hich would scarcely pay half the expenses of a modern patent theatre
for a single night. Only let the reader think of the rush roof of the
_Globe_, and the gilt-work ceilings of our present theatres; the
open area,--and the cloth-covered seats of the pit; and the magnificence
of our saloons, halls, staircases, and corridors,--all in the noblest
style of architectural decoration--_Companion to the Theatres._

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Covent Garden was once the emporium of the arts and sciences, and the
residence of the chief nobility of the kingdom. Barton Booth lived at
No. 4, Charles-street; Colley Cibber lived at No. 3; and Easty's Hotel,
Southampton-street, was Mr. Garrick's; Mrs. Oldfield lived in the same
street; Wilkes built the house in Bow-street, next door but one to the
theatre--Garrick and Macklin lodged in it.--_Ibid._

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At Kirlees, Yorkshire, about three miles from Hutherfield, is, or was
lately, a funeral monument of the famous outlaw, Robin Hood, with the
following inscription:--

Here, undernead dis laid stean,
Lais Robert, Earl of Huntingtun;
Nea arter az hie sa geud,
Ah pipl kauld him Robin Heud.
Sick outlawz hi an iz men
Vil England niven si agen.
Obiit 24 kal Decembrio, 1247.

HALBERT H.

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REGENT-STREET.

The expenditure of the Commissioners of Woods and Forests in forming
this splendid street, is stated to have been 1,533,582l. 16s. 10d.;
and the probable revenue is 36,330l.

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STEALING PICTURES.

The celebrated Raphael of the Louvre--_Christ and his Disciples_--is
said to have been, at some unknown time, abstracted from its frame, and
a modern _copy_ substituted. The picture has been valued at
L20,000. and it is surmised that it has found a hiding-place in England.
Harlowe's _Kemble Family_ is also missing at the present moment.

_Literary Gazette._

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RAMSAY'S ACCOUNT OF HIMSELF, IN A POEM ADDRESSED TO MR. JAMES ARBUCKLE.

Imprimis, then, for tallness, I
Am five feet four inches high;
A black-a-vic'd, snod, dapper fallow,
Nor lean, nor overlaid wi' tallow;
Wi' phiz of a Morocco cut,
Resembling a late man of wit,
Auld gabbet Spec, wha was sae cunning,
To be a dummie ten years running.
Then for the fabric of my mind,
'Tis mair to mirth than grief incl