The Sun. — London, England, 1844-01-02 00:00:00

C I I opo i ° to rod Peninsula. It was stipulated, under the seine treaty, that thereafter no British settlement should be formed in the island of Sumatra—no treaty be concluded w ith any of the native chiefs by British authority—no establishment be made on the Caremons, on the islands of Bantam, Bintang, Lingan (by name), "oi any other i s l an d s sout h of the straits of Singapore; ' ' — no treaty be concluded, by British authority, with any of their chiefs respectively. Again—his Bri tannic Majesty, on the one hand, withdrawing the objections which had been taken on our part to the • occupation of Billiton and its dependencies by the .agents of the Netherlands' Government, the King of Rolland on the other, withdrew the objections which hid been taken to the occupation of Singapore by British subjects, and engaged for lihnself and subjects, " never to - form any establishment en any part of the peniasula of Malacc a , or to conc'ode (my treaty with any native prince, chiti; ,c;'tate therein." (This stipulation is the more notable, inasmuch as it is that the spirit and terms of w hich base :een most direct'y violated by the Dutch authorities, to eccoin plish indirectly the o f which is thus stated and disavowed.) The first article provided that the subjects of the two nations should be admitted to trade with their respective * possessions in the Eastern Archipelago, on the continent of India, and in Ceylon, on the fitoting of the most favoured nations. Anti by the secon I, that the subjects and vessels of one nation shall not pay on importation or exportation, at the ports of the Other on the eastern seas, any duty at a rate beyond double that at which the subjects and vessels of the Nation to which the port belongs are charged. That, as to any article on which nu duty is imposed when imported ur exported by subjects or in vessels of the nation to which the port belongs, the duty charged on subjects or vessels of the other shall, in no case, exceed six per cent. Other articles provided that no thing should be done to impede a free communication of native s of the Eastern Archipelago with the ports of the two Governments respectively. Second —Let us now see how these conddions hare been fulfilled on the part of the Dutch. It is needless to inqui re in what way they have been discharged by ourselves, for no pretence of complaint has been ever set up by the Dutch ; and, in these cases, they are n ever th e l ast to discover themselves aggrieved. They . r etained p ossess i on of Rhio, in Bintang, • al ugh affecting t o cons i der i t, under t h e i r own Go rnmeat, a dependency of Dutch Malacca, and therefore covenanted to be given up to us. They have —in disregard of pr ev i ous l y ex i s ti ng re l a ti ons o f amity which the British Government had established with all the States on both sides of the Peninsula, • and of treaties of commerce which they had concluded with all the chiefs of the western coact—forced some of these native Powers to renew obsolete treaties which had been entered into with the Dutch thirty years back, and therefore have set up heavy claims under their provisions. They have thus, too, strengthened the machinery they have set in motion for subjugating all Sumatra. They have annihilated the independence of Acheen, w hi ch, hi 1824, they thus pledged them selves, by treaty, to maintain. They have established settlements both in Acheen and Siack, in contraven tion of modern existing treaties of those States with the British Government, in which the former volun tarily undertook that no other nation but the latter should be permitted to do se. They have totally . contravened the provisions of Articles 1,2, and 4 of the treaty, in many ways. By a proclamation of the Government of the Netherlands' India (dated Feb. 14, 1824), it had been among other things de creed that all cotton and woollen goods manufactured hi foreign countries to the west of the Cape of Good Rope, whether imported in foreign or Netherlands' bottoms, should, thereafter, pay a duty of 35 per cent. when imported from any of the foreign settlements to the eastward of the Cape. Such duty was, ac cordingly (though clearly illegal after the treaty of March, 1824) levied on all cottons and woollens, British manufactured, imported from Singapore into any, of the Netherlands' possessions, till the beginning of 1834, when it was increased to a duty of 70 per Cent. ! • The same Government passed a resolution, dain ted 'November 1 4, 1834,.• effectually prohi bitg the importation of British cottons and woollens from Singapore into any of the Netherlands' dependencies in the Archipelago, saving only the ports of Batavia, Semarang, or Sourabaya, in the island of Java, inasmuch as it declared that they should not be allowed to be imported at all, unless accompanied with a certificate from the Comptroller . 4 9` . Customs at one of those ports, that such goods had been imported there and re-exported thence. B y this proceeding British cotton and woollen I nanUfactures have been totally excluded from LL ports in the islands of Sumatra, Banca, Borneo, and Celebes. Again, the treaty of March, 1824, expressly prohibiting interference with inde- Pendent native States by either party : the Dutch have notoriously and unblushingly employed the influence • Required by their possession of Macassar in Celebes, " to extend their influence by force and intrigue, to prevent the Bugis from carrying on their trade with Slngapore, to the great injury of our commerce." This is a brief recapitulation of some particulars in Which the Dutch authorities have nut merely in fringed upon, but outraged the treaty of 1824 between the two Governments. These facts, which are not 'open to controversy, are extracted from the Asiatic Ewfrom the Pulo-Penang papers, Lieutenant OLD " Account of the - British Settlements in the Straits of Malacca," private letters from Penang and Singapore, the Petiti on o f M erc h ants and In habitants of. Singapore t o . th e Ki ng i n Council " (1837 ), and very many other documents and parties 7f equal authority and standing. Tempted as we are (to pursue this subject much further, and to illustrate as we can easily do) still more forcibly the rapacity and bad faith of the Netherlande' Government throughout the whole of these transactions, we are 'willing, on this brief " outline," to appeal t o th e Public for a confirmation of our own strong impres aion--"that that remedy which our Governments, send even our Legislature has so long withheld rom i ttlese gri evous dis h onours to the British name anal injuries to British Commerce--notwithstandi ng all tke remonstrances, warnings, and memorials addressed b to the m , year after year, and se ss i on a f ter sess i on, y those, whose adoption of the facts must have suf ficiently guaranteed the perfect accuracy of the case thus stated —ought not to be postponed one day after the r e - asembling of Parliament in February next, beyond that at which the forms of the two Houses 'Will permit it to be organised and promulgated. v Ye are authorised to state that the report of the intended resignation by Sir John Rae Reid of his seat in Parliament, for this borough, is without foundation.— th,ver Telegraph. Oa S a t ur d ay afternoon, two porpoises were oh served gambolling in the river Thames, at a short dis ance from W estminster-bridge, on the north side. The 'Singular novelty' attracted a great crowd of persons. 'Theyinterval;.ere visibl e f or a l ong while at interval;. The fail- Town- counc il of ;Brighton have p urc h ase d a Town- counc il portrait of his Grace the Dul,e of Welling ton, by Simpson, who 14 upwards of twent the p r i ncipal assistant so Sir 'F. Lawrence. T }years w as he portrait is to b e placed in the T,Nwir.ball.' THE in COAL-WiIIPPERS' ACT.—Y es t er d ay, the Ist 'natant the Co a l- w h ippers' Act came into force. It con tains 48 clause s , i n eight divisions, i n t h e following or der :-1. Governm ent . f co:11-whipper s . 2. Coal ers' r egister. 3 . Coal-whipp.?rs' offi 4 whip- Coal-whip- G. 1, gal proceedi ngs. 7. Coal ce. . P i ng. 5. Regulations. . Whippe rs ' fund. 8. miseellan e on,.." Th e Commission. ers appointed aro styled o coiumioioners for th e Regis tr nd on and Regulati o n o f Coal-whippers in the Port of It is provided that aft •r the ISt of January, 1 844, a registry shall be opened for the registration of eoal whippers on the ,payment of a fee .1 4,1., of which register public notice shall be given, as also a warning to the men to be registcred, or to any other able bodied person wishing to follow th , occupation. By rinother enactment it is declared, • that otter the expi registry, it 'shall ration of one calendar at nth of er the opening of the a not h e lawful for a non-registered )41-whipper to work in the port of London, the '°''lY exceptions being actual servants of the owners 'IT purchasers of coals, or the labourers in the docks, or In eases where an unreasonable demand is made by a gar g• An office is to be established, and the men paid !'