“SfAfUEB IS Rome.”—Herman Melville,“ who,” said an enthusiastic Athenian admirer of his beautiful writings— entranoed theAmerioan public by the freshness and, mellowstyle of his South Sea adventures in the coralislanded world; who made the name of Fayaway a lynonyme for native grace; wna roamedand sailed and laughed with Doctor Long Ghostof Omoo memory j who drew the moonlit, mystic picture of Mardi, through which as througha mist- like atmosphere float the forms of Yillah,the shadowy maiden, Too my the equally Shadowy poet, Babbalanja the dreaming philosopher with hie flexible c!6ud-wreath pipe, *andOthers more’—very nominee umbra—abxdow* ofa shade; who daaed, us still more with the whitegleam of Moby Dick, through whose five hundred weird pages * all thoughts, all passions,feelings and delights,* chase each other ' likeshadows o’er the plain’—and in whom we havethe wildest and strangest mysticisms, mingled with the frankest and freest common sense andpractical knowledge of the world and Its ways,and the truest, most genuine American Democratic feeling”—will appear to-night before aCincinnati audience to discourse in the lectorium(Smith A Nison's Hall,) of the Young Men's Mercantile Library Association upon the Statn-tary of Rome. Mr. Melville’s lectures are saidto be admirably written, but none of our exchanges discourse upon the style of his delivery. If he would avoid the objection usuallyurged against our lecturers, he will speak du~tinctfy, and with animation, that all may bearThe public is extrem®ty desirous to see and hearr. Melville, and anticipate a rich literary repast this evening. Q