The Sun. — London, England, 1844-10-01 00:00:00

' 4 6 rho, I' though a little crude, was nevertheless very respect able, and he was received with • much applause throughout. The character of the Gravedigger was admirably supv , rted by Mr M:inders. The evening's entertainment concluded with a romantic drama, entitled, The Giant's Causeway, or the Dream of Winder, in which some very excellent scenery is introduced. The scene of the drama is, as its title indicates, laid in Ireland, and it is inter spersed with many Irish jokes, which tell well with the audience. There is also some very interesting dancing introduced, and the whole piece, taken to gether, was very credi ably put upon the stage. The house was crowded in every part. We should not omit to mention that, in addition to the performances, the Ina:lager has fitted up a magic cave after the style of the one in the . Strand, to which the audience are admitted gratis. DRAAING of the HEPTAPILEMION. The drawing of the Ileptaprzeinion (the distribution on the plan of the Art-Union of the Bowyer Gallery, the property of Mrs. Parki,s), took place yesterday at Co vent-garden Theatre. The doors were opened at ten o'clock, and the dress-boxes and upper circle were almost imme diately occupied by elegantly dressed ladies. The pit was also well filled, and there were on the stage several ladies and gentlemen, amongst whom we noticed James Harmer, Esq., who appeared to takes great interest in the proceed ings. F. ~tone, Esq., was called to the chair shortly befare eleven o'clo c k, and th e dr a wi ng c o mmenced. several hundred pound prizes were drawn duringthe early pari, of the morning ; but it was not until nearly one o'clock that a higher prize was drawn, when the an nouncement that one of the 1501. prizes had fallen to the lot of the holder of ticket 10,891 was received with loud cheering. During the course of the morning ticket 4,824 was drawn a prize of 700/. This is the grand prize of the distribution. BOYS' FINE ARTS DISTRIBUTION. Tke drawin g for prizes in . this lottery, under Lord Monteagle's Act of lust session, took place yesterday at the Freemasons' Hall, Great Queen-street. The great room was crowded with a very fashionable company long before the time ' drawing—two o'clock. Mr. lelderton wasAs called to the chair upon a show of hand s . Be said that before he made any observation relative to the object of their meeting, he would call Upon one of the members of the Committee to examine the Wheels, and ascertain that there was nothing in them. The wheels were then examined by Mr. Brook, a member of the Committee, who pronounced that they were empty and of a perfectly fair construction. The CIIIIRMAN said he had now to state the measures which had been taken to secure a fair chance for every subscriber. A committee of ten gentlemen had been appointed to superintend the proceedings, and they, having examined both the pictures and the tickets, de livered to him (the Chairman) a certificate, signed 1 3y each of them, to the effect that the prizes %ere of the value ascribed to them in the catalogue, and that the tickets were all correct. In order to prevent unnecessary occupation of time, the same number of tickets only would be drawn as there were prizes in the wheel, so that subscribers should net have the annoyance of hearing their numbers pro claimed as blanks.—(A laugh.) It was due to the meeting to state what improvements Mr. Boys had mad. in the original plan for the benefit of the subsCribers. she was originally pressed int o thi s course o f di sp , s i ng of, his work s by lottery, in consequence of the proceed ings of the Art-Unions.[lnln his former scheme the number of tickets disposed of was consi derably lees, and conseqeently the prizes drawn were fewer than was originally intended. A great num ber of prizes remained on hand, for which it was Mr. _Boys' intention to have a second drawing. But in the course of the progress of that plan, the proceedings of Art-Unions were interrupted by a notice from the Govern ment that they were illegal. That difficulty had since been removed, and Mr. Boys had enlarged his scheme by the Addition of 208 prizes, value 4 ,200/.—(Applause.) The additional tickets were only 2,648, whilst the increased value of the prizes was four thou sand guineas. —(Ap p l ause. ) As the meeting was so unanimous in expressing satisfaction with the conduct of Mr. Boys, he would occupy no more of their time than to state that amongst the prizes were nine of 100 guineas value, nine of 50 guineas, ten of 25 guineas, stud numerous others of 15 and 10 guineas each. —(Hear, hear.) This mode of disposing of his pictures was forced upon Mr. Boys by the Art-Unions, which, although they gave great encouragement to artists who painted pictures, were a great injury to publishers and engravers.—(Hear, hem-0 Two ladies had kindly undertaken to draw the tickets and prizes, and would now proceed to do so.—(Applause and laughter.) The ladies came forward, and the drawing commenced. The drawin- occupied to eight o'clock, when the num bers of the tickets entitled to prizes were read over, and the two principal prizes, valued at 500 guineas each, revolved to the tickets numbered 10,960 and 10,043. The holder of the ticket, numbered 10,960, has won the original picture, by Fisk, of the interesting subject, the ." Trial of Earl Strafford in Westminster Hall, 1641," embracing more than fifty portraits, in a splendid gold frame—a noble picture, worthy of any gallery—cheaply valued at 500 guineas. . _ _ The holder of the ticket, numbered 10,043, has won the interesting historical picture of the" Trial of King Charles the First, in Westminster Hall, 1649," by Fisk, wii.h portraits of the royal accused, and more than forty persons who took part in that memorable issue. The Committee have not overrated the value of the work at '6OO guineas. 'ie announcement of the other prizes were received -with loudly -expressed satisfaction by the company. Mr. BOYS (who was much cheered), in a neat speech, thanked the subscribers for their support, and whilst he leclared himself friendly to the Art-Unions, declared that he would next year come forward with a scheme, by which, at the same time that the objects of the Art- Unions would be promoted, the interests of all branches of art would be protected. lie was very much cheered. Thanks, by acclamation, were voted to the Chairman, the gentlemen of the Committee, and, with seven times seven, to the ladies who had acted as goddesses of for tune, and presided at the wheel. MEETING OF THE MEDICAL PROFESSION. A large meeting of the members of the medical ,profession was held last night at Exeter-hall, for the purpose of protection against the Medical Reform Bill. Among the gentlemen present we descried Mr. Davies (of Hampstead), Mr. Hines, Mr. Ross, Dr. Vas all (of 'Windsor), Mr. Asbury, Mr. Wakley, Mr. Carpue, Mr. Curtis, Mr. Jam es , M r . D. 0. Ed war d s , Mr. Ni x , Mr. Rugg, Mr. G. A. Walker, Mr. Lynch, Mr. Cooper. &c. &c. Mr. Davies, of