world, are in eternity. As yet, we have no intelligence of their arrival at Halifax, and it is to be feared that the Rinaldo was lost in a tremendous gale, in which it is supposed she must have been caught the first night she was at sea. Some of the New York papers are almost jubilant over the supposed destruction of these conspicuous traitors.
If Mason and Slidell are saved from the devouring sea, they will have a cold reception in England. The Times has taken the lead, in a terrible strain of denunciation, in warning the people to shun their presence. With the fate of Haynau before their eyes, they had better not be tempted to look in at Barclay and Perkins' brewery. If they are not answerable for fleeing patriotic ladies, it is said that their fillers have been largely concerned in whipping poor, defenceless slaves. English draymen have as little fancy for the latter performance as for the former.
Now that the death of Prince Albert is a fact in history, all classes of the people have reverently set their hands to the work of commemorating his worth. As no prince was ever so universally and deeply mourned, so will the memory of none
