The Press. — London, England, 1856-11-29 00:00:00

MR : MOORE TO THE PREMIER ferences at Paris —as, without some friendly mediation, it does nut appear possible that hostilities between the two countries can be avoided. Our Law Courts this week have been occupied with some remark able cases. The " ticket-of-leave " man, NIARLEY, was yesterday found guilty of the murder of the unfortunate RICHARD COPE, and sentenced to death. His apprehension was a mere chance. The lad LERIGO, who was mainly instrumental in his capture, had passed the shop where the murder was committed on the assurance of some persons about the door that the cries were only the result of a mart beating his wife. When he had proceeded fifty yards, by an unaccountable instinct, he retraced his steps, and actually saw the murderer at his savage work. As the wretch left the shop he lighted a cigar, hoping to disarm suspicion by his coolness. The basket abstracted from the shop has not been found. Who could have had it? Another question is, who were the men about the shop door who said it was a case of wife-beating ? It is possible that the ticket-of-leave man had accom plices, who, taking the alarm in time, succeeded in getting clear off. The case of "S tvynfen v. Swynfen," in the civil courts this week, is remark able for the licence of one of the counsel employed, Mr. KENNEDY. It is impossible to conceive a mere unjustifiable attack than he made on Sir FREDERIC THESIGER, who, under the circumstances, succeeded in obtaining most favorable terms fin• his client. We have a strong per suasion that litigants cannot generally do better than trust their interests to the hands of their counsel. It is related of the great Lord HARDWICK that when he was at the height of his practice at the Bar, he usually managed, by confidence with the counsel opposed to him, to settle cases in art equitable manner without the expenses of protracted litigation. It were to be wished that the practice could be revived ; and in this particular case the lady who disputes the justice of the compromise arrived at, would certainly seem to be extremely ill-advised. Fortunately, Sir FREDERIC THESIGER S reputation stands so high, not only as one of the ablest counsel at the Bar, but as an honourable and high-spirited gentleman, as not to be in the slightest degree injured by the unseemly attack made upon him The gambling case will, it is to be hoped, prove a warning to provincials against the evils which may attend their curiosity to see a little of the mysteries of London life. The credulity of the dupe in this case is positively amazing. When it is understood that loaded dice are commonly employed in such London hells as this gentleman visited, the persons resorting to them will have little cause to wonder at what they have been accustomed to term a run of ill luck. Lord Palmerston—(for I scorn to call you my lord, you are nothing of the sort]—Civic Romanus Sum. You used those words in the House of Commons in 1850, as describing the attitude which an Englishman ought to take in the eyes of foreign despots. You have read my letter in the Times. Now, then, have I been in the attitude of a Roman citizen ? And, if not, whose fault is it? :44 s o , ... 34011,44.440411410111 064.....air0a1er 4 WAn'A1i ~ t 4 4' , "f a t& ' • • NOVEMBER 29, 1856. THE PRESS. 1141 is therefore actually hostile. It is said that Austria will support the THE MORRIS MOORE CORRESPONDENCE pre tensions of the King ; and France, without committing herself thus • far, has recognised the moderation of the King's demands. This Mr. Morris Moore, having returned to England, has lost no time in calling the difficulty furnishes an additional reason for the renewal of the Con- Prime Minister to account. The foll ow i ng no t es h ave a l rea d y p asse d b etween th em : CIVIS LONDINENSIS SUM. Ant—" Uncle Ned." I once knew the comfort of sleeping still a-bed, But that's all gone—long ago ; And now I lie with burglars and murders in my head, Till all of a tremble I grow. So it's get out your six-shooter, oh! oh ! oh! Double-lock above and below, For there's no more peace till they send all the scamps To the place where the scamps ought to go. Mr. Hill, he may talk as long as tongue may wag, But anyone with eyes for to see Knows that after all his care the rascals to repair He'll have to let the rascals be. So it's blunderbusses, pistols, and sticks, oh ! oh ! Don't stir out after seven ! or so-- If you do you'll be robbed, for they send no more The scamps where the scamps ought to go. We pay borough rates, and we pay lamp rates, And a rate for the protective police; But the lamps won't light, and the force in the night Just leave you to be choked in pence. But we've infernal machines let 'em know, know, know, And they're set in every house down the row; If the Government don't—why we'll send them ourselves To the place where such scamps ought to go. One cold frosty midnight we thought we should have died, There were noises like smashing of a pane; And next morning we found " 'twas the ticket o' leave A tryin' of