RASH .STEkzi. ICNTew•ndcnee Of the Phtladclphin Evert Bullotin.l An hour after leaving the Palace Cenci, 1 wir standing by Shelley's grave, in the Protestant Cemetery. It lies sheltered in a uichr of the wall built around Rome by the Emperor 'Aurelian, and is marked bya simple slab reposing on the grass: "Pero ,- Bysshe Shellev, Cor Cordium. Natus lv Aug..Mo P th U ing of CtiCll;obithatt VIII ;ful la de l Ni CCX • 1 'N him t &Alt But loth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange.' . It is thus, with the aid of two lingua s, the representatives of the poet have commemaated his Ehipwreek, in the gulf of Spezia - his antique , funeral rite, and the conservation of his heart, which, by a natur,al condition, remained whole' after the fuel was exhausted. That car cordium that heart that used to beat so high with a vague revolt at all oppression—is what was laid, calm, large and free, under the snowy stone. Standing around, like games about an altar, are res a group of cypresses. their solid and dusky py dly stirring in the breeze; and, some splendid roses, all heated with noon, and stretching, back their broad. petals in the most voluptuous expansion, shed from time to time, a passionate leaf upon the name, or the date, or the verse ; while the toothed shadow of the grim Roman battlements . goes grinding slowly over the place of graves. A friend, more imaginative than 1, declares that it is all "just like Shelley." Near by, in the pietureSqUe neglect of the Old Heretic Ground, rests the lonely dust of Keats. A simple upright marble, planted 'at the grave's ham: - bears a elithatily-eurlyreomd-a-clumsily written legend "This Grave contains all that was mortal of a YOUNG ENGLISH POET, who, on his death-bed, in the bitterness of his heart at the malicious power of his enemies, desired these words to be eugraven on his tom e Lies b-s One tone: 'Her Whose Name was Writ in Water. 'February '24, 1821.' " From the foot of- the grave plunges the fosse which surrounds the inclosure; behind it extend the niches and machicolations of the Aurelian -. wall; and a noble relic of the statelier days of Rome, the tomb of Calus Cestius, steads Just be hind. like a watcher. 'This monument of the Augustan age, a proud pyramid 114,,. feet high, profiles its angle with Egyptian severity upon the blue, and once every day rakes the graves with its sharp shadow. At the time of my visit a crop of wheat, which the sexton had taken the liberty to cultivate out of the mass of Protestant dust, was swinging and rolling over the field in the golden air. A vase of dead flowers, abandcned upon the grave by a. passing votary, rattled or rustled in a mockery of homage. The cicale were chirping around, and a lizard, easily climbing by the in