Hampstead, was unanimously called to the chair. The following gentlemen addressed the meeting, and proposed and seconded several resolutions, to the 'following effect :—Mr. Asbury, Mr. James, Mr. Mit doll, Mr. Webb, Mr. Hilles, Mr. Cooper, Mr. Ed war,is, Mr. Curtis, Mr. Cockburn, Mr. Ross, and Mr. Brady - -" That the Bill in question is narrow and restricted in the scope and tendency of its operation ; That it affords less security for public health Than is furnished by the existing law ; that it is en tirely inconsistent with the petitions of a large num ber of the medical profession, which have been pre sented to the L eg i s l ature, and that it altogether with holds from the medical practitioners of Great Britain and Ireland the principle of representation in the government and management of their own institutions." A protest against the Bill was agreed to, and car =ried unanimously. Mr. WAKLEY, M.P., who was loudly called for, ak'ressed the meeting with his usual ability, and the inee,Ling separated. • TIDE EMBANKMENT OF THE THAMES. following is the copy of the letter from the th ar p,„ h ofl ainaolu to the Lord Mayor, with the plan for t e e --wanl ignent c.f . the River Thames between Bat rsea and Vauxhall-bridges : " Aly Lord "1, Whitehall-place, August, 1844. appoint e d Chairman of the Commissioners by her Majesty 'for inquiring into and 'considering th e most effectual means of improving the Imetropolis, and of providing increased facilities of Z ellarliuni "tion within th e same,' I have the honour o transmit to your Lordship herewith, for the infor ation of th e C orporation of London, as the body en- Irusted with the conservancy of the River Thames, a Ilan which it is . their intention to recommend to the lavnurable consideration of her Majesty, for the em bankment of its northern shore between Battersea and Vauxhall -b r id ges ; and I am to add that it will be very satisfactoiry to the Commissioners to have the ' concur rence of th e c on s erva t ors i n a measure w hi c h m as been framed as muoh in reference to the improve ttent of the navigation cf the river as to the many other advantages of which an embankment in that locality is obviously susceptible.--I have the honour co se rvan be, t my Lord, y our L or d s hi p ' s mos t o b e dient , "LINCOLN." NOTICE TO MARINERS. LIGHT ON I3RUSTERORT, BETWEEN PILLAU AND MENIEL. In consequence of an error i n th e t rans l at i on o f t h e following notice from the Prussian Government, which appeared in this paper of the 2Gth inst., it is repeated : (TRANSLATION.) " The S ea Light exhibited on Brustorort has been improved, so as to show two fixed lights, the position and elevation being the sam e as the former, and visible :in clear weather at a distance of about 2i German miles, within 101 degrees of the horizon —namely, from West Vy North, as far as N.N.E. (W. by N. his N.N., Ost.)" " Both Lights will be exhibited for the first time on the evening of the Ist of October, 1844, and kept burn ing Jima eunset to sunrise throughout the year.' We have heard that on the recent visit of a section of the Archaeological Association to Dover, the Duke of Wellington, as constable of Dover Castle, refused to al low the learned members admission to that ancient and interesting fortress, to make sketches or memoranda. The Duke has no sympathy with antiquarian or histo .rical pursuits ; witness his reply on being remonstratad with on the dangerous position of the National Records, Tasked over the - ammunition in the Tower.—" He would take care that the gunpowder recoma no injury Jew Herald. MAGAZINE DAY. BLACK6I 7 OOD'S MAGAZINE. The recently published "Diaries and Correspondence of the first Earl of Malmesbury" form the subject of an enlightened notice in the present Number of this Magazine. The Earl, it is well known, was for many years British Ambassador at the Court of St. Petersburgh, in which situation he had frequent op portunities of acquainting himself with the public and private character of the reigning Empress, Catherine the Second. Thu Reviewer, alluding to this portion of the Ambassador's diaries, takes occasion to speak of Catherine in terms far too eulogistic, extolling her to the skies as a Queen, and making no further men tion of her crimes as a woman than by just stating that " the unhappy transactions of her private life are matters of painful record." Now, when we bear in mind that the Russian Sovereign—to say nothing of her being the most criminally vicious potentate of her age—was a murderess, an adulteress, a rank atheist, and a woman who laughed at everything like political honour, and who broke the most binding treaties just as often as it suited her convenience; witness her conduct to Poland, and to Turkey, pre vious to the siege of Ismail ;—when, we say, we bear these things in mind, we are somewhat at a loss to account for the exceedingly lenient manner in which the Reviewer speaks of this most abandoned woman and unprincipled Queen. In every other respect the article is fairly and candidly written ; and the cur sory sketch of the notorious Prince Potemkin is in strict accordance with the truth of history. The "Great Drought" is a story that exhibits no inconsi derable powers of fancy, though the colouring and the incidents are in places much too exaggerated. " Thierry's History of the Gauls " is an elaborate review of one of the most thoughtful and sagacious historical works of the day. M. Thierry is not so philosophical a writer as Guizot—who stands alone in this respect among modern French authors—nor has he the vivacity, the terseness, and the picturesque power of narrative possessed by Thiers ; but he is superior to them both in the art of sustaining a con tinuous interest throughout his work; and when oc casion calls for the display—as in his sketches of the wars of Caesar—he can exhibit a high degree of elo quence and graphic spirit. "My Last Courtship, or Life in Louisiana" is touched off in that Careless, dashing, off-hand manner, which formed so conspi cuous and agreeable a feature in " Tom Cringle's Log "—a series of descriptive sketches that appeared some years since in the pages of this periodical. "Poems and Ballads of Goethe" are cleverly trans lated. We quote a specimen, entitled the " Artist's Morning Song :" My dwelling is the Muses' home— What matters it how small ? And here, within my heart, is set The holiest place of all. When, waken'd by the early sun, I rise from slumbers sound, I see the ever-living forms In radiance group'd around. I pray, and songs of thanks and praise Are more than half my . prayer, With simple notes of music, tuned To some harmonious air. I bow before the altar then, And read, as well I may, From noble Homer's master-work, The lesson for the day. He takes me to the furious fight, Where lion warriors throng • Where god-descended heroes whirl In iron cars along. And steeds go down before the cars ; And round the cumber'd wheel, Both friend