respondent of the London Literary Gazette gives an account of an
interesting quarrel between the directors of the Theatre Royal at
Brussels and the Press. Disliking some of the criticisms of the latter,
the directors posted placards announcing that they had withdrawn from
sundry papers a specified number of free admissions worth a specified
sum per annum. The proprietors of the paper had sued them for libels,
and the case was before the courts.

Few of living literary men have enjoyed a wider reputation in the same
department than the celebrated German critic HEINRICH HEINE. The
literary world will, therefore, learn with regret that he is dying. An
article in a late number of the London _Leader_ says, that "paralysis
has killed every part of him but the head and heart; and yet this
diseased body--like that of the noble Augustia Thierry--still owns a
lordly intellect. In the brief intervals of suffering Heine prepares the
second volume of his 'Buch der Lieder;' and dictates the memoirs of his
life--which he will make a picture gallery, where the portraits of all
the remarkable persons he has seen and known will be hung up for our
inspection. Those who know Heine's wicked wit and playful sarcasm will
feel, perhaps, somewhat uncomfortable at the idea of sitting for their
portraits; but the public will be eager 'for the fun.' There is little
of stirring interest in the events of his life; but he has known so many
remarkable people, and his powers of vivid painting are of an excellence
so rare in German authors, that the announcement of his memoirs will
create a great sensation."

The King of Bavaria has formed the gigantic design of causing to be
executed a series of pictures on subjects derived from the annals of all
times and all nations; the whole being destined to form a sort of
pictorial universal chronology. But the expense and vastness of such a
project warrant the fear that it will never be realized.

The Emperor of Russia has resolved to have copies, in default of the
originals, of all the great paintings of the old masters of all schools;
and he is at present causing to be copied in Venice two great works of
Titian. It is to be done by M. Schiavone who is quite celebrated for the
skill with which he copies. The Ex-Emperor of Austria, it is said,
surprised to find, in one of his visits to Venice, that no monument had
been erected to the memory of Titian, ordered, at his own expense, the
construction of one worthy