The death of Madame Bosio is a calamity—for it is nothing less— which has spread a gloom over the musical world. In her public charac- ter she was the brightest star of the day ; as a woman (according to the testimony of those who knew her well) she was good and amiable ; in every point of view an ornament and an honour to her profession. To enumerate the triumphs—to enlarge upon the talents and accomplish- ments of one whose short but brilliant career has been chiefly among our- selves, would be superfluous. It will suffice to say that she first appeared on the boards of Covent Garden Theatre seven years ago, when she was very young and little known to fame; that she has ever since been a re- gular member of the Royal Italian Opera Company ; and that she has been cut off in her prime, by a sudden and deplorable blow, while she was actually on her way to resume her accustomed post. Her death, it cannot be doubted, will make a dismal blank ; but we understand that' Mr. Gye has endeavoured to supply her place by engaging:the favourite parisian prima donna, Madame Pence.