. II u oard, or at the nearest office, the only deduction fur ITlthe purposes of the Act beh g 4,11 P farthing in every ski - - g. There are vTricus penaltie... prescribed for disobe ,,,Lence. Rules are to be issued for the guidance of the ,141-whiPl'ers. The Act is to continue in oreration until r b ti arY. 1 846, aul to the end of the then next session (%.iii" 'Erliaenf. B wo ke 31St section it is enacted, that it all be lawful for jor justices before whom 4lity conviction shall take place, it' they or he shall think ,1° wder and direct any part, not . xceeding one-halt; ~, 4i,,e fines, penalties, and forfeituref, to be paid or ap ,l'o7u to or foe the use of the informer or i ifinlners, or lie:let: persons aiding or assisting in the appre -1.1,„41- of the off:n(lr r or offenders, or any of them. c ,"- port of London is, betwLen Lndun-biidge and wavesend, to Le fixed upon. THE MAGAZINES. BLACK IVO OD' S MAGAZINE. It is curious to see this high-Tory periodical— this staunch advocate for prerogative—this un flinching assertor for years of " the right divine of. Kings to govern wrong"--now, at length, t_.iiiig forward and acknowledging that, " hitherto, the municipal laws and institutions of this country have been defective, inasmuch as they have made or little or no provision for the adequate instruction of the people. Much, no don In, has been already done, but much still re mains to be done." What, is it Maga that thus insists on the education of the " vulgar" masses, and alludes without a sneer to the " Great Un washed?" Is it Maga that has at last fbund out that the old " municipal institutions" were de fective—she who strenuously resisted every pro position their reform when brought tbrward l.y the Whigs? We look to the title-page, &c., of die Magazine to see wiginr we are not in crror lint no, the g rave, but abominably ug ly face of old George Buclianan on the wrapper, you vinces it,; that there isi "no mistake," and that Blackwood is really becoming a very re spectable Reformer, like the rest of civilized Inc:utility. What a striking evidence is here of the irresistible force of public opinion ! Five years ago we should as soon have thought of seeing this desperate Tory pe riodical advocate the education of the people, as of seeing the Bishop of Exeter play Columbine in the pantomime. The " State Prosecutions," in which the above remark occurs, is, we pre sume, the production of a lawyer, or, at any rate, of one who betrays in every page quite a nervous anxiety to display his legal lore to ad vantage. It is a heavy article, and as dry as a chip. The " Adventures in Texas" are resumed this month, which we are glad to see, for the series abounds in stirring variety of incidents, which are put together with the dramatic tact of a practised workman. In the political diatribe, headed " Position and Prospects of the Govern ment," the writer rings the Tory tocsin, and calls on all his party to organise, so as to neutralise the influence of the Anti-Corn-law League. " Let every existing Conservative Club, or As sociation," lie says, " be stirred up into increased action, and put into real working trim fbrthwith." This is energetic advice, but it is too late. The vantage ground on which they have stood for the last two years, is gradually giving way be neath the feet of the Conservatives; there is discord in their councils—vacillation among their chiefs—distrust and perplexity among their subordinates—and instead of rallying or organis ing, they are far more likely to split into sections, each of whom' will make a point of keeping jealously aloof from the other. With their great opponent, the League, on the other hand, all is strict combination—strenuous, •persevering action. Every move th e y ma k e i s as n i ce l y calculated as the moves on a chess-board. They sound their way with the utmost precau tion—heave the lead so as to keep clear of shoal water. Hence their extraordinary success, which is the natural result of boldness chastened by judgment. In the present chapters of " Mars ton, or the Memoirs of a Statesman," we have some life-like sketches of the advance of the allied armies upon France under the Duke of Brunswick, together with a portait of that Quixotic republican, Lafayette, after his deser tion of his own troops. The Duke is painted in far too flattering colours, for he had little more of the soldier about him than his uniform, and with all his resources was never able for any length of time to make successful head against the raw French conscripts. The " New Art of Printing" is a whimsical quiz upon the present mania for illustration, wherein it is ironically re commended that artists should be everywhere substituted for authors, and that novels, politics, reviews, &c., should be engraved in stead of written. The " Banking -house" is now brought to a close, appropriately winding up with the crash of Mr. Allcraft's establishment, his own utter ruin, and subsequent fall in a du e l, where he received ample " satisfaction" right through the centre of the brain! His last inter view with his clerk is worth quoting-, and we'give it accordingly : " 1)o not take on so, my dear Sir,' said Barrage, running to him. ' Pray, be calm. lam sure you are unwell. You have been ill for some time. You should see a doctor--although I am very much afraid that your disease is beyond their cure—in truth I am.' " Burrage,' said Michael in a whisper, and still sighing convulsively—' It is all over. It is finished. Prepare for the crash—look to your own safety. Hide yourself from the gaze of men. It will strike us all dead.' " You frighten me, Mr. Allcraft—you are really very ill. Your brain is over-worked—you want a little repose and recreation.' " Yes, you are right Burrage—the recreation of a gaol—the repose of a tomb. We will have one, at least—yes, one—and I have made the selection. " Have you heard any bad news to-day, Sir ?' " None —excellent news to-day. No more hopes and fears—no alarms—no lying and knavery —eternal peace now, and not eternal wretchedness.' " ' Had you not better leave the bank, Mr. Allcraft, and go home ? Your hands are burning hot. You are in a high fever.' " Put up the shutters—put up the shutters,' muttered Michael, more to himself than to his clerk. Write bankrupt on the door—write it in large letters —in staring capitals--that the children may read the word, and know why they are taught to curse me. You hear me, Burrage " I hear what you say, Sir, but Ido not under stand you. You want rest—you are excited.' " I tell you, Burrage, I amquiet--I never was so quiet —never sounder in body and mind. Will you refuse to listen to the truth ? Man,' he con tinued, raising his voice and looking the clerk steadily in the face, lam ruined—a beggar. The bank is at its last gasp. The doors are closed to-night-- never to be re-opened.' " God forbid, Sir ?' " Why io ?—would you drive me mad ? Am I to have no peace —no rest ?AmCto be devoured, eaten away by anxiety and trouble ? Have you no human blood—no pity for me ? Are you as selfish as the rest ?' " it possible, Sir ?' "' It is the truth. But speak not of it. I will have your life if you betray me until the event tells its own tale. We close the door to night, to open it rr.) more. You hear the words. They are very simple words. Why do you stare so, as if you could'nt guess their meaning ?' " Oh—l have dreaded this—l have suspected it!' said Burrage, wringing his hands ; but it has always seemed impossibl e . P oor M r . Allcrait t' " Poor !' exclaimed Michael. Do you begin already ? Do you throw it in my teeth so soon ? You are in the right, man—go with the stream— taunt me—spit in my face—trample me in the dust !' " BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY. The most attractive feature in this -month's Misc, flatly • is decidedly Mr. Murray's " Phy siology of London Lite." The theme leas been often discussed, but it is one of those few of which we may say with truth that it is inexhaustible.. For Lo n d on i s not a mere wealthy capital of vast dimensions, but an epitome of the whole world. It has its races—its tribes—its colonies —cad' of which _is as distinct from the other, and has as little in common with it, as