and foe are rolling now, All blood from head to heel ! Then comes the champion of them all, Pelides' friend is he, And crashes through the dense array, Though thousands ten they be ! And ever smites that fiery sword Through helmet, shield, and mail ; Until he falls by craft divine, Where might could not prevail. Down from the glorious pile he rolls, Which he himself had made, And foemen trample on the limbs From which they shrank afraid. Then start I up, with arms in hand, What arms the painter bears -, And soon along my kindling wall The fight at Troy appears. On ! on again ! The wrath is here Of battle rolling red ; Shield strikes on shield, and sword on helm, And dead men fall on dead ! I throng into the inner press, Where loudest rings the din ; For there around their hero's corpse, Fight on his furious kin A rescue ! rescue ! bear him hence Into the leaguer near ; Pour balsam in his glorious wounds, And weep above his bier. And when from that hot trance I pass, Great Love, I feel thy charm ; There hangs my lady's picture near— A picture yet so warm I How fair she was, reclining there ; What languish in her look ! How thrill'd her glance through all my frame ! The very pencil shook. Her eyes, her cheeks, her lovely lips, Were all the world to me • And in my breast a younger life Rose wild and wantonly. Oh ! turn again, and bide thee here, Nor fear such rude alarms ; How could I think of battles more With thee within my arms ! But thou shalt lend thy perfect form To all I fashion best ; I'll paint thee first Madonna-wise, The infant on thy breast. I'll paint thee as a startled nymph, • Myself a following fawn ; And still pursue thy flying feet Across the woodland lawn. With helm on head, like Mars, I'll lie By thee, the Queen of Love, And draw a net around us twain, And smile on heaven above. And every god that comes shall pour His blessings on thy head, And envious eyes be far away From that dear marriage-bed I BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY. We received this Magazine at so late an hour yesterday, that we are compelled to be brief in our notice of it. The Number seems to be a very fair one, though we has e but cursorily glanced at its contents, and cannot therefore speak with positive. ness. Mr. Smith resumes his " Fortunes of the Scattergood Fa'nily," and furnishes us with a whim sical sketch of Mr. Glenalvon Fogg—a minor actor of first-rate ability in his own opinion. " A Few Pages from My Journal, in Greece, Turkey," &c., are from the pen of Mr. Fynes Clinton. The author gives a spirited description of his voyage down the Danube, and alluding to the present Sultan, whom he saw at Constantinople, pourtrays him " as a pale and ill-looking youth, without a spark of intelligence in hie face." " Miss Pif kin's Benefit" is an agree able prose sketch by the author of "Richard Savage." " Sketches of Legendary Cities" gives some legends and historical reminiscences connected with the cu rious old city of Chester. The " Two Fortune Hunters of Galway" contains one or two diverting incidents ; but the story halts in places, and, as a whole, is much too long. A little judicious abridg ment would have greatly improved it. " Smoking Robin" is chiefly deserving of notice as forming the subject of an excellent illustration from the pencil of Leech, who has grouped his characters with singular ease and freedom. In his " Physiology of London Life" Mr. Murray gives several animated descrip tions of the various tea-gardens in the immediate vicinity of the metropolis ; but we prefer quoting his account of the death of a waggon horse in the streets, and his conveyance to a knacker's yard : " Crack—crack—crack—into his flanks goes the whip cord with right good will—he brinks up a bit—now he stumbles again—crack—crack—he goes on his knees— he is whipped on his feet—he falls over on his side—he never gets up again. Crack—crack—Oh ! very well— whip away till you are black in the face—the poor ani mal's time is up—his slavery is over—he will never drag wain more. The mob comes up, as usual, through the chinks of the stones, or else drops down from the sky ; but there it is, talking, shouting, giving advice, loosen ing the traces, , dragging away the waggon shafts from poor old Dobbin, whose glazing eye, and short, heaving breath, shows that his heart is broken. The whip— that universal horse medicine, is applied to head, withers, an :1 1 flank ; but it won't do ; Dobbin merely lifts his head, as h e would any. let the die in peace, winces under the lash, and :.."vs himself down again. 4, The knacker is ,!'ent for. Dobbin cannot be horse and a killed horse per mitted to die in peace—a (:::. 4 1 14 are two different things in the cat's-meat market—the knacker's cart arrives in double quick--the mob admires the cart, the royal arms, and the /144010 10 n, :Knacker to her Majesty. The royal knacker—L -a_ swell knacker in cords and tops, with a bit of abuther's apron, kis as big as a bishop's—merely to distinguish h is profession— pole-axe in had, descends from his vehicle ; the de• lighted mob closes in, eager to witness the scientific operation. The pole-axe is driven at one blow through the frontal bone of the expiring animal ; a willow wand, finger thick, is pushed into the hole, and twisted about in the brain-pan with great dexterity ; the animal is fearfully convulsed, writhing in the most intense agony —the mob is quite in raptures at every kick of one brute and twist of the other—fainter and fainter become the death-struggles of Dobbin—another turn or two, as a finisher—he is dead. Now a chain is fastened to the dead horse's neck, and made fast at the other end to a windlass, with rack and pinion fixed between the shafts of the knaclyr's vehicle; this is tilted up, and Dobbin slowly ascends, amid t4e facetious remarks and jocose sallies of the gratified spectators. Sarengers,' exclaims one fellow—(A laugh)—' Real Epping,' shouts another —(Laughter) 'Monies,' shrieks a third (Much laughter)—' Small Germans," Leg of beef,' Kidney puddins.' and a profusion of other allusions to the pro bable esculent qualities of the respected deceased. A few extempore fights, got up by rival pot-boys, diversify the entertainment ; the royal knacker disappears, the mob maketh itself air, into which it vanisheth,' and you walk off, greatly pleased with the extreme sensibility and innate dislike of anything like cruelty, which so emi nently distinguishes the true-born cockney." TILE SUN, LONDON, TUESDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 1, 18444 NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. We have here more " Conversations with the late Mr. Beckford." They exhibit that gentleman's social qualities in a very amiable light, but they are far front impressing us with any exalted notion of his superior powers of intellect. Few of his observations rise above common-place, and as for his passing criti- I cism on Byron, it is shallow to a degree that we should scarcely have expected from