The Sun. — 1841-04-17 (London, England)

COURSE OF EXCHANGE—(YESTERDAY). Amsterdam CF. 12 7 Gibraltar 4B Ditto, at sight Rotterdam ...2 U. 12 71 Genoa Antwerp l2 61 Milan liamburgh 11.8. 13 12± Venice Altona Paris, 3 days' sight ... 25 55 Palermo, per oz 119 Ditto, 3 months 25 80 Lisbon Marseilles Bout Beaux 25 85 Rio Janeiro 27 Frankfort on Maine... 1501 Bahia I'etersburgh, 3Us ... 37 Buenos Ayres — 8er1in..... Vienna, effec. fl. 3 M lO 3 Philadelphia 46 Trieste, ditto Madrid Cadiz Bilboa 35 New Doubloons 0 0 0 Barcelona Seville  Schiller's drama of William Tell was performed at Berlin a few nights ago, after an intardiction of twentyfour years.  LiTERATUA E.  13 ELLS AND POAIEG RA IVA 'LE ,N Maxon, Lor,c6,n, 1841.  Brownin,,, the, ataboy " Parace,” will not, we Teal, add inueh tt) iii, repinaion by this dramatic atewpt, which he entitles " Pippa Passas "—why or wherelbre, we are utterly at a loss to determine—and which, it seems, is the first of a series of plays intended to be carried on under the equally enigmatical title of " Belts and Pomegranates." The best, or at any rate the most intelligible, account we can give of the present dramatic effort is, that it is a collection of scenes, strung together without rhyirie or reason ; and that at the termination ofeacli scene, a young Italian girl, by name " Pippa" is heard singing, or talking in a dialect which, in places, strongly, reminds us of the late Mr. Irving's " Unknown Tongues." The play, in fact, is throughout a quaint riddle, and as we are not (Edipus, but simple Dawns, we cannot undertake to solve it. Yet there are some fine things in the drama; one scene in particular, between a woman and her paramour, after the murder of the furmer's husband, exhibits a play of the passions of alternate tenderness and remorse, which satisfies us that the author possesses sterling dramatic powers. There are also several poetic passages in the piece—a few of which we proceed to extract at random. And first, here is a speech of a romantic youth to his mother, the descriptive touches in which are excellent Last year's sunsets and great star s That had a right to come first and see ebb The crimson wave that drifts the sun away-Those crescent moons with notched and burning rims That strengthened into sharp fire, and there stood Impatient of the azure—and that day In March a double rainbow stopped the gorm— May's warm, slow, yellow moonlit summer nights— Gone are they, but I have them in my soul."  There is much simple truth and force in the following apostrophe addressed by an enthusiastic young sculptor to his mistress, who is sitting with him in his studio, while he is endeavouring, but in vain, to proceed calmly and methodically with his statue of Tydeus : " Oh, my life to come? My Tydeus must be carved—tis there in clay-But how be carved, with you about the chamber? Where must I place you ? When I think that once This room, full of rough block-work, seemed my Heaven Without you! Shall I ever work again ? Get fairly into my old ways again?— Bid each conception stand while, trait by trait, My hand transfers its lineaments to stone ? Will they, my fancies, live near you, my truth? The live truth—passing and repassing me— Sitting beside me ?" •