the Yankee has with the Red Indian. Moreover, it has its strictly defined boundary lines which separate the regions of civilisation from those of barbarism; and we firmly believe that the inha bitant of Belgrave-square knows less of the manners, tastes, habits, &c., of the half-savage mountaineers Of Islington or Brixton-hill, than lie knows of the usages of the Esquimaux. It k not ten years since Mr. Croker publicly con fessed his ignorance of the geography of Rus sell-square ; and the progress of northern dis covery has been so tardy since that period, that we believe even now the latitude and longitude of this all but terra incognita are not correctly ascertained. We once heard of a man of fitshion %dm by accident found his way into it, and when some hours after he returned to his acquaintances at the Carlton, and described the impression made on him by the singular appearance of the natives, it was considered a miracle that he had escaped the scalping-knife and the toma hawk. Many books have been written on " Ger many and the Germans," " Italy and the Itahtins," " Ireland and the Irish," but we think a work on " Islington and the Islingtonians" would be far more curious and novel, revealing, as it would do, primitive modes of life, costume, • tastes, and prejudices, of which the hishionable West -end luis little or no conception. To say nothing of other striking differences, midnight at Islington is high•noon at Belgrave-square; and when the civilised denizens of the latter locality are just sitting down to dinner, the unsophisti cated tribes of the former have concluded their slipper, and are journeying bed-ward. Mr. Murray, who writes so well about London and its suburbs, should take this theme in hand. We. know quite enough about Africa, and it is high time we should know something of that un travelled district lying eastward of Gray's Inn lane, or of the still more remote region of Brixton, which among other primitive luxuries, rejoices in the'comtorts of a treadmill. The " Fortunes of the Scattergood Family" opens with a lively sketch of the Essex marshes, and it journey in a night-waggon from Romford to London. The author is Albert Smith, who always writes best when he relies on his own resources, and does not imitate Boz. The illustrations by Leech are excellent. The " Genuine Remains of William Little" is to us wholly unintelligible. It is well-timed, however, forming, as it does, an► agreeable Christm.ts puzzle. In the "Fish street Catastrophe" the denouement is too long delayed, and the poem frequently hangs fire. The '' Gaol Chaplain" contains a narrative of a " Banker's Clerk," which is supposed to he re lated by a policeman. The story is ably told, particularly that portion of it which refers to the Castlereagh spy-system. The observations, which we subjoin, on head-waiters, &c., are from an en tertaininr article entitled " The London Hotel keeper :" " Among the memorabilia of hotels is the übiquity and insonmolency of head waiters. At all hours of • the day and night these wretched creatures are primed for service. The family which returns of t)ur from a ball, or the family which rises at five to start on a journey, finds them equally alert, after having waited at all the tables, and slaved after all the rings of all the bells the preceding day. It may be doubted, indeed, whether they behold their beds throughout the season,—a slight ablution or change of wig, being their utmost refreshment. Hence the curious weazoned old-boyish air of this peculiar and much enduring race of men, compelled to curtsy and submission to as many masters as the toad lying under the harrow, when ' ilka tooth gave her a tug 1" Be it not supposed that we have aught to urge against the venerable dignity of the Clarendon, or the modern refinements of Mivart's Apartment des Princes. These, and many others, are excellent after their kind. More over , if p eo pl e choose to be victimized by a hotel-keeper, the act and deed is their own. We are ready to attest that, when an Irish peer adduced to a Brook-street hotel-keeper a charge of three-and sixpence a-bottle for soda-water in a former bill as a' reason for having betaken himself elsewhere, mine host urbanely replied, Your Lordship ought to have told me what you intended to give. When properly arranged with, I can charge as reasonably as anybody.' What can an hotel-keeper say more ? " But for this highway and byway robbery during the harvest of the season, how, in fact, could the hotel-keeper enable himself to get through the autumn, when his house might just as well be closed as her Majesty's theatres, for any moneys taken at the doors? Saving painters and white-washers, not a soul crosses his threshold ; unless, now and then, some skinflint of a d owager , on her way through London from Broadstairs to her dower-house in some midland county, who saving for the sops of her parrot, and the board of her maid, expends not a sixpence in • the hotel ;—or a brace of tender parents conveying some young hopeful to Eton, and spending four and twenty reluctant hours in London, for a preparatory visit to the dentist. For six or eig ht: months, in short, every caravanserai stands empty as the heads of the honourables and lordlings who frequent it in May and July; its kitchen-range rusting; its curtains and hangings being required to down with their dust,' instead of its customers. Nevertheless, rent, taxes, and waiters, must be paid as regularly as if the hotel-keeper were not taking his pleasure at Rams gate, and his customers at three hundred miles dis tance. And how is this to be effected, we should like to know, unless by charging three-and-sixpence a bottle for soda-water while the sun shines, and the town is crowded ?" NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE, We expected more entertainment from the reminiscences of' " Prince Talleyrand " than we have met with. One or two of the anecdotes related of him are good—especially the hoax which he played off on an impertinent provincial functionary, who had visited him at his country seat,Valencay ; but altogether the article wears the appearance ofhaving been manufactured expressly to order, and if' we are not mistaken, the Prince's account of his - own melodramatic adventure with a friend of his in America, who suddenly went mad, and as suddenly conceived the project of his assassination, has already appeared in print. However, the article has some redeeming points; the incidental sketches of the chateau of Valencay arid its aristocratic inmates are neatly hit off; and those who are not very exacting as regards quality of anecdote, but are satisfied with mere superficial gossip, will be pleased with it. And here, while on the subject of Talleyrand, we cannot refrain from expressing our surprise that no authentic memoir has yet been published of this extraordinary man. The materials must surely be abundant and accessible without much difficulty, for rrom the time when, as Bishop of Autun, he solemnly consecrated the revolu tionary banners at the first celebrated meet- ng . at the Champ de Mars, down to the period of his last 'visit to England as French Ambassador, he was constantly before the pub lic—now holding office under the Directory— now concerting with Citizen Bonaparte the Eighteenth Brumaire—now conducting the most important diplomatic business of the Consulate and the Empire —now plotting the overthrow of the latter and time restoration of the Monarchy— and now, his last tortuous achievement, figuring as one of the chief confidential advisers of the King of the Barricades. The private life of this slippery and successful politician, who bade de fiance to the caprice of Fortune, and even made her his obsequious tool—his Slave of time Lamp, could of course only be written by a friend, but his public life is the history of his times, and might th(A-efore be written efficiently by any one flimiliar with that stormy epoch. Mr. Alison, we think, would acquit himself of the task with great success. The " The Court of Cupid" is an ingenious idea whose skilful working-out will re commend it to all lovers of light reading. Lady Londonderry, we see, contributes " A Narrative of her Visit to the Court of Vienna," and im presses us with a vivid idea of the conversa tional talents of Prince Metternich. We have been amused by the following touch of aristo cratic prejudice :—" Five o'clock dinn ers ," says the Marchioness, " are to me very disagreeable; they entirely cut up and destroy the day, and are extremely inconvenient to persons who like a long morning." In our old-thshioned simpli city we had forgotten that a West-end London morning- does