that this celebrated picture of Patrick Henry before the House of Burgesses in 1765, which has been open to public view, in the Richmond Library, for some time past, has drawn many visiters, and gratified almost as many spectators; and no wonder. It has certainly some fine points, and is worthy of much praise. The subject, too, is pleasing, and naturally excites the most agreeable feelings which we easily spread by the natural process of association over the picture itself, to heighten its charms. We are sorry, however, to say that we cannot commend it very highly for its historie truth. In fact it rather contradicts all our established ideas of the scene and speech which it aims to illustrate, in several particulars. In the first place, the principal figure, Patrick Henry him

self, is glaringly unlike the original, or at least differs very greatly from Sully's portrait of him in the adjoining room of the Virginia Historical Society, which we take to be altogether authentic. It violates, also, all our settled notions of the orator's appearance and costume; and instead of the plain, unpretending man, the "obscure and unpolished rustic," as Mr. Wirt calls him, "a phenomenon from the plebeian ranks," suddenly rising on the floor, and startling the aristocratic gentlemen of the assembly by his portentous aspect, we have here a well-dressed actor who may vie with any of them in his genteel appearance, as he is manifestly dressed out for the occasion, and indeed rather exceeds most of them in his fine scarlet cloak which he wears like a robe about his shoulders; and then, instead of that famous old-fashioned brown wig, which he actually wore at the time, and perhaps twisted awry, we have here those "ambrosial curls," fashionably powdered, and adjusted with nice care and easy grace about his brow. This is really too bad. We have felt, moreover, strongly tempted to criticise the attitude of the orator, which strikes us as quite too extravagant and theatrical, and not at all such as Patrick was likely to use. But we must acknowledge that our artist has here some countenance from Mr. Wirt, who certainly describes the orator as carried out of himself at this crisis of his speech, and assuming "a voice of thunder, and the look of a god" (Jupiter Tonans) which the poor painter has of course only tried to give us as well as he could wish his brush. So we must excuse him this time, and suppress our criticism on this point-though we really cannot help suspecting that they are both wrong.

For the rest, we like some of the secondary figures of the piece pretty well-Mr. Speaker Robinson, personally alarmed, but officially composed,-Edmund Pendleton in a sky-blue coat starting up from his seat a little too wildly, and crying out "treason! treason!" at the top of his voice, and before the time,— George Wythe behind him, quite too old-looking as he was but a young man at the time; with the scowling tory near him; Richard Henry Lee, as handsome and well-dressed as we expected to find him, but a little too cool perhaps for the occasion; Mr. Attorney General, beyond him, more ardent, but controlling himself; and the British officer near the clerk, dressed in his scarlet uniform, and drawing his sword to slay the orator on the spot, (a fine conceit to be sure!) with the ladies in the gallery, dressed out in their showy satins, and almost forgetting themselves in the lively interest they take in the scene :—all fair and pleasing. Upon the whole, we are glad that the picture is so good, and only sorry that it is not better.

SULLY'S PORTRAIT OF POCAHONTAS.

We have the pleasure to announce that the Portrait of Pocahontas which has been so handsomely and generously painted for our Virginia Historical Society by Thomas Sully, Esq., of Philadelphia, has been received, and now graces the wall of our room. We hardly need say that it is a beautiful picture, and altogether worthy of its accomplished author. It is indeed the fair ideal of our Indian Maid, as we can easily imagine that she may have looked when placed, so many years ago, at Jamestown, by the care of the Governor, Sir Thomas Dale, to be instructed in the principles of our Christian faith, in order to be baptized, and afterwards duly married to master Rolfe. What a lovely creature she is! And what a sweet face she has-telling her whole story at once-and with a peculiarity of expression that seems to suggest both her former and her present state-the wildness of the woods subdued and chastened by the light of the gospel, and all the softer humanities of her nature exalted and refined by the graces of religion. Then her dress— how pure, simple, and altogether becoming! What perfect taste! We wish we could give our readers a more distinct and definite idea of this "delightful vision" as it strikes us; but we feel that we could not do any thing like justice to it by any words of ours, or indeed by any colours but its own. We shall not attempt of course to describe the indescribable; but will only say to all the lovers of pictorial beauty, come and see,

Miscellany.

THE ESSENCE OF POETRY.

It has been asked in what the essence of poetry consists;— Milton, we think, told it in a single linc-

-"Thoughts that voluntary move

Harmonious numbers."

Poetry is the music of language, expressing the music of the mind. Whenever any object takes such a hold on the mind as to make us dwell upon it, and brood over it, melting the heart in love, or kindling it to a sentiment of admiration ;-whenever a movement of imagination or passion is impressed on the mind,