The Express.
London, England, 1858-02-13 00:00:00

FEBRUARY 13, 1858.

" Well, whop sot," add Phalle, rslottautly, awl bang- i
leg her heed • littler. "SW you *es I was in hamper 'oat I
than to consider calgymstinii.4l4,ern private pleasure, and the
and Miss Divers dusk and her eyes sparkled, MB she
spoke—" that was to the very utmost. Oh I ft was
so ince to think that, besialy and hirer as she was, I--goer
little I—had a sere elf a kind of • power over her, that, rest se
it took my fancy, I could tarn her white or red, and asks
her wince," and Phebe heed out the word just In the toes
of her gmadtathor. "It might not be slicieUmfr prudent, I
allow • but I did so want to mow how she would taks the
mastiOn of his MM. You haw, speaking isassatlly—err
sawn you rams of us at X— were vary wisstifis—it was
quite a psycholocia study."
The Patriarch, c d
huckling saroastically over Plebes Ws-
take—for all present perosived it to have been
gently repeating, • Woman his a true yams 14m=
curiosity. attended by the turtle] measure of howls wallas."
" Don't slander us, dr ! " cried lilies PalHw, haughtily.
" There's no reason to suppose that your grand-daughter
pwscelfisa her sex."
Mr. Bohn's publications defy the utmost slkirts of cid.
cism. It is seldom that we can and time to note even his
progress. Panting papers toil after him in vain. The lad
volume of his Standard Library is a reprint of Sturm's
"Reflections," from • new translation by W. Johnstone,
A.M. The Mende of the good old pastor cannot complain ad
this cheap and well-printed volume. Sturm is to us an old
Mend. Who has not seen it in his childhood in remote ham-
lets, and been the better for its catholic communing with
nature and with God ? Such books as they handed down
from sue generation to another, keep up the mental identity
of the species. Bohn's Scientific Library contains the second
volume of Carpenter's " Zoology," thoroughly revised by
W. S. Dallaa, F.L.S. Homers "Odyssey," translated by
Pope, with Flaxman's outlines, is the lad volume of
the Illustrated Library. One very useful volume just pub-
liehrd in the Scientific Library series is an index of data,
oomprshending the principal fads the chronology end
history of the world, from the earliest to the present time,
alphabetically arraugsd. by J. Willoughby Rare.

r Coburg Shahs, and it bestows on him a personal and
political importance wildch most not be estimated by the
extant of his hereditary tIOMIA10111."
The obituaries of the weak announoe the death of
Iletcher, • lady well known in Edinburgh circles o
bike and beauty when Jeffrey and Sydney Smith started
the Edinburgh Review. The following notice of the deceased
appears in the Illustrated Landau lYncs:—" She was • lady
of many accomplishments and of great beauty, fond of liters-
tare, and not tuukilled herself in song. Mrs. Siddons is said to
I he declined accepting any invitation to which Mrs. Fletcher
I was invited—so jealous was she, it is said, of Mrs. Fletcher's
' beauty. Nor was this Edinburgh talk or Edinburgh vanity ;
the talk extended beyond Edinburgh circles, and the
vanity was not Sbottish, inasmuch as Mrs. Fletcher
was born of English parents, and in the largest
English county. We remember to have heard more
than one Englishman eased that jhey would rather
have seen Mrs. Fletcher in a box at the theatre than
have seen Mrs. Siddons on the stage of the same theatre.
She was a Whig, and long a widow. She married for love of
what marriage is said seldom to give—liberty. Her husband,
Archibald Fletcher, an advocate in Edinburgh, was Horne-
Tooke-end-Hardy mad ; and she, a young girl—as beautiful
as a Gunning, and something more—married the old advo-
cate for love of liberty, and Parson Horne. She was a
Whig of the Edinburgh Review school to the last moment
of her life; and she was old when she died, in her
eighty-ninth year. Her delight at seeing Kossuth when
past eighty, and travelling far to see him, was something
wonderful. One other daughters is the Mrs. Davy of Lock-
hart's ' Life of Scott,' and one of her sons Angus Fletcher,
the sculptor, favourably known by his bust in marble of
Mrs. Henan. Oddly enough, warm Whig as she was, she
lived next door, in Castle-street, Edinburgh, to Sir Welter
Scott; and disliked Scott so much for his Toryism that she
would never meet him. She refused to aocept—so common
offer—the first east of Chintz/I'm exquisite bust of Sir
Welter Scott—• compliment paid her by Allan Cunning-
ham when the features of Scott were serm from the hand of
Chantrey; but glorified in the post of Hoeciusko and the
Pleasures of Hope.' Campbell gloried tither."