not commence till two P.M., and that midnight occurs about the time when ,we are busy with our breakfast. But we have one comfort—it is never too late to amend the error of one's notions. "Barak Johnson" is a tragic narrative, told vigorously and unaffectedly by Miss Strickland. The illustration that accom panies it, is too exaggerated in expression. The murderer does not look as if be were bent on dis- patching his victim to the capacious bosom of Abraham, but simply as if he were making wry faces under the influence of a brisk dose of Epsom salts. " A Visit to Rousseau's Residence, Les Charmettes," has one besetting fault—namely, that it takes too favourable a view of the charac ter of this maudlin, vicious sentimentalist, who did more to corrupt his age and that which im mediately succeeded it, than any dozen authors of his time. We 'bar we shall shock the prejudices of many of our readers, when we state our deliberate conviction that Rousseau never had a healthy, natural feeling in his life. He was that meanest of creatures, a selfish, whining egotist, and 'we trace much of his malign influence in the earlier writings of Byron, and the rhapsodical bursts of Hazlitt. " People when at Route" exhibits, in a satirical, but not ill-natured spirit, the difference between a family circle made up for company, and the same family when alone in the retire ment of their sitting-room. Mr. Poole's essay on " Gentility—Vulgarity" reminds us of some of Steele's best essay's in the " Tatler." We sub join Miss Cook's " Song of the Winter Tree," chiefly for the adroit and ready manner in which the moral application is brought . in in the closing stanza : • What a happy life was mine when the sunbeams used to twine Like golden threads about my summer suit ; 'hen my warp and woof of green let enough of light between, Just to dry the dew that ling‘rcd ut my root. " What troops of friends I had when my form was richly clad, And I was fair 'mid fairest things of earth ! Good company came round, and I heard no rougher sound Than Childhood's laugh in bold and leaping mirth. " The old man sat him down to note my emerald crown, And rest beneath my branches thick and bright ; The squirrel on my spray kept swinging all the day, And the song birds chattered to me through the night, " The dreaming poet laid his soft harp in my shade, And sung my beauty, chorussed by the bee; The village maiden came to read her own dear name, Carved on my bark, and bless the broad green tree. " The merry music breathed, while the bounding dancers wreathed In mazy windings round my giant stem ; And the joyous words they poured, as they trod the chequQred sward, Told the green tree was a worshipped thing by them. " Oh, what troops of friends I had, to mako my strong heart glad, What kind ones answerad to my rustling call I was hailed with smiling praise, in the glowing summer days, And the beautiful green tree was loved by all. "But the bleak wind wind hath swept by, and the gray cloud dimmed the sky, My latest leaf has left my inmost bough ; I creak in grating tones, like the skeleton's bleached bones, And not a footstep seeks the old tree now. " I stand at morning's dawn, the cheerless and forlorn ; The sunset comes and finds me still alone ; The mates who shared my bloom have left me in my gloom ; Birds, poet, dancers, children—all are gone. E 1 ~~rIS~ ) liste d terd B l 4 • iderc' :e sal ei I been itanc el I ther g , , a rc" :tent 1, si ttV tris ill ;earl: in u"; ice, °' Nal° [trb - , ~. el an' I 7 `~ THE SUN, LONDON, TUESDAY MORNING, JANUARY 2, 1844. "The hearts that turned this way when I stood in fine array, Forsake me now as though I cased to be ' • I win no paint er ' s gaze, I h ear no minstrel's lays, The very nest falls from the leafless tree. " But the kind and merry train will be sure to come again, With love and smiles as ready as of yore, I must only wait to wear my robe so rich and fair, And they will throng as they have thronged before. "Oh, ye who dwell in pride with parasites beside, Only lose your summer green leaves, and t'e'll see That the courtly friends will change into things all cold and strange, And forget ye as they do the winter tree." HOOD'S MAGAZINE. Mr. Hood takes the field in strong force this month, with prose and verse of the best, serious and humorous, matter-of-fact and fanciful, and _plenty of all. His prospectus prepared us for amusement, and what is a very remarkable cir eumstance—for prospectuses are notorious liars —it promised us nothing which the Magazine, of ;vhich it was t h e avant cour i er , h as not rea li se d . We were told t o expect poetr y that s h ou ld b e something better than a mere tagging together of rhymes, and lo! we have it in the "Haunted House !" We were told to expect drollery, which should possess humour of idea as well as of expression, and, lo! it rises before us in the shape of Mr. Burrage, the tee-totaller, and his drunken helpmate.! Henceforth let not pro spectuses be totally discredited, but let it be charitably conceded to them, that it is just pos sible that they may once in a way speak the truth, if only by accident!. And now "to busi ness," as they say on the Stock Exchange. The " Haunted House" is a rhymed romance by the editor, of a stern and ghastly character, and abounding in descriptive touches as vigorous and circumstantial as any to be met with in the " Peter Grimes" of Crabbe, or the " Moated Grange" of Tennyson. The story, such as it i s , is vaguely hi n t e d in outline, which —very judi ciously, we think—is left to be filled up by the reader's imagination. If we have a fault to find. with this impressive poem, it is, that it is rather too much overlaid with description, and that the same images are more than once repeated, varied only an point of expression. We gi ve a few of the most graphic passages : " The keyhole lodg'd the earwig and her brood, The ennnets of the steps had old possession, And march'd in search of their diurnal food In undisturb'd procession. " As undisturbed as the prehensile cell Of moth or maggot, or the spider's tissue, For never foot upon that threshold fell; To enter or to issue. " O'er all there hung the shadow of a fear, A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted. " Howbeit, the door I pushed —or so I dreamid— Which slowly, slowly gaped,—the hinges creaking IVith such a rusty eloquence, it soem'd That Time himself was speaking. " But Time was dumb within that Mansion old, Or left his tale to the heraldic banners That hung from the corroded walls, and told Of former men and manners. " Those tatter'd flags, that with the open'd door, Seemed the old wave of battle to remember, While fallen fragments danc'd upon the floor Like dead leaves in December. " The startled bats flew out—bird after bird— The screech-owl overhead began to flutter, And seem'd to mock the cry that she had heard Some dying victim utter! " A shriek that echoed from the joisted roof, And up the stair, and further still and further, Till in some ringing chamber far aloof It ceased its tale of murther! Meanwhile the rusty armour rattled round, The banner shudder'd, and the ragged.streamer; All things the horrid tenor of the sound Acknowledg'd with a tremor. " The antlers, where the helmet hung and belt, Stirr'd as the tempest stirs the forest branches, Or as the stag had trembled when he felt The blood-hound at his haunches. " The window jingled in its crumbled frame, And through its many gaps of destitution Dolorous moans and hollow sighings Caine, Like those of dissolution. " The wood-louse dropp'd, and rolled into a ball, Touch'd by some impulse occult or mechanic; And nameless beetles ran along the wall In universal panic. " The subtle spider, that from overhead Hung like a spy on human guilt and error, Suddenly turned, and up its slender thread Ran with a nimble terror. " The very stains and fractures on the wall Assuming features solemn and terrific, Hinted some Tragedy of that old Hall, Lock'd up in hieroglyphic." The lines which we have marked in italics are full of apt significance; and, in particular, the investing of the banner with conscious life by applying to its flutter in the wind the epithet "shuddered," breathes the true imaginative spirit. Mr. Hood must give us more poems of this sort, for it is a nobler i n tellectual triumph to stir the heart th an t o t i c kl e t he midriff. In the cc Reminiscences ofßayonne" an affectinpi anec dote is related of a young and ardent Spanish girl who became insane from having met with the very common-place catastrophe of a cross in love. Greatly to our satisfaction and somewhat to our surprise, she does not—as is the case with most heroines i n sent i men t a l magazine tales— go mad to the s oun d o f so ft music, with dishe velled wn. tresses ,, A 'talehanging of l T o c os m e plyeion is rather eccen n her white mus lin trio than h umorous , an d i s thrown in. we presume, by way of make -weight. "G reat Tom of Oxford" is the narrative of a drunken collegian who fell-J.