the author of " Vathek." " Swial Piracy" is the continuation of a series of lively sketches of every-day life in the middle classes, that were commenced in the last month's Number of the New Monthly Magazine. The " Last of the Contrabbandieri" is a tale of deep tragic interest, professing to be founded on truth. It relates to the adventures of Paul Moro, a good hearted, bold, reckless Italian smuggler who, while 'baking a walk one evening among the mountains with a young girl to whom he is passionately attached, is betrayed by her into the hands of the local military authorities. The consequence is, his imprisonment for life ; but after a protracted confinement, he con trives to make his escape, and by the merest acci dent again encounters the girl who had betrayed him, and who is so shocked and remorse-stricken lv the sight of her credulous victim, that she falls dead on the spot; and Paul, a prey from that moment to hopeless grief and despair, joins the French in their war against the African Arabs, where, after gal lantly distinguishing himself in many severe actions, he meets his death. The stor e y is forcibly and un affectedly told. "Africa in Jh ranee" is a sprightly quiz on the Parisians for their present fancy for wear ing long beards and moustachios. "When a party of young Frenchmen approach," says the author, "it is like the advance of a herd of goats, or the moving of a forest. If Macassar has done this, mighty is Macassar. Bear's grease it can hardly be, unless Ursa Major himself has been immolated to manure the moustaches of Monsieur." We quote the follow ing passage from the "Recollections of Beckford :" " The apartment in which we were now standing, was a long room, well proportioned as to width and height, with a deep red drugget running round the floor—a splendid Persian carpet in the centre, extending itself until it reached the drugget, and spreading its deep rich purple fringe upon its surface. From the floor, rising to about six feet in height, there was a range of oaken bookcases all round, filled with every kind of work, handsomely bound, and of the finest editions— travels, histories, biographies, in every European lan guage, with observations by the author of Vathek,' written at the end in the same language. A little bit of purple cloth, tipped with scarlet geranium, about two inches in depth, was suspended from each shelf, so as to exclude the dust, whilst the ever-subdued colour of the oak was here and there relieved by a little gilding. Above the bookcases, the wall was covered with a silk damask of a red tone, richer and lighter than that of the drugget, and upon this wall was hung portrait after portrait, the likenesses of great and historical charac ters, painted by the most eminent old masters, Holbein, Velasquez, Titian, Rembrandt, and Vandyke ; then above these was a gold cornice which supported the ceiling, with a slight blush of rouge in it. Opposite the window stood a most costly Florentine table inlaid with various marbles, and which were fashioned into flowers and ornaments. On this table was set a splendid and graceful enamelled vase by Jean Cousin, after designs by Annibal Carracci. On the solid marble chimney piece of this room, were gold candlesticks, after designs by Holhima, and finally, at the extreme end there was an open doorway, apparently leading somewhere else, but whether to Paradise or to the infernal regions, was upon the first look doubtful, in consequence of the in tensely brilliant, and fiery-looking colour which the atmosphere assumed. As this apartment, with its blue. and purple, and scarlet, seemed to be the great hall of literature, and the great tabernacle of learning, we looked more at the books than at the other things sur rounding. He pulled down many editions of different works to illustrate his conversation—it really was some thing extraordinary to see with what facility he would find any particular passage in an author. I asked him if he had a catalogue of his endless collection ? " Oh, gracious goodness ! what do I want with a catalogue?—l know every book in my possession, and where to put my fingers upon it.' " This I afterwards proved to be correct, for I never asked him if he ha 3 such or such a work in his posses sion, but that he instantly went and got it and placed it in my hands. Ile inquired of me if I was fond of reading. "I told him particularly so, and that I was at that time studying Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy.' " Strange work,' Mr. Beckford replied; 'it is filled with deep reading—half your modern works are decanted out of it. " Perceiving a fine copy of Junius's Letters,' I asked him if he thought those forcible productions were from the pen of Lord Chatham? "I Most decidedly not—none of us (for he always spoke of the Pitt family as if he were one of them) ever for a moment thought that they were, and if they had been we should have certainly known it. There is much in them which resembles the peculiarities of Burke, and many of his admirers entertained the opinion so positively, that Burke felt himself called upon solemnly to disclaim the imputation. My opinion is, Dr. Wilmot was the author.' " Dr. Wilmot !' I reiterated, with surprise. " Ay, Dr. Wilmot ; no man had better opportuni ties ; he was a good scholar, a sincere Whig, and a most intimate friend of Lord Chatham's. He had oppor tunities of being fully acquainted with everything, from his enjoying such an exclusive confidence of George 111., which arose from the following singular affair : George 111., when Prince George, fell in love with a beautiful Quakeress of the name of Hannah Lightfoot. She resided at a linendraper's shop, at the corner of Market-street, St. James's -market. The name of that linendraper was Wheeler. As the Prince could not ob tain her affections exactly in the way he most desired, he persuaded Dr. Wilmot to marry them, which he did at Kew Chapel, in 1759—William Pitt, afterwards Lord Chatham, and Ann Taylor, being the parties wit nessing ; and, for aught I know, that document is still in existence. " AINSWORTH'S MAGAZINE. Mr. Ainsworth opens the present Number with a new romance entitled the " Revelations of London," of which, as the two first chapters only are yet before us, we can give no ether opinion than that it promises fairly enough. The " Prologue," as the author quaintly calls his introductory chapter—gives an account of the sayings and doings of a notorious conjuror who, while looking out of his balcony on London-bridge one fine night in the year 1599, finds, to his infinite astonishment and disgust, a sack thrown in at the window containing the heads of his son and grandson ; and presently afterwards in walks his great grandson, vbho has been wounded by the warder of the bridge in attempting to take down his kinsmen's sconces from the poles on which they have been stuck. This may be justly styled a family meeting, under " very peculiar circumstances." Pass ing the absurdity of the