ellow's
face grew redder every minute; but perceiving that he was
observed, he lowered his voice in the _detail_, while he lifted it
in the worst places of his colloquy. 'You infernal scoundrel, and
caitiff, and villain,' says I, 'what do you mean, to insult an
elderly person like myself, in a public place like this?' and
then, said he, lowering his malapropos voice, 'then I shook him,
_so_.'

'Here he pushed me to and fro, with his septuagenarian gripe on my
collar, as if instead of a patient much bored _friend_, I was his
deadly enemy. When he let go, I found myself in a _ring_ of
spectators. 'Shame, shame! to insult an old man like him!' was the
general cry. 'Young puppy!' said an elderly merchant, whose good
opinion was my heart's desire, 'what excuse have you for your
conduct?'

'Thus was I made a martyr to my good feelings. I have never
recovered from the stigma of that interview. I have been pointed
at in the street by persons who have said as I passed them,
'That's the young chap that insulted old General ----, at the
Exchange!'

We should not omit to state that the publishers have done ample justice to
the work. It is beautifully stereotyped and printed upon new type and fine
white paper, and the numbers are enclosed in very neat and tasteful
covers. The work we are glad to say meets with a liberal and constant
sale.

ITALY AND THE ITALIANS. In a Series of Letters. By J. T. HEADLEY. In
one volume, pp. 64. New-York: I. S. PLATT.

Mr. PLATT has commenced a series of publications, at a moderate price,
which should secure a liberal share of the public favor. These 'Letters,'
which form the initial number, are replete with interest. Many of them
appeared in the original foreign correspondence of the '_Tribune_' daily
journal, where they excited the admiration of the press, and 'the people'
whom the press represents; but a large portion now see the light for the
first time. Mr. HEADLEY has not given us, in tiresome detail, minute
descriptions of galleries of art and public edifices; although his
description of St. Peter's at Rome, (a 'nice building, with a dome
handsomely scooped out,') is the most vivid picture of that world-renowned
structure that we ever perused. He has wisely chosen rather to illustrate
the people and country by things perhaps trifling in themselves, but which
give to the reader a constant succession of 'sket