—or dreamed he fell—into the ball of a bell, and while thus incarcerated, held an edifying conference with the tintinnabu lary Spirit. Parts of the story are well enough ; but, as a whole, it should either have been more humorous, or m ore b o ld an d decided in its w ild extravagance. At p resen t, it halts tamely a n d timidly between the two extremes. " Mrs. Barrage, a Temperance Romance," is told in the quaint, desultory, arch, and roundabout manner of'' Tristram Sha n dy." Th e humour, however, i s : t i l e c c e outlt. author's , A ow lbu n, "Albums" is it is turned to excellent is very so - so twaddle. Luckily, it is short. " A Christmas Carol in pen, we suspect— o f M r . Di c kens's latest Prose," is a gen erous not i ce ---from the Edit or ' s produc tion, which we reviewed a day or two since in The Sun. "An Irish Rebellion" is a capital quiz, written in the imperfect and perplexing. English of a maid-servant, of the formidable ac counts with which the papers have so long temed, of the rapid progress of the Repeal agitation. In closing oar notice of this new periodical, we m us t no t o mit to mention th e admirable engraving which is prefixed by way of illustration, to the " Haunted House." We know not when we have seen a work of art more carefUlly finished, even to its minutest details. AINS WORTH'S MAGAZINE. Mr. Ainsworth opens his new tale of "The Court of Queen Anne" with much animation and directness of purpose, bringing- us at - once, and without ceremony, into the company o f so me l i i l e ow less eNi,e he insists on that, r of his leading personages. ItprouNe will rtraying• the • just whisper Dukeot i ' n Ailiaisrlebaorrotuhgalti, t great General's " magnanimity " the better, for he had not an atom of it in his character. Am bition was his idol, and to this he unhesitatingly in sacrificed consistency — principle—honour —gra titude—every qualigY, short, that constitutes the real greatness of humanity. He was beset too, in his autumn and Ins old age, by that of passions, ava rice; be magnani mous?rpaltriestie ; i 1 o vFussing and t h then could most ne ou this lds uc slight l igll 1t humiliating a defect in the pre liminary liminary sketch of the Duke's character, w e may observe that Mr. Ainsworth has been sin gularly fortunate in his choic e o f su bj ect; an d his dextrous introduction of the wily adven turer, Guiscard, will give him an opportunity in due course of exhibiting his admirable de scriptive powers to advantage, in that im pressive and dramatic scene where the baffled spy attempted the assassination of Harley at the Council-table an incident which Swift has told so feelingly an unusual thing with him—in his "Journal to Stella." The dialogue between Marlborough and his wife, aoifidtitlbeii•crible manner, being where Mrs. Masham is the th eme of t h e i r dis suspicion, is in the cou1 ; a-correct index to Character—th e greatest recom mendation e authors a n most 1 ost the natural object that dialogue can possess. Charles 011ier's " Adventure of a Benighted Traveller," though slight and barren in point of incident, is told so pleasantbr that it is impossible to read it without interest. "Daphne of Antioch" de scribes with infinite minuteness of detail that enchanting, voluptuous spot, of which Milton has spoken in all the sternness of his Puritanism, and which Gibbon—fbr this sort of theme was greatly to his liking —bas sketched with such unction in his unrivalled history. Mr, Francis Ainsworth, we perceive, is at variance with both these great authorities, and insists with more ingenuity than force, that the grove of Daphne has been shamefully calumniated by the satirists of the middle ages. In the present chapters of Dr. Maginn's "John Manesty," the plot begins to clear up a little, and the sanctified merchant bids fair to turn out, as we suspected he would do from the first, a pretty considerable rogue— a change by no means uncommon among,- those who profess particular devoutness. For our own part, we must honestly confess that we infi nitely prefer a scamp to a saint. There is hope from the one; but when roguery once takes a pious turn, swindles by the agency of the Bible, and lifts up its evangelical eyes while it is picking its neighbour's pocket, all chance of amendment is lost, and nothing is to be antici pated but - Norfolk Island or the gallows. " Jeremy Scrap, the Optimist," is a sprightly tale, which inculcates precisely the same moral as Voltaire's '' Candide." But Scrap is a more respectable "Optimist" than the philosophical lover of Miss Cunegund's maid-servant, and is by no means sage or aphoristic in his turn of mind. Mrs. Hall's " Long Hours" is conceiv, d in a kindly spirit, and we trust will have the effect of directing public attention in sonic de gree to the sufferings of the poor, ovvrtasked female dressmakers who, Heaven knows, stand in need of all the assistance that can be extended to them. By way of w ind-up to our notice, ‘ve may state that a charming likeness of the Editor, from the flattering pencil of Maelise, who has re presented him sitting in a most picturesque and exalted mood, in a high-backed Elizabethan arm-chair, adds greatly to the value and attrac tions of the Number. We quote a graphic description of the popular bustle on a Royal birth-day, from the new romance of the "Court of Queen Anne":— " The Royal birthday was usually kept with extra ordinary splendour during the reign of Anne, but on no previous occasion was it accompanied with so much magnificence and rejoicing as on the sth of February, 1707. Preparations were made for a general illumination, and the bent of popular f ee li ng was proved by the fact, that wherever the Queen's name appeared, it was sure to be followed by that of the hero of Blenheim and Ramilies, while trans parencies were placed in the most conspicuous situa tions, representing the chief events of the recent cam paign. Bonfires were lighted at an early hour, and the French King, the Pope, the Pretender, and the devil, were paraded in effigy through the streets, and subsequently burnt. The weather was in unison with the general festivity, being unusually fine for the season. The sky was bright and sunny, and the air had all the delicious balminess and freshness of spring. Martial music resounded within the courts of the palace, and the trampling of the guard was heard, accompanied by the clank of their accoutre • meats as they took their station in St. James's -street, where a vast crowd was already collected. About an hour before noon, the patience of those who had taken up their positions betimes promised to be re warded, and the company began to appear at first somewhat scantily, but speedily in great numbers. The science of the whip was not so well understood in those days as in our own times, or perhaps the gor geous and convenient, though somewhat cumbersome vehicles then in vogue were not so manageable; but, from whatever cause, certain it is, that many quarrels took place among the drivers, and frequent and loud were the oaths and ejaculations they poured forth. The footpath was invaded by the chairmen, who forcibly pushed the crowd aside, and seemed utterly regardless of the ribs or toes f those who did not instantly make way for them. Seine confusion ne cessarily ensued ; but though the crowd were put to considerable inconvenience, jostled here and sq uee z e d there, the utmost mirth and good-humour prevailed. Before long the tide of visitors had greatly increased, and coaches, chariots, and sedans were descending in four unbroken lines towards the palace. The curtains of the chairs being for the most part drawn down, the attention of the spectators was chiefly directed to the coaches, in which sat resplendent beauties, bedecked with jewels and lace, beaux in their costliest and most splendid attire, grave judges and reverend di vines in their respective habiliments, military and naval commanders in their full accoutrements, foreign ambassadors, and every variety of character that a Court can exhibit. The equipages were most of them new, and exceedingly sumptuous, as were the liveries of the servants clustering behind them. The dresses of the occucants of the coaches were varied in colour, as well as rich in material, and added to the gaiety and glitter of the scene. Silks