incident, however, we must, in justice, observe that the descriptions of the con juror's den, and of his own St. Leon-like raptures, when he fancies he has at length succeeded in con cocting the Elixir of Life, which his own great grand son with infinite effrontery and ingratitude drinks off before his face,—these descriptions are replete with vigour and even fancy, and of their kind, are superior to anything Mr. Ainsworth has lately attempted. The " Notice of the Collected Works of James," a brother novelist, is also, we presume, from the pen of the editor, and is penned in a very generous spirit. The " Gipsies' Tragedy" is by Mr. Downes ; it is a Welsh story, and though it contains more than one passage characterised by strong earnest feeling and strength of expression, yet it is little to our taste, for the incidents are of the most painful and repulsive na ture, and horrors are heaped on horrors with a harsh munificence that at length becomes quite wearisome. "A Leaf from my Theatrical Recollections" is a di verting series of professional anecdotes by Meadows, who has told them with great unction. A " Story of the Gentilities" is a lively little tale, worked up gracefully out of the slenderest possible materials. " A Few Passages on Dreams" is an ingenious at tempt to account for many of those fantastic visions and night-noises which have at times perplexed even the soundest and wisest heads. We quote a ghost. story, together with its explanation :- 0 In 1807, a Baronet, now living, was summoned from school to a town on the coast, where his father had died suddenly. Having arrived late at night, after 4 fatiguing journey, and his spirits being exhausted with the unex pected loss he had sustained, the young heir requested to be shown to his bed-room, where his sorrow and agi tation were soon lulled by sleep, the ' balm of hurt minds.' Between one and two o clock in the morning, he was awakened by a low, wailing sound. dirge-like (so it seemed to half-slumbering senses) ; he lifted himself from his pillow and listened. It was no dream. The moaning noise continued, and grew louder and louder. While our youth looked about, by the gleam of a night lamp in his chamber, the two leaves of a folding-door opposite him swung open as if to give space for the entrance of 4 ghastly pageant. It was as startling an announcement as that which in Spenser's Peery Queene' was made to Britoniart when, in ' QhParelqse night, the yron wieket open flew, As it with mighty levers had been tore ; And forth yssewd, as on the ready flore Of some theatre, a grave persona&e.' " Having remained awhile fixed with dismal appre hension, the young Baronet crept out of bed, and stole breathlessly into the adjoining room. The first object that met his view was a, figure in white drapery, and with a visage of the same colour as its robes. seemed ad vancing towards him, face to face. Being for a moment terrified, the youth dared not proceed ; and as he stopped, the spectre beoeme Immoveable. But this was not all that encountered his gale in that grim apartment. A coffin was there ; and on it were plumes" of black La• thers, waving and bending as if supernaturally forced to take part in some dreary .ceremony. The lamenting sound—the sudden swinging open of folding-doors, seem • ingly by their own impulse--the white figure—the coffin and bowing plumes—were all calculated to impress him who beheld them with a belief that ghostly influence was at work ; and had he yielded to his fear and rushed from the place, he would have given another phantom -story to the already existing veritable stock. But, though only sixteen years of age, the youthful Baronet was one of those few persons whose presence of mind rarely deserts them. Summoning his faculties, and coolly investigating what he saw, he ascertained that the pale spectre was a reflection in a pier-glass (till then unperceived) of him. self in his night-gear, which, as he moved, would of course seem to be moving towards him ; the wailing noise was produced by wind through partially-opened windows, near which the corpse lay ; this wind, increasing in strength during a gusty night, had forced open the fold ing-doors that had been only imperfectly and hastily se cured (perhaps in trepidation) when a bed was prepared for the youth ; and the strong breeze had also given a waving motion to the black plumes placed on his father's coffin. Having fully ascertained these points, the young mourner retired to his inner apartment, deliberately bolted the folding-doors, offered up a prayer to his Maker, and was again blessed by sleep." FRASER'S MAGAZINE. In a temperately written article on the " General Policy of the Government," wherein Fraser seems to be doubtful whether he ought to praise or blame Mi nisters for the conduct they pursued during the last session of Parliament, he insists on the expediency of the Premier's putting a final stop to the conciliation system, as regards Ireland. " Let him only appear to waver," says our monthly Contemporary, "let him take but one step further in the way of conciliation, towards those whom no concessions will mollify, nor any reasoning convince, and there is an end to his Govern ment at once, perhaps to the monarchy." On the con trary,there is an end to Sir R. Peel's Government if he does not attempt to conciliate Ireland, for recent ex perience must have convinced him, as it has con vinced many other Conservatives, that a coercive system of policy will never be productive of any other result than that of increasing the exas peration, already quite bitter enough, in the sister country, and placing additional power in the hands of the repeal agitators. Fraser next proceeds to eu logise the honesty of Government, and instances Lord Lyndhurst and Sir James Graham as patrons of spotless integrity. The selection is 'an unfortunate one, and, to our thinking, wears an aspect of the most refined irony. " Courses of English Reading" contains some pleasant literary criticism and gos sip. The Reviewer, however, in accordance with the taste of the day—a taste more remark able for its eccentricity than its soundness—is over-rigid in his strictures on " Johnson's Lives of the Poets," which is a work replete with mascu line sense and judgment, though it may be, perhaps, deficient in that quick and impassioned sensi bility which is so conspicuous a feature in the poetical criticisms of Hazlitt, Coleridge, and Wilson. Speaking incidentally of Drvden's trans lation of Virgil, the Reviewer tells us that "it is remarkable for its occasional splendour, but it is not happily accomplished !" This is a just observation ; the version has passages of exceeding excellence, but, as a whole, is anything but Virgilian in its tone. The sixth book of the " ./Eneid " is nobly rendered ; in places, indeed, the translator equals, if he do not surpass, his original; but we miss the touching pathos of the fourth book, to which Dryden knew not how to give effect, for he had nothing of the pathetic