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lion is approved ‘by the next convention, no i. )V delegates can be admitted thereafter, ex cept such as are actually communicants in the church. In reference to the case of Bishop Onder donk, it was, after considerable debate, re solved that the trustees off the Episcopal Fund he directed to pay to the Right Rev. Bishop T. Onderdonk, D. D., out of the income of the said fund, (excepting the portion set apart for accumulation,) the sum ot $2,500 annual ly, until the further order of this convention; to take effect from the first flay of the sitting of this body. Rev. Dr. Sherwood, of Hyde Park, offered a resolution to the effect that the diocese of N. Y. call upon the House of Bishops to ter minate the suspension of Bishop 0., or if they were not ready to do this, asking them to state when they would terminate said sus pension. This created some little stir, but was finally referred to the next convention, and after the usual exercises the convention adjourned, sine die. Church affairs thus with haste despatched, now for the Drama —a matter of unusual in terest at this time. Our theatres are all in most prosperous operation •; hut every eye is especially bent upon the fortunate establish ment of Mr. Niblo, the Astor Place Opera House. Here the great dramatic event of the season comes off to-night —the debut of the eminent tragedian, Mr. Macready. Specula tion has run high, ever since the arrival on our shores of the distinguished actor, as to the house which he would select for his appear ance in Gotham; everybody supposing that it would be either the “ Broadway” or the “ Park.” It seems that Fanny Kemble is not, as was supposed, to make her re-appearance upon the stage in connection with Mr. M. — Indeed, it is by no means certain that we shall have the pleasure of welcoming our lovely “ Juliet” at all. She is still, I believe, doing the rural, at Stockbridge. Mr. Macready is to be well supported during his engagement at Niblo’s, Mrs. George Jones, taking the heavy lady business. During the past week Mr. Hackett and Mr. Vandenhoff have been the “ bright particulars” at this favorite es tablishment, the former gentleman in his in imitable role, honest Jack Falstaft. At the Park, the celebrated Monplaisir troupe are drawing crowded audiences, with the grand ballet of Esmeralda. Madame Anna Bishop, the accomplished and populai vocalist, has returned to town, and will suc ceed the Monplaisirs this evening. At the Broadway, Mr. Collins, the come dian, has just completed one successful en gagement and entered upon another. The audience of the old Chatham, now called the National, are revelling in anew version of “La Esmeralda”; and at the Olym pic, Mr. Holland is as funny as ever. At the Bowery, Mr. Hamblin, the manager, is playing a round ol Shaksperian characters. Burton’s popular little theatre is always well attended. On Monday evening, a drama, new in Gotham, called “ The Toodles, or the Farmer’s Daughter,” was brought out here Mr. Burton himself taking the principal char acter, Timothy Tocdle, Esq. Although the house was kept in a continual roar of laugh ter by the comedian’s masterly personation, the finale accidentally capped the climax. It happens that at the close of the piece three several couples embrace each other upon the 6ta ge, and during this interesting ceremony the curtain drops. On the occasion in ques tion, although reasonably long and affection ate kisses had been exchanged, as per pro gramme, still the curtain obstinately refused to fall, and the involuntary prolongation of the tender scene was exceedingly amusing; especially the share of good Mr. and Mrs. hoodie, who increased the amusement of the audience by a variety of improptu and very apropos fun. On Monday night, despite the terriffic leather, the first grand Musical Festival of he season took place at the Tabernacle. The house, on the occasion, was, in addition to he gas-lights, illumined by one thousand u ax candles. Among the crowded audience §®®lT£H§{REl IL oT£§ tR AStf ® ASS‘fflf B* Were all the Italian Opera habituees, critics, amateurs, and the upper-tendom generally- The concert was under the direction of Mr. Fry, the new operatic manager, assisted by the celebrated pianist, Maurice Strakosch.— The orchestra on the occasion consisted of eighty performers, with a chorus of one bun- j dred and fifty voices. Among the performers j were Strakosch, Truffi, Benedetti, Rosi, Val tellina, the Labordes, Dubreuil, Timm. Ma ret/ek, Northall, and the Leiderkanz. Pico was announced, but was prevented by indis position from appearing. The Operatic troupe commence a three w r eeks season to-night at the Chesnut, in Philadelphia. New books are beginning to pour in upon us. The latest and most interesting issue is Miss Caroline May’s Female Poets of Ameri ca, from the press of Lindsay & Blakiston. — The work is edited with remarkable grace and ability, reflecting the greatest credit upon the authoress, a young and gifted debutante in literature, It contains biographical and critical notices of upwards of seventy of our lady writers, with copious and judicious se- j lections from their muse. Anew edition of Mr. Simms’ Atalantis, with other poems, under the title of “The Eye and