and velvets of as many hues as the rainbow might be discovered, while there was every kind of peruke, from the courtly and modish Ramilies just introduced, to the some what antiquated but graceful and flowing French campaign. Neither was there any lack of feathered hats, point-lace cravats and ruffles, diamond snuff boxes and buckles, clouded canes, and all the et cetera of beauish decoration." - FRASER'S MAGAZINE. Fraser is certainly not among '' the shining ones"—as John Bunyan would say—this month. There are one or two clever papers in the Num ber before us, but the majority of them do not rise above mediocrity, and the utmost we can say in their praise is, that they do not sink be low it. We miss that pleasant gossip about English poets and poetry which used to be so frequent in the Magazine a few months ago, and whose place is ill supplied by the lucu brations of a writer who signs himself " One who has a Good Memory." This gentleman's biographical sketch of the Queen, which, in consideration of the subject, takes preecdence of all the other articles in the present Number, is a very wishy-washy affair, fruitful of solemn twaddle, and of anecdotes which, even if true, were scarcely worth re- lating. The close of the memoirs is exceedingly rich. After describing her Majesty's appear ance on her return to Buckingham Palace, when she had prorogued the last session of Parlia ment, and telling us what was passing in her mind at the time—how she reflected with delight that she had expressed herself strongly in favour of the union between England and Ireland; had announced her intention to maintain the integrity of the Constitution unim paired ; to put down fiction, and, in short, do everything that a Sovereign should do ;—after assuring us that such were the varied reflections that passed through the Royal mind, the writer proceeds to observe, " the Queen looked all this!"—a most wonderful and comprehensive look, which reminds us of Lord Burleigh's equally comprehensive shake of the head, whereby he intended it to be implied that he was labouring with philosophic and statesman like thoughts too deep for utterance ! If a gentleman must write nonsense, let bins at least forbear from making Majesty ,the theme of his twaddle. The Luck of Barry Lyndon" is a paper of a far different order, in point of merit. It is a smart—animated—rapid narrative, which flows easily and uninterruptedly on, and ex hibits much of that breadth of humour, which formed so prominent a feature in the periodical contributions of the late Dr. Magian. The sketches of Irish character show that the author— Michael Angelo Titmarsh—had all his wits about him during his late excur sions in the sister-country. " Scenes from the March to Moscow," describe the gradual advance of Napoleon's immense army, after leaving the shores of the Niemen. According to the writer, a Prussian Hussar it must have bee n a sa d scene of confusion and discomfort even from the com mencement of the march, for the commissariat had been wholly neglected, and the enormous masses of troops were in a great measure left to shift for themselves. We quote from a brief memoir of " Kate Kearney," the following an ecdote, which originated the well-k nown I r i s h proverb—" as old as Kate Kearney :" " But Kate Kearney, the charmer of Killarney, is known to us only by report of her youthful beauty. The Kate Kearney, whose longevity has passed into a proverb, was a native of Wexford, and is, or ought to be, an historical personage. In the year 1649, Cromwell, reeking from the slaughter committed at the storming of Tredah, appeared before Wexford, and commenced the siege. The garrison made some slight defence, but shortly held a parley, to treat for terms of capitulation. During the parley the gar• rison neglected their guards, as some write, or, as others aver, the guards were drawn off by the treachery of Stafford, the governor. Cromwell's troops rushed into the town, and following the com mand of their stern General, to give no quarter, com menced a furious and indiscriminate butchery. The young, the old, the woman, the infant, the armed, the defenceless, all fell victims in the carnage. Cromwell rode slowly and triumphantly up the principal street, unmoved by the yells and screams, and the rivers of blood and mangled carcasses, that met his ears and eyes. As he advanced he came to an isolated group of dead. There lay an old man weltering in his blood, and the corpses of several young men heaped around him. A girl, respectably dressed, and appa rently about seventeen years of age, hung over the bleeding bodies, wringing her hands in an agony too deep for words or tears. But she started up at the near tramp of the war-horse ; and, snatching with a frantic grasp at the bridle, she stopped the animal, and glared upon his rider. Her hair was flung back from her forehead, and fell dishevelled on her shoul ders ; her brow and hands were stained with blood, her eyes were wild, and her pheeks deadly pale. She presented such a ghastly appearance, that even CroM , well's iron heart quailed for a moment. In the name of God,' she addressed him, in a voice hoarse from emotion,—' In the name of God, have you not had blood enough ? Look I there lie ray father, my brothers, my betrothed husband,—all that belonged to me ; Does not this satisfy you ? Have you not had blood enough? How will you answer to a mer ciful Creator for what you have already shed r Crom well uttered not a word, but disengaged his bridle /> from her grasp, and rode on. Ti.t the appearance and the words of Kate Kearney had awed bitn, and he gave immediate orders to stop the carna;a! : a rem nant was saved, a miserable remnant indeed ; but Wexford was happier in this revect than Tredah, from which but one solitary , individual c•capc,(l.‘l,ltll life from the swords of Cromwt-..11's fana:ieal sQldiers Kate Kearney survived the siege of IVex:'ord, and the slaughter of all near and dear to her, fur up.vards of a century." TAIT'S MAGAZINE. The indefatigable Mrs. Gore—who fortunately fur us is as amus i ng as s h e i s i n d us trious, and who almost rivals the renowned Prince;s Sche hezerade in the number of her tales—con!ribates another work of fiction to th e pages of Tad, under the title of " Blanks and. Pr;Zt`f, or the Wheel of Fortune." As a clia,ater or two only of this story are yet before us, we cannot under , take to pronounce a decided opinion on it ; hut we may state that it opens well; that the mealy mouthed country physician, Dl. To:ldles, looks very like a portrait from life; and that the dry, stingy old maid, Miss Lavinia Mzade; whose quaint, obsolete furniture, "b:ineazioal hy her graudmother, was rubbed and scrub!) d a t I bur nished till it acquired a sort of ironic :I freshness, like the - youthful airs of an old beau," is sketched in that spirit of'' merry malice" which is so conspicuous a feature in the ina . ority of Mrs. Gore's fictions. In the slight and hasty notice of "Lord Jeffrey's Contri!JutioUs to the Edinburgh Review" his Lordship is taken to task for h'it well-known criticism on the Lake poets, which, observes the writer, "augur something like limited imagination or a narrow ranee of poetical emotion." This is by no means a-legiti mate inference front the circumstance of the critic's inability to discover the profound gen i us of Peter Bell, or the fancy and sensibility Of the Laureate Odes. On the contrary, we a proof of his refined taste and -discrimination. Lord Jeffrey was unquestionably —we say was, because we believe he has long ceased to wr;te —the most intelligent critic of his day, endowed with less sensibility perhaps, than Hazlitt, but far sounder in his judgments, because less liable to be biassed by his p re j u di ces, an d posseSsed of • .a• far more extensive range of information. We owe to 116 pen the subtlest analyses that have ever been given of the poetical powers of Byron, Crabbe, and Moore ; and his account of Swift ' and his writings, coloured as it may be here and there by an evident - dislike of the man, is run informed with 'weighty truth. The " National Anti-Corn-law League" is a poem very much in the manner of Ebenezer Elliott, when in one of his ultra-truculent moods. - In the " Reminis cences of Dublin College Life," we find some de tails respectint the well-known Historical So ciety when in :14 decline, but we should have preferred reading about it when it was hi its full meridian vigour, and Plunkett and Bushe were among its orators. The " Recollections of Sir Walter Scott," are—if the truth mutt be told— a little too twaddling this month. Here, how ever, is an amusing anecdote or two