in his na ture. In reference to Pope's " Eloisa to Abelard," the Reviewer maintains that it is an immoral and impious poem. This is sheer cant. The poem is neither one nor the other, but is unexceptional in both respects. Even John son, the most fastidious of moralists, says of it : " ' The Epistle of Eloisa to Abelard' is one of the most happy productions of human wit; the subject is so judiciously chosen that it would be diffi cult to find another which so many circumstances concur to recommend. The heart naturally loves truth. The adventures and misfortunes of this illustrious pair are known from undisputed history. Their fate does not leave the mind in hopeless dejection, for they both found quiet and consolation in retirement and piety. The story thus skilfully adapted has been diligently improved by Pope." The " State Murder" is a striking tale, trans lated—or rather adapted—from the French of George Sand. " Classics of the Table" is an amusing article on the subject of after-dinner wines. In " Roadside Sketches" the writer explains the causes—which are anything but flattering to our national vanity—why the English are so generally unpopular on the Continent. En voici " How they hate us, these foreigners, in Belgium as much as in France ! What lies they tell of us, how gladly they would see us humiliated I Honest folks at home over their port wine say, Ay, ay (and very good reason they have too), national vanity, Sir, wounded—we have beaten them so often.' My dear Sir, there is not a greater error in the world than this. They hate you because you are stupid, hard to please, and intolerably insolent and air-giving. I walked with an Englishman yesterday, who asked the way to a street, of which he pronounced the name very badly to a little Flemish boy; the Flemish boy did not answer, and there was my Eng lishman quite in a rage, shrieking in the child's ear as if he must answer. He seemed to think that it was the duty of ' the snob,' as he called him, to obey the gentle man. This is why we are hated—for pride. In our free country a tradesman, a lacquey, or a waiter, will submit to almost any given insult from a gentleman—in these benighted lands one man is as good as another ; and pray God it may soon be so with us ! Of all European people, which is the nation that has the most haughtiness, the strongest prejudices, the greatest reserve, the greatest dulness ? I say an Englishman of the genteel classes. An honest groom jokes and hob-nobs, and makes his way with the kitchen-maids, for there is good social nature in the man ; his master dare not unbend. Look at him, how he scowls at you on entering an inn-room ; think how you scowl yourself to meet his scowl. To-day, as we were walking and staring about the place, a worthy old gentleman in a carriage, seeing a pair of strangers, took off his hat and bowed very gravely with his old powdered head out of the window. lam sorry to say that our first impulse was to burst out laughing—it seemed so supremely ridiculous that a stranger should notice and welcome another. " As for the notion that foreigners hate us because we have beaten them so often, my dear Sir, this is the greatest error in the world : well-educated Frenchmen do not believe that we have beaten them. A man was once ready to call me out in Paris because I said that we had beaten the French in Spain ; and here, before me, is a French paper, with a London correspondent discoursing about Louis Buonaparte and his jackass expedition to Boulogne. He was received at Eglintoun, it is true,' says the correspondent, but what do you think was the reason ? Because the English nobility were anxious to revenge upon his person (with some coups de lance) the checks which the grande homme his uncle had inflicted on us in Spain.' " This opinion is so general among the French, that they would laugh at you with scornful incredulity if you ventured to assert any other. Foy's history of the Spanish War does not, unluckily, go far enough. I have read a French history which hardly mentions the war in Spain, and calls the battle of Salamanca a French victory. You know how, the other day, and in the teeth of all evidence, the French swore to their victory of Toulouse —and so it is with the rest ; and you may set it down as pretty certain, Ist. That only a few people know the real state of things in France, as to the matter in dispute between us ; 2d. That those who do keep the truth to themselves, and so it is as if it had never been. These Belgians have caught up, and quite naturally, the French tone. We are perfide Albion with them still. Here is the Ghent paper, which declares that it is beyond a doubt that Louis Napoleon was sent by the English and Lord Palmerston ; and though it states in another part of the journal (from English authority) that the Prince had never seen Lord Palmerston, yet the lie will remain up permost--the people and the editor win believe it to the end of time." TAlrs MAGAZINE. In his monthly political article Tait, as might be expected, rejoices in the liberation of O'Connell, which he calls the " reversal of a series of injustices," and adds, " never surely was a Government so dis graced I They have done the thing at last which they were eternally twitting wiser and warier men with not doin g — measu red th e i r s t reng th and they have got a most tre cwoiwthartdhicee A fo g r itator ; tre mendous fall. They have been exulting for many a month past with rude unmannerly insolence over convicted conspirators ; and it turns out that they are the convicts, false imprisonment the crime. They have taken all sorts of knavish advantages, and they have taken nothing by them but defeat and scorn," This is strong language, but we are not at all pre- ; pared to say that it is stronger than the circum stances of the case warrant. Ministers have played an unfair game as regards the Irish State Prosecu tions, and it is but fit that they should pay the pe nalty of their unscrupulousness. " Our Hearth and Homestead" is the continuation of a domestic tale by Mr. Mills, The descriptive portions are full of fresh ness and vivacity; and the character of Mike, a good hearted but somewhat scampish fellow, half labourer, half poacher, whose notions of meum and tuum are n c pof exceedingly vague and indefi n it e , b ears ever y appeal a having been drawn direct from the life, The " Carpenter and the Capuchin Monk" is a wild legend, translated from the Swedish of Nicander. There is much truth, vividly expressed, in the parallel between and we agree with the critic ;,i) Buattrhnes and formerßon ;" 's yr thollghtless follies have been too often harped upon. Hundreds, we might add thousands, of men infinitely worse than ever poor Burns was, and without a tithe of his redeeming qualities, have h life estee me d an d l ove d, an d b een l in . with an epitaph commemorating n passe oure d d t a h f r t o e u r g dea th their rirtueF, merel j because they possessed more worldly wisdom and hypocrisy than fell to the share of the lofty-minded peasant bard. We subjoin a por tion of the parallel, previously observing that the critic presses rather too severely on Jord Byron " There is little Of the effeminacy of poetry about Burns ; and, much as has been said about it, there is little licentiousness, properly so called. It is true he is often coarse, indelicate, unscrupulous in his phrases ; but he is so, purely for the sake of the humour or the satire —not for the sake of indelicacy.. There is no .gloating over vice as in Juvenal—no painting of it for its own sake. Holy Willie's Prayer' and The Jolly Beg gars' may be too strong for refined tastes bat the one is a richly-deserved castigation of a class too numerous in this country, and the other is life, real life, though it be the dregs of it. But his highest efforts are his purest, and they show the natural bent of his mind, which was virtuous and honourable. The Cotter's Saturday Night' is a picture of piety , benevolence, love, affection, and contentment, which, we believe, could only come from a pious and benevolent mind. No radically vicious man could have so ardently delighted in the description. It came fresh from an honest unsophisticated heart. His thoughtless follies' have been rather too often harped upon. With his festive soul—his adoring companions— it is wonderful they were so few. But he has himself immortalized them by his touching confession. There was at least no hypocrisy in his character. He would have pleaded guilty at once at any bar of morality. He would have given judge and counsel no trouble in search ing for evidence. They and the world were welcome both to the full knowledge of his sins, and his manly repentance of them. His works have toned and improved the feelings of his class. " Byron's weakness was, to be thought strong. This desire shines through the most of his poetry. He wished to appear above prejudices, sad opinions, and rules. He was too high to be guided by them. He despised the vulgar elements of human composition, and looked upon himself as ' half dirt, half deity.' Byron was a weak man, and the weakness of his nature was the strength of his poetry. His works were the diction of his passions. He was their intellectual bondsman. It was his slavery to their mandates—his entire devotion to their gratifica tion—his intimacy with their operations—his intense concentrated experience in their indulgence and contem plation—his long obedience to their slightest impulse— that enabled him to paint and shadow, and compare and contrast them so vividly. He was a poetical gladiator, exhibiting for fame and gold the nakedness of a mind diseased.' His feelings were passions, and his passions crimes. Under their command the voyage of his life was made with a false compass, and a false chart. He read history and used it, not for healthful instruction in the ways of man—not for great, or correct, or useful views of legislation—not for philosophical analysis—not for the sake of tracing to its source any art, or any sci ence, or any profession : he read it to illustrate his pas sions—his own passions—pride, revenge, love, fear. ha tred, jealousy. Often he lauds highly and enthusiasti cally, the wise, the brave, the virtuous, the patriot, of a past era ; but it is to gratify his scorn of the fool, the coward, the libertine, the traitor, of a later time. He draws an angel of light ; but it is to contrast the angel with a demon. He looks into the grave of a father for a scourge wherewith to lash the son. He raises the dead, to mock the living." NEW EDINBURGH REVIEW. Like most first Numbers, this is got up with con siderable care, and if the work be carried on with the same tact with which it has been commenced, we see no reason why it should not meet with a fair portion of success. At any rate, its cheapness is in its favour, for it costs but a shilling, and for that small price,' gives a very liberal amount of matter. The first article is entitled "Advances Since the Peace," and its object is to show the rapid strides in social, poli tical, and commercial improvement that the country has made since the memorable year 1815. Great Britain—says the writer, who, like the celebrated Doctor Pangloss, is something of an optimist— "seems destined to reach a pitch of unrivalled power, splendour, and happiness ; and the more serious maladies that now menace her, we feel convinced, are medicable, and the result of too rapid, rather than too dilatory, an advancement. Time has been hardly left for arrangement, but with freedom to urge all claims, there is little doubt of a final equitable ad justment." "Gipsies" is an intelligent essay on the subject of these migratory vagabonds, whose numbers, it seems, are now fast diminishing in every country of Europe. " Life of Lord Chancellor Eldon" is a review of Mr. Horace Twiss's recent memoirs of this eminent lawyer, who is no favourite with the Reviewer as a politician, but is accused, and not unjustly, of being actuated, throughout his public career, by the most selfish motives. We quote from a notice of the " Diaries and Correspondence of the First Earl of Malmesbury," an account of Catherine the Second of Prussia, and her favourite Minister, Prince Potemkin. " But we must hasten to accompany Lord Malmes bury to Petersburgh, where he became stationed in 1775. Here the Sovereign was a woman, and amongst the most remarkable of her order and sex. She had dethroned her husband in self-defence, and usurped his place. As Grand-Duchess she had shown herself a su perior person, cultivated her mind, and was distinguishd for beauty, accomplishment, and ability, which had been evinced by an equitable code of laws she prepared for the future government of the empire. But her frail hus band, insensible to her deserts, attached himself to a low female, and pretending to be jealous of the Empress, pro jected her perpetual imprisonment, and perhaps violent death. Apprised of his designs, Catherine anticipated their execution. Availing herself of her popularity, and the services of a few devoted friends, Peter 111. was seized, and after a short imprisonment destroyed; ono of the Orlows performing the office of executioner, first by clandestinely administering a stupifying dose, and next, aiding its effects by a vigorous manual grasp, the traces of which were visible on the neck of the wretched Prince, when his body was exposed to the gaze of the populace. Whether the Empress was privy to the latter part of the tragedy is doubtful ; it was certainly not displeasing to her, for when the horrible news was communicated, it made no abatement of her gaiety at table, and Alexis Orlow became her first favourite. " The first seven years of Catherine's reign were the most splendid in the Russian annals. She governed judiciously and with dignity. Firmness and regularity were enforced in the public administration, and order and exterior decorum maintained in the palace. But the female Sovereigns of Russia, however capable, had never