the Wing,” is shortly expected from the press of Carey & Hart. By the way, the dis tinguished author is at this time on a visit to our city. It was my pleasure to meet him at a soiree a few evenings since. Mr. Willis publishes a puff preliminary of anew novel expected from the pen of H. H. Clements, with scenes laid in and about New York and Canada. Mr. W. is himself put ting forth in his “ Home Journal,” some cap ital translations of short current French no vels. He has in progress at this time, “Ci cio’s Female Friend,” by Paul de Musset. Anew paper, to be called “ The Drawing- Room Journal,” and to be edited by G. G. Foster, is spoken of. Ticknor, of Boston, is to give us anew edition of Whittier’s poems, and B. B. Mus sey another, of Mr. Holmes’. The poems of Miss Anna C. Lynch, beau tifully illustrated, will soon appear. The “Literary World” has been purchased and will be hereafter conducted by the former editor, Mr. Evert A. Duyckinck, and his bro ther, Mr. George Duyckinck. The Historical Society held a meeting on Monday night, when an important document in manuscript recently discovered at the Hague, was presented and read —an original account of New Netherland, written here in 1626, and transmitted by the Dutch Secretary* De Rosiere, to the authorities of Holland. Our city government is engaged in a num ber of valuable public improvements. It has been petitioned time and again to remove the pile of stones which has so long disfigured the Bowling Gre£n, and although it has not come to a sense of its duty on that point, it has on some others. The old wooden fence around Washington Park is at length to be replaced by an appropriate and elegant iron railing, on a granite coping. The work is already in progress, and when completed, will cost twenty-five thousand dollars. The Russ pavement on Broadway is still advancing, and there is some talk of enlarging the Bat tery. Last week, the freedom of the city, in a gold box, was presented to the gallant sailor, Frederick Jerome, who saved so many lives at the late burning of the “Ocean Monarch.” No less than fifty fires, none, however, of any very great extent, occurred here during the last month. Within the same period of time. 15,917 emigrants have landed at our wharves. “From the first of January to the end of September, no less than 143,238 emi grants have arrived in New York. More than half the whole number were Irishmen. Anew line of Ocean Steamers, to ply be tween New York and Liverpool, (Collins’ line.) will soon be launched. These vessels, which are to be inferior to no steamers in the world, will be severally named the Atlantic* the Pacific, the Arctic, the Adriatic, and the Baltic. They will be so constructed as to be converted at pleasure into war ships of the first class. In view thereof, the “ Express' 5 exclaims—“ Majestic as these noble seas, (whose names the vessels bear,) may our young steam navy carry the starry flag to their utmost boundaries, and ‘ Far as the breeze can bear the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home.’ ” Vive la vapeur Americainc! The 21st Annual Fair of the American In stitute is just open at Castle Garden. The inclement weather has prevented my yet look ing in. but I am told that the display in the mechanic arts is even more extensive and grat ifying than on past occasions. The young and beautiful wife of the Rev. John Newland Maffit, died last week of Ty phus Fever, at the early age of eighteen. — You may remember meeting her only a year since, at the Catskill Mountain House. Tru ly “thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh Death!” Shall I say anything about the weather here for three days past % Oh ! had I but that miserable “clerk” by the ears for a mo ment, wouldn’t he wince—gracious! Hour after hour, and day after day, has the rain poured down in ceaseless and bitter torrents; nothing but patter, patter, patter, and splash, splash, splash, from sullen morn to gloomy eve. Heavens! what times for rheumatisms and colds, and all the ills which flesh is heir to! In view thereof, the philanthropic and excellent Mrs. Jervis, who makes “cold can dy,” and treasures Henry Clay’s and Mr. Van Buren’s compliments in gold frames, has put forth anew poem. Here it is, and good bye to you: MRS. JERVIS’S COLD CANDY. When coughing or wheezing, Or snuffing or sneezing. Or panting with asthma, and that’s just as bad, Nothing of service is Save Mrs. Jervis’s Candy, without such no ease can be had. No longer heeded, Despised, superceded, Are nostrums for cold that were once all the rage; Nothing of service is Save Mrs. Jervis’s I Candy, for childhood, and manhood, and age. If bronchitis or ague, Or lung fever plague you, j Or a dry hacking cough shows consumption Is near, Nothing of service is Save Mrs. Jervis’s Candy, the throat and the windpipe to clear. a Even a stick of it, Some say a lick of it, Banishes hoarseness ahd sore throat afar; Oh ! of what service is Kind Mrs. Jervis’s Candy, for cough, influenza, catarrh. Sold wholesale, retail, etc., etc. Your friend, FLIT. Selected Jjloctrj). PARTING ODE Sung at the close of the ceremonies at the recent com mencement of Yale College. Peacefully, tenderly, Here, as we part, The farewell that lingers Be breathed from the heart. No place