respecting the poet's favourite dog Maids, of whom honour able mention is made in Lockhart's Life of his illustrious father-in-law : "One morning, while at breakfast, a woman called, complaining that Maida, Sir Walter's stag-hound, had bit her child. And did not I give you some thing handsome. to help to cover it ?' said Sir Walter. You did so ; but lam told that if the dog is not hanged, the bairn will go mad.' Ido not think that the crime deserves death, as the child is not yet dead ; but Maida shall be banished; and if the child die, he shall suffer, which is the law of the land ; and there is some more money.' " Maida was an ill-natured tyke, and no favourite with me. He once attacked me. I met him in a narrow path; and he stood in the middle, disputing my passage. Having, by good luck, a Measuring pole in my hand, ab ou t eight feet in length, I pre pared to make my passage good. If I had turned my back, he would have been on me immediately. I advanced, and with my good ash pole hit him a whack along the ribs, on which he gave a fearful howl, and fled. So much for the courage of this Highland brute. On telling it to his master, he would not believe it. will again defend myself in your presence ; indeed, I will make believe to attack you, and you shall see whether this Highland hear of yours will be bold and faithful in defending his very kind and - over-partial master.' Ido not entertain the smallest doubt of his courage and affection; but it may be as well not to put it to too severe a test. " One morning I heard a dog howling in distress. On going to the place, I found Maida, who had been hunting hares ; and on leaping a paling, wai en tangled by the hind-legs, and could not relieve him self. At breakfast, I mentioned the circumstance of Maida's distress. And did you relieve lain ?'—' I did not think it at all safe, as he holds me at a grudge.' Good heavens !' exclaimed Sir Walter, the poor brute's legs may be broken.'— Do not be alarmed ; I sent Tam Purdie to his relief.' And soon after the dog made his appearance, much fatigued, and the skin peeled from his hind legs." DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE. This Magazine is one of the most carefully conducted of the Monthly tribe, and, usually contains one or more articles of more than ordi nary interest. We have here not le,s than three, which are well worthy the reader's attention. The first is a glowing sketch of th e g a t h er i ngs o f the Marshals and Generals of France at Bona parte's private residence in Paris, just previous to the memorable movement which gained hint the Consulate ; the second is an account of Erupt and its capital, Cairo, with incidsatal notices of the memorable battles of the Nile and Alex andria; and the third, the most entertaining of all, is a copious memoir of the late 1)r. Magnin, evidently frotn the pen of one who knew him well. The portrait of the Doctor, which is pre fixed to the biographical sketch, is a good likeness, and the estitnate of his versatile talents, is, in the main, just, thought here and there if is rather too highly coloured by the partiality of friend ship. The following tribute to 1)1.. Magitas extraordinary powers may, perhaps., interest our readers : " I sat, on last Friday, two hours with Doctor Maginn in his bed-room. The, Doctor has been raking, I believe, since his family went to France; he was quite ill when I saw him. Ilowevvr, he ma naged to write a leader for the Argos newspaper, in his shirt, and that completed, he jump:A into bed, and we had a long talk. The more I see of hire, the more I admire his talent. He is really a splendid fellow. He knows every thing. Ile will teach you as much in one hour as the best hook will in ten. His conversation is the most extraordinary thing pos sible. He jumbles together fun, philosophy, and and polemics ; and in these (so incongruous) he is pre-eminent. At first you would say that he spent all his life reading jest •books ; but Oleo there is such admirable philosophy and common-sense in his reflections, that you get rid of your first notion as quickly as possible. But just as you are on the point of averring that this man reads nothing but works of thought and reasoning, you are forced to gulp down the exclamation, for he jumps into theology, and will argue on it like a bishop. Then you declare that he has studied nothing but polemics all his life. Such a man is Maginn. Ile is a ruin, but a glorious ruin, nevertheless. Ile takes no care of himself. Could he be induced to do so, he would be- the first man of the day in literature, or any thing else. But ! he lives a rollicking life ; and will mite you one of his ablest articles while standing in his shirt, or sipping brandy—so naturally do the best and wittiest thoughts flow from his pen. reading is immense ; his memory powerful, and his knowledge of the world is perhaps equal to that of nay man . that ever lived. In fact, I say he knows every thing, and so he does. -We talked about a war in France, about which all the John and Jenny Bulls are getting anxious. The Doctor asserted stoutly that there would be none, and quoted Lord Brougham, who said, in allu sion to the national debt, that linglard was bound in eight hundred millions to keep the I.eace." UNITED SERVICE JOURNAL. An instructive article on the subject of "Slavery in Sinde," w hi c h we fi nd in the present Number of this periolical, repre:ents the slave system as being by no means so revolting to humanity as it is in the southern States of America.' " The negroes," says Captain Hart, " are always taken care of during their 'voyage to India from their native country ; and when purchased, are, in the majority of instances, treated with kindaess and forbeara nce , and be come, in:consequen ce , NI trinly tched to their purchasers." This is certainly a releeming point in the Sinde slave-system ; neve► theless, we ex claim %lit!' Sterne, " Disguis e it a.: thou wilt, slavery, still thou art a bitter draught." A " Voice from Cafferland" is a condensed abstract of the political history of the colony of the Cape of Good Hope, from the year 1805 down to 11:e present day. CHURCII OF QUARTERLY REVIEI As we seldom meddle with purely religious questions, and this Review is alm ost , e x c l us i ve l y devoted to the consideration of such perplexing themes, we shall be as inlet' as posible in our notice, and content. ourselves with observing that the Numip , r now lying. before us contains, among other articles, a clover essay On the 46 Preseßt Condition and Prospects of the Clergy:' BRITISH MAGAZINE. Another exclusively reli io,t pni4ic:lo", 1 " which 1114ttas,i.if hitt - A - test chiefly to the clergy Iry iSCUSSC i 4 Su Me length,The 7. egister of Ecclesiastical Informatioa is a usef cature in the Magazine. SPORTING REVIEW. There are here two engravings—one repro . senting greyhounds in full pursuit of a hare, whose eye expresses terror in its utmost intensity ; and the other, a gathering of fox-hounds, Just previous, we presume, to the chase. The back ground in this last plate is very pleasing and picturesque. The literary contents are of the usual quality. _MMOND'S COLONIAL MAGAZINE. The best article in this Number is the one on elf! !subject of our Colonies, ia which occurs a brief; cendensed, and useful account of New 11 , 011 a and ml Van m Dieen's Land. The " Navies ot the World" evinces no little statistical research. FARMERS' MAGAZINE. • An intelligent Magazine, addressed fins the most part, to farmers and agriculturists, and em byllished this month with two plates ofeelebrated race•-horses. LONDON REPERTORY. Contains a succinct, and apparently correct, a - count of all the most recent patents that have been granted for improvements in mechanics, manufactures, &c. The ivriodical, as may be stirmiivd, rrGin - this brief reference to it, is syholly of a practical character. THE BANKS versus THE POST OFFICE. TO THE EDITOR OF THE SUN. Srn,—You will confer much benefit on the public by I giving an early place in your independent paper, to the inclosed statement taken from the Edintufgh Wahl, Chr.lnic!e of this morning. In addition to the facts therein contained, I can state from my own knowledge than an order for 51. from the postmaster of Birmiegliam on our Edinburgh post-office, dated Dec. 23, and payable on the 25th, was then presented for payment, and everysubsi (pent day since, but the only answer or satisfaction returned was, " No advice front Birmingham, although written to." The note now lies in the hands of the holder, disgraced and dishonoured, under protest. Ts such conduct to be any longer permitted to pass with impunity ?