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LITERARY INTELLIGENCE.

THE PLAY-GOER.

MR. J. S. KNOWLES.

The applause with which our old friend, Sheridan Knowles, was received, in the Glasgow Theatre, on Thursday evening, was as hearty and unanimous as it was well-earner and deserved. His good fortune seems to have renewed his youth, and we rejoiced to see the glow of health as evident, and his firm and manly bearing as conspicuous as, when a dozen years' ngo, he made his first bow to a Glasgow audience. As an actor we feared Mr. Knowles inight “v'erstep the modesty of nature, and we were therefore agreeably surprised to find him, subdued yet not tame, energetic yet not furious, effective yet not boisterous and, consequently, the important character he assumped, was representert powerfully, because it was naturally performed. Indeed, Mr. Knowles seemed not to see but to feel, and we shrewdly suspect that in Master Waller he has originated a character through which to breatbe his own sentiinents and feelings, and by his acting of it to convey them in the most powerful and distinct manner, to bis pleased and admiring audience. In the reception our citizens gare bim, they not only honoured the anthor-actor, but sufficiently proved that when real worth and merit come amongst them, they are neither niggardly of tbeir patronage, nor of their applause. Mr. Knowles was well supported throughout. The Julia of Miss Jarman was very respectable, perhaps there was 'ocuasionally a little want of confidence, which may have arisen from playing before the author. Miss Phillips and Mr. Lloyd performed their parts admirably: in fact, 'we 'never saw the former to greater advantage. At the close of the Hunchback, Mr. Knowles was Joudly called for, and was received with many a hearty cheer.

The Second Volume of The Family Topographer, containing Cornwall, Devon, Dorset, Hants, and the Isle of Wight, Somerset, and Wilts, is in the press.

An Essay on the Ministry of Local or Lay Preschers, by William Robinson, will soon appear.

A Fac-Simile of the celebrated Hymn, “ From Greenland's Icy Mountains,” by the late Bishop Heber, is nearly ready for publication.

The Devotional Letters and Sacramental Meditations of Dr. Philip Doddridge, is in the press, and will shortly appear.

A Weekly Miscellany, to be conducted by Mr. Pintock, is announced.

The Weekly Cabinet of Antiquarian Literature will soon appear.

Fifteen Months' Pilgrimage through untrodden tracts of Khuzistan and Persia, in a jo ney from India through Turkish Arabia, Persin, Armenia, Russia, Old Poland, Sco, by J. H. Stocqueler, Esq. is preparing for publication,

A History of the Non-conformist Churches and Ministero in Yorkshire, by the Rev. Thomas Scales, is about to be published.

DEATH OF DR. D. DAY.

LETTERS FROM THE COAST; OR THE BAM FAMILY AT SEA BATHING QUARTERS.

No. II.

MRS. BAM TO MISS BAM.

Rothesay, 25th June.. Dear Susan,--I got your letter by post, and I now write you by the steam boat to teach you a little economy. It was, certainly, thoughtless of you to be incurring the expense of postage, when you knew Papa had engaged with the boat people to take our luggage and parcels gratis, and all that you had to do was, just to put a bit of brown paper about your letter and tie it over with a chread. Though our money is, perhaps, as plenty as that of some of our neighbours I could name, yet we need not, for all that, be throwing it away at the cocks--besides, my dear, the plan I have mentioned is quite genteel and done every day by the first families here. I would not have wrote you so soon, but I wish you down on Saturday at furthest, as I want your advice about Lucretia. Lucretia, you must koow, my dear, has made an impression, am, as the gentleman, though pretty well in years and rrut much indebted to his looks, is able to make a bandsome settlement, I expect you will either persuade her to have bim, or hear what he has to suy yourself. Papa and I thought every thing was in a fair way, but yesterday tnorning she came ia to breakfast hanging her head like a water-lily, and began wbining about feelings and all that sort of nonseuse. Now, unless it be that foolisb affection for Bob I don't know what can be the matter with the girl. It's excessively foolish to lose a good match for a fidgety creature like him wbe can do nothing but play the fiddle and dance quadrilles, and, you know, though younger than you, yet Looky has no time to spare, so make up your mind, my dear, as to your own conduct, before you come down. Our neighbour Miss - bas played her card very well, and the old knave who lately came here, bump'd from

with the large forlune, bim, you know, whom so many ladies have been setting their caps at. It would seem, the free and easy elegance of ber morning dress had attracted the old gentleman's notice, and the sly one observed that the fish was playing about the hook, but she, poor innocent, never appeared to be aware of the circumstance till the question was popped, and then when be said snip, she said snap, and a good snap it has been, for I understand she will, at least, bare about tive hun. dred a year at bis death. So you see, Miss Bam, what early rising comes to, and what young ladies lose who lie sooring in bed, for I assure you it has been a morning affair altogether. For ourselves we have been pretty well in healtb, but we have been completely confined to the house with rain-except in the evenings when it chance to be fair-not a lady was to be seen save old Mrs. Guddle who went wandering about like a restless duck, from house to house to complain of the state of ber bones and gather the sympathy of ber friends as a cure for her rheumatism. But the weatber is now getting better, and our friend Dr. Guzzle says, the glass is getting up, but you will say, perhaps, it is always up with him--so it used, my dear, but Pa tells me he has been living very sober since he came to Rothesay.- Wisbing you a pleasant sail down, I remain, dear' Susan, your affectionate Ma,

It is with much pain we have to announce the sudden demise of Dr. Didimus Day, who, last night, expired at his mansion in Miller Street, at the goodly age of 112. To a most kindly and gentlemanlike deportment, he united the most versatile powers of mind. He was at once a dramatic and lyric poet, a biographer, a satirist, a wit, and a man of vertu. He was a profound scholar, and a modern linguist of the very first order, having given proofs to the world of an acquaintanceship, not only with the tongues, but with the literature of France, Italy, Spain, Germany, Persia, Arabia and India. To these high literary qualifications which bave spread his fame, far and wide, , and brought celebrity to his native city, he added so many amiable social qualities, that it has been resolved to give him a public funeral, and this morning, the following programme of the procession was agreed on, which is to take place on Monday :

Six Mutes, three and three.
Bar of Music, playing, “ Oh the days are gone."
Ten Leeries, with torches lighted, preceded by the City Laureate,
singing, “Oh The Day' is gone down o'er the Baltic's

broad billow."
The Secretary of the Commercial and Literary Society,

in deep mourning, Followed by the Members. — The Editors of the different News

papers, arranged in the following order.
Reformers' Gazette and Ursa Major.
Free Press and Trades' Advocate.
Chronicle and Scots Times.

Courier and Herald.
Stationers' Company, headed by two rival Bibliopoles,

bearing Gumphions. Mr. John Finlay, carrying a banner with “ The Day" reversed.

The Architect, bearing a plan of the Monument to be
placed in the Merchants' Park, with the following

EPITAPH.
Both clouds and sunshine linger'd o'er his name,
Exalted now beyond the reach of Fame:
Reposing here, beneath this verdant lawn,
He knows, for him, no brighter “ Day" can dawn.

THE BODY.
Editor of “ The Day” as Chief Mourner.

Pall Bearers.
The Council of Ten, followed by the Contributors.
Baillie Pirnie on Horseback, followed by Auntie Pyet in a

Sable Coach. The Original Publisher of “ The Day," followed by the leading

Members of the Trunkmakers' Society. Rejected Contributors in plain clothes, while the Procession closes with Mr. John Graham, Printer, bearing a banner on which is inscribed

FINIS.

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Doncus BAM.

PRINTED BY JOHN GRAHAM, MELVILLE PLACE

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