more befitting, O, house of the Lord Here be it spoken, That last prayerful word. Thoughtfully, carefully, .Solemn and slow! Tears are bedewing The path that we go ; Perils before us We know not to-day Kindly and safely, O, Lord, lead our way ! Upwardly, steadfastly, Gaze on that brow ! Jesus, our leader, Reigns conqnerer now! His steps let us follow, His sufferings dare Go up to his glory, His blessedness share. Patiently, cheerfully, Up land depart To labor and duty, With undismayed heart. . The ransomed, with gladness, To Zion we’ll bring, Shouting, Salvation To Jesus our king! OCTOBER. BY W. C. HR Y A XT. Ay, thou art Welcome, heaven’s delicious breath, When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf, And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death. Wind of the sunny south, oh ! still delay in the gay woods and in the golden air, Like to an old age released from eare, Journeying in long serenity away. In such a bright, late quiet Would that I Might wear out life like thee, mid bower and brooks, And, dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks, And murmer of kind voices ever nigh ; And, when my last sand twinkled in the glass, Pass silently from men as thou dost pass. Newspaper Xnaltrts. A FISH STORY; BUT A TRUE ONE. The desperate voracity of the pike is not more remarkable than the extraordinary re tention of life it possesses after being remov ed from its native element. The following is a remarkable and rather ludicrous instance of its possession of both characteristics, the truth of which may be relied on. An acquaint ance, who is a perfect enthusiast in the sci ence of angling, sometime ago strapped the creel over his shoulder, took the rod in his hand, and, with a plentiful and select assort ment of hooks, bait and fly, in his pocket, set off on a piscatory pilgrirflage, to the banks of the Clyde. There he casually encountered a shepherd, with his dog at his foot; and while exchanging news and a pinch of rappee with the pastoral patriarch, our acquaintance ob served a frog spring out of the grass in the water—which it had no sooner done than an immense pike shot with the speed of lightning from beneath the bank, and the next moment poor Monsieur Frog became an inmate of the monster’s insatiable maw. In an instant the five-piece hickory rod was screwed together, the hooks fixed to the line, and another un fortunate ‘ paddock ,’ as the shepherd termed it, being soon found and transfixed, otir friend retreated back to a proper distance and threw in the bait. No sooner had it dropped into the water than it was in the jaws of the pike, when the barbs were forthwith struck into his gums; and, after about half an hour’s despe rate tussle , a huge twelve-pound fish was laid on the green sward. Whilst our friend was undoing his rod and tackle, having made the shepherd a gift of the prize, the dog, who had watched the sport seemingly with much at tention, was going snuffing and smelling round the captive, and wagging his tail evi dently with great satisfaction. Tired at last with scrutinizing, the unsuspicious quadruped sat down with the bushy tuft of his tail lying temptingly near the jaws of the latter, it snap ped at and caught hold of it. No words can paint the terror and surprise of the poor dog at this unwonted assault on his person! First he bolted straight out for a hundred yards or so, like an arrow —then wheeled round with the circular rapidity of a mill-stone —and fi nally sprung into the water, thinking, no doubt, that his assailant would prefer eman cipation and safety in his native element, to the gratification of a malicious revenge. And so, no doubt, it would ; but the wishes of both were fated to be baulked—‘the hair having got so wrapped round the pike’s jaws and grinders, that the latter was totally unable to disengage nimself. Away swam the dog across the river, the pike tugging and tearing with might and main--now pulling poor Tray the ope moment fairly below the water by sheer weight and strength—the next lifting his hurdies “high in the air,” as it sprung aloft in its struggles to get free—at every pull the terrified quadruped bellowing forth his alarm; whilst the two spectators stood riveted to the spot, completely overcome by the lu dicrous novelty of the spectacle. Having landed on the opposite bank, the dog took direct for his master’s cottage (which was a gunshot or two off the river) at full ! speed—the pike throwing incessant pirouettes in the air, to each of which a lengthened howl was responded. Anxious to see the termina tion of this singular affair, our friend accom panied the shepherd across a neighboring ford, and on arriving at the domicile found the whole family, wife, weans, dogs, cats, and chuckies, in a state of tumultuous uproar and confusion that baffles description. The un fortunate dog had crept under the bed with his tail-piece t whence he literally sent forth shrieks of agony and terror. Having pulled him out by the neck, the gudewife’s shears were put in requisition, and the poor dog was soon freed from his truly unwilling persecu tor; yet notwithstanding all the bumping and thumping which the latter had undergone in its awkward career to the cottage, our friend assures us that the voracious animal actually 181