—I remain, your obedient servant, Edinburgh, Dec. 30, 1843. W. M. EDINEURGII, DEC. 28.—We have heard several com plaints relative to the transmission of money through the Post•olli6e. When it is sent inclosed in letters, the letters sometimes do not reach their destination. When it is transmitted through the Money Order office, the Postmaster sometimes omits to send advice, and in such cases, payment of the orders is refused, and parties put to the utmost inconvenience. It was only lately that a widow lady in reduced circumstances was watching her sin in bed, uho was apparently dying of fever. His articulation might have been imperceptible to any other ear but that of an anxious mother. She, however, soon overheard " Oh, that I could only see Dr. Ay.-1 would t relief." • The mother had not the means of in- wiling 1)r. Ay, upon the only terms agreeable to her feelings, but she had an affectionate brother at some dis tance, and a letter was soon on its way to him stating the situation of her son, the opinion of an able and at tentive young man from the Dispensary, and an account of the expressed desires of the youth himself ; the re turn of post - brought a post-office order for what was re quired, and the widow flew to her cloak and bonnet, rind in a few minutes was at the Post-office, but who shall paint the mother as she stood," when she was told the order could not be honoured for want of advice. • . The feelings of women are strong, and when these point in the right way, they are unerring guides —a few seconds only was required to enable her to -fierm a new resolution. She was soon in the presence of Dr. Ay, and in half an hour they were both at the bedside of her son, conveyed in the doctor's carriage. Her son recovered;. the doctor would not accept of any fee, and thus the feeling and syMpathies that ever accompanies genius, corrected in this, as in many other cases, the mischief that pampered indolence produces. We know a family who, about twelve months since, had occasion to complain to the Postmaster-General of a gross neglect of the kind alluded to from Birmingham, but the only answer was to this effect, that the Post office department was net responsible for its servants. The same family suffered for several days by a similar neglect in summer, and they are.again suffering at the present moment by a third act of nepiigence, all occasioned by the same poBtniaster within twelve months, and it has naturally occurred to the family that it is an intentional neglect in consideration of the complaint upon the first occasion. If this be true, and we have reason to believe it is, then the postmaster 1 'ferret' to should be instantly dis. missed ; but it is possible the man may be so stupid, or so indolent, that he treats every body in the same way, and if that be the case, then, of course, he should lie treated just as other stupid and indolent men are treated by their masters who have an interest in their services. Let the Postmaster General, however, treat the ser vant of the public as he may bo advised, and let the pub lic conduct their own private affairs as they may feel best for their own interest. They are just now giving thousands per annum to the Post-office for the transmis sion of money, which may be much better and more sanely transmitted through the banks, of which there am most revectable offices in every town, and the bankers, w e are told, now make it part of their business to ac.), conunodate the public by transi4►itting the smallest souk without any charge, while at the Post office he is charged threepence fur the smallest sum he has occasion to send. —Edinburgh Maly Chronicle. FALLACIES of the ',STANDARD." TO THE EDITOR OF THE SUN. Sin,—Your paper of last night, received this day, alludes in its leading article to the monstrous falsehood that generally characterises the articles in the Standard newspaper. The same number of your paper contai ns one of these St an d ar d art i c l es, i n which is so glaring an instance of the justice of your imputation of this abomi nable vice of habitual disregard to truth in the editor of the Standard, that I cannot forbear mentioning it to yoa. The article you quote from the Standard, amongst other similar insinuations, says, '• The United States ace nearly the last part of the world to which an emi rant would direct his course." While 1 was reading this, the number of the "Companion to the Almanack," just publi,hed, was lying bcfcre me, from which I extract the foliowing— " Total number emigrated from the United Kingdom in the year 1842 Of which emigrated to the United States Or just one-half of the British emigrants went to a coun try witich the veracious Editor of the Standard says is the last part of the world to which an emigrant would (Eruct his course." Even in an article marked by no violent political feeling, the editor cannot avoid invent tacts.—Your obedient servant, ' bee. 30, 1843. VERAX. LONDON AND DOVER RAILWAY. The completion of the works from Abbot's Cliff to Dover, which is now so anxiously looked for, has (since the period of our last observations) been the scene of the most active and persevering operations night and day ; and had it not been for the recent fall of the cliff at the east entrance to Abbott's Cliff, we doubt not that the anticipations contained in the last able report of Mr. Cubitt to the Directors, would have been fully verified (viz., the opening of the en tire line by the Ist of January, 1844), considering the advantages the late favourable weather has af forded. The tunnelling through the core of the fallen mass, however, is going on rapidly, and, taking into account the nature of •the work, with much spirit, under the able management and exertions of Mr. Hodges. Th!s work, we observe, is now about two-thirds finished, and in the course of eight or ten days, we may expect it will be wholly so. It is satisfactory to observe that the permanent rails are laid to and from this un fortunate barrier, which, when it is remove d, an en . tire opening will he almost instantaneously effected. The works from Shakspeare Cliff to the terminus are waiting the completion of this portion of Abbott's Cliff Tunnel. The lengthened scarpment of the range of cliff adjoining Arch Cliff Fort, which protruded on the brie, may be said to be finished, and the timber dike, which retains the f orma ti on o f t h e p l at f orm i n its front, is also finished. The continuation of this (like in front of the terminus is fast advancing ; and we may here observe that its construction is consi dered to be quite new in this country. That portion of it in front of Arch Cliff Fort (the severest attack ing point of the sea), having the double flanged piles and a backing of cement concrete, seems to be almost a facsimile in detail of that designed by Mr. Steward, of Dover, for the construction of his piers in the proposed Harbour of Refuge here, with the ex. option, perhaps, that M r . Steward introduces stone casing and stone ties, instead of the timber easing and ties. We observe that a passage-way in front of Arch Cliff Fort, of several feet wide, is in progress, and that to facilitate its formation, the old see-beaten brow of the Fort has been removed. A distribution of cast iron and timber groins is in course of being planted in front of the terminus, for the purpose of retaining the shingle in front of the platform. This work, together with the dike and viaduct, from the immensity of the undertaking, and the manner in which it is executed, refleot the highest credit on the contractors, Messrs. Finals and Walker, as well as on the professional m er it o f M r . G eo. Turnbull, their exe euti%• engineer. We understand that the preliminary operations for theimmediate erection of *re splendid terminus is to he proceeded with on Monday, January Ist, by Mr. Grimsdell, the- contractor, whose estimate for the work, which we have already noticed, amounts le 29,4751. We hope the people of Dover will not forget the hint we gave them some time since, to be prepared to, give the Directors a cordial reception on the opening , —Dover chronicle. to Dover of this great undertaking. e t k i m s i e n b l e ) e u n b i o n n , , has a t. f t t o o r ba s r m r a e .11 visit A to General r tll l e rv se , u .n l d p h to a r m , blending, however, recreation with professional business (i n which he is extensivelylike pa i e y dref t e o rte b te e bdusytitoil f much vu : s a rk t i r i o mi n at ;s td ed by his spirited countrymen). He has been honoured with a t~~lnii.ii 'ion to execute a bust of the Earl of Cardigan, t c ‘ e ‘ ;C: l n r i r e c e j w i r t 4 h a n a s e i s e ' iit'ieleaso4htarms,