been able, throughout their career, to resist the seduc tion of licentiousness. Certainly the private virtues of Princes are not equally important with public capabili ties; between a Sovereign orderly, pious, and decorous, but weak, prejudiced, and obstinate, and one able, wil ling, and zealous to advance national happiness, there can be no hesitation about preference. But Catherine was needlessly obtrusive in her abandonment ; more shameless than any of her predecessors. The post of favourite was as public an appointment and as open to competition as that of Minister. Handsome men of little minds were mostly preferred. No confusion of function was allowed, the Empress being too shrewd to allow the minions of her pleasure to intermeddle with the higher duties of government. After her passion was satiated— a short term mostly sufficed—they were dismissed, ge nerally with an injunction to marry or travel, and loaded with magnificent gifts of lands, presents of jewellery, and pensions. " Lord Malmesbury says of the Court—' the leading men here are too rich for corruption' (a mistake which his Lordship found out), too headstrong to be persuaded, and too ignorant to listen to plain truth.' The two most influential personages at the time of his arrival were Prince Potemkin and Count Panin. The Count was Foreign Minister, a man of no great capacity, indolent, deceitful under a guise of frankness, and in the pay of Prussia. The Prince had been a lover, but was then set aside; he always maintained a great influence over the Empress, and directed her in the choice of his successors. He was a man of brilliant but superficial parts, like the Buckinghams of the Stuarts ; sagacious and quick of discernment; full of wit, levity, and cleverness, but im pulsive and without steadiness of purpose. He lived without order, eating, drinking, and sleeping at all hours, and thought nothing of treating our Minister to an airing in the rain in an open carriage at midnight. Discontented and satiated with voluptuousness, Potem kin often said he would withdraw to a cloister, deter mined to lead a life of total abstinence. He was sud denly carried off by fever, which he vainly tried to baffle by the force of an iron will and constitution; appearing abroad half-dressed, and eating raw turnips to allay the fires that consumed him," UNIVERSITY INTELLIGENCE. OxroaD, SEPT. 28.—The present Vice-Chancellor having nearly completed the usual term for holding that office, another head of a house will be nominated beforo the commencement of term (October 10). On that oc casion the letters of nomination will be read in Convoca tion by the Senior Proctor, and then submitted to the ap probation of the house. If the nomination be approved, the new Vice-Chancellor will be immediately sworn and admitted into office, The nest in rotation for the office is Dr. Symons, Warden of Wadham College, and he being ono of the six doctors whose report of Dr. Pusey's sermon led to the sentence which prohibited him from preaching within the precincts of the University for two years, it is ex pected that those members of the University who disap prove of that sentence will oppose the appointment of Dr. Symons. The following circular has just been issued here:— . Members of Convocation are informed that it has been ascertained to-day that supporters of Dr. Symons have been summoned to appear in Convocation on Tues day, October 8. " As this may be considered sufficient authority for asserting that to be the day fixed for the nomination, it is earnestly requested that those who disapprove of Dr. Symons's admission to the office of Vice-Chancellor will be in Oxford before twelve o'clock on that day. " If any further change be made, the earliest possible notice will be given. " Oxford, September 26." Sir Robert Sale, in addition to being appointed to the command of a regiment, has received the lucrative appointment of Quartermaster-General of her Majesty's forces in India, for which place he proceeds overland in December.—Liverpool Albion. TIIE GREAT WESTERN.—This fine steamer, which sailed hence on the 17th ult., arrived out at New York on the 31st ult. She left again on her return, on the 14th instant, with between twenty and thirty pas sengers, was telegraphed off Holyhead at five o'clock yesterday afternoon, and arrived in the river about mid night, after a passage of fifteen days and a few hours. 7 ,--- Liverpool Albion of Monday. RAILWAY FARES.—The travelling public will be agreeably surprised in the ensuing week to find that the great northern lines, including the London and Birming ham, Grand Junction, and York and North Midland, have spontaneously agreed to make for the future a largo reduction ir. their fares. A boon so unexpected, and some would even say so uncalled-for, must be regarded as a great public benefit, the value of which will be en hanced in the estimation of the public by the good grace with which it is bestowed. These very men whom the public have been taught to regard as grasping monopo lists, have shown in this case, as indeed in ever other case throughout tie whole history of railways, that the pub lic interest and that of the railways mutually depend on each other, and that the latter can never seek to develop itself without consulting and promoting the former.— Railway Chronicle. HER MAJESTY AT BLAIR ATHOL. BLAIR ATHOL, THURSDAY. Yesterday her Majesty and the Prince with party again went up Glen Tilt. On Tuesday the dogs had been sent after the deer, and the result was that two of them, driven from the wood, took refuge in the water, and placing themselves against large rocks, were there kept at bay by the dogs, and kept the dogs at bay in return. The dogs kept swimming about for hours, afraid to venture too near, lest a dart from an antler should transfix them ; and in that situation they remained till yesterday forenoon, when, as we have said, the royal party coming up, Prince Albert shot the two noble animals, in presence of her Majesty. The whole scene was a very exciting one. In the evening the dinner party, in addition to the usual company, numbered the officers on guard. BLAIR ATHOL, FRIDAY. Her Majesty's anxiety to lose no opportunity of see ing the sublime scenery in the neighbourhood of Blair Athol, appears to increase as the period of departure approaches, From early morning, up to a late hour in the evening, her Majesty rides or drives about the coun try in the most unostentatious manner, and is every where received with respectful deference, the offspring of that genuine politeness which nature has planted in the breasts of the wild Highlanders. The Queen and the Prince have been so much out amongst the people here that they are at once recognised by all the villa gers, although they are seldom preceded by any of the pomp and circumstance which are generally the neces sary accompaniments of such exalted rank ; but as the royal pair pass by on their shooting ponies, with Sandy Macra, the Highland gillie, their only