the next door again." I've made my will long ago, ago, And my mind up to foreign parts to go ; For I'd sooner cross the sea, and be a Carribbee, Than be frightened into fits—l know ! MR. MOORE TO THE PREMIER. Lord Palmerston,—l wrote to you five-and-twenty minutes ago, and have had no answer. Beware, Lord Palmerston ! THE PREMIER TO MR. MOORE. Lord Palmerston presents his compliments to Mr. Moore, and has read that gentleman's letter in the Timer Lord Palmerston is very sorry that Mr. Moore had to pass a whole night without washing him self, but, as there are very good baths in Berlin, hopes Mr. Moore took one as soon as he was liberated. The attitude of a Roman citizen was that of a gentleman with a sheet on, and nothing else, and when Mr. Moore took the bath in question, he had a capital oppor tunity of thus displaying his figure to the Prussians. MR. MOORE TO THE PREMIER. Titled trifler, tremble at the thunderbolt ! It is not by disgusting levity that I will suffer you to wriggle out of my grip. I tell you, minion, that I was dragged to prison by the base agents of tyranny, and that I was told to go to sleep on a dirty old sofa. My par era were ransacked, and I demand reparation. If you are an English Minister, you will at once declare war upon Prussia, and if you are not, you are unfit to be in office, and I call on you to resign. In to night's Gazette I shall look for your decision. THE PREMIER TO MR. MOORE. Lord Palmerston presents his compliments to Mr. Moore, and regrets that the sofa was so old and dirty. Lord Palmerston fears that his engagements will not permit him to declare war with Prussia this evening, but when he is at leisure to do so he will make a point of letting Mr. Moore know. MR. MOORE TO THE PREMIER. Infamous aristocratic, is it thus that you trifle with man's inborn aspirations for sacred liberty? Wait, only wait, traitor, until I can calm myself down to lash you to death in the patriotic Morning Advertiser ! The brand which I will affix upon your brazen brow you shall bear until the ultimate hour of your abhorred existence. I now see how the atrocious villainy was carried out. You, trembling at my occasional philippics, hinted to the loathsome Waagen to eet the police upon me, and he, writhing under the chastisement I have so often inflicted upon his ignorant quackery (for he knows no more of pictures than you of patriotism), leaped at the idea of persecuting his chastiser. 1 will blow you both to the very devil! THE PREMIER TO MR. MOORE. Lord Palmerston presents his respectful compliments to Mr. Moore, and wishes to disabuse him of an error that may induce him to injure an innocent man. Lord Palmerston never had a word with Dr. Waagen upon the subject of Mr. Moore, except in one conver sation, the purport of which he has almost forgotten, but believes it was something about a supposed Raphael of Mr. Moore's, which Lord Palmerston fancied the latter thought should be purchased by the nation. MR MOORE TO THE PREMIER. You blazing monster ! You insufferable parasite ! You unde niable hypocrite ! 0 England, 0 my poor country ! I weep tears of blood to think that thy destinies should be swayed by a ribald like this—an antiquated jester, a swaggering fribble! Palmerston, I will have an answer. Will you demand reparation from Prussia for the outrage upon me? THE PREMIER TO MR. MOORE. Lord Palmerston presents his compliments to Mr. Moore, and suggests to him that the inquiry contained in his note is rather a matter for the Foreign-office than for Lord Palmerston. At the same time he would point out, for Mr. Moore's future guidance, that if he is silly enough to take speeches, made for the English House of Commons, as Handbooks of European travel, he is very likely to get into worse places than a room with an old sofa, and without a washing bason. Lord Palmerston has refereed to the Latin phrase, on the strength of which Mr. Moore involved himelf with the Berlin police, and finds that it simply meant at the time that Don Pacifico must be paid for Miss Pacifico's stockings, which had been destroyed by the Greeks. Mr. Moore, in trying to insert his own leg into that young lady's stocking, has evidently put his foot in it. MR MOORE TO THE PREMIER. Stifling the indignation with which I boil, I ask you, Lord Pal merston, in the calmest mannr, whether this is all the reparation I am to receive for an outrage unparalleled in ancient or modern history ? THE PREMIER TO MR. MOORF.. ..... My dear Mr. Moore,—Do you know, lam afraid it is. But if you like, in addition, to accept a new reading, by my young friend Mr. Bernal Osborne, of the Latin which has caused you so much trouble, you are quite welcome to it. In future, imagine me, when uttering that phrase, to be simply saying, "Si rig, liomanus Sum." " I'm a ruin 'un, if you like."—Most affectionately yours, _ PALMERSTON. MR. MOORE TO THE PREMIER. By all the infuriated flames of eternal--(We hare to apologise for breaking off, but the terrible language of Mr. Moore has so horrified our compositors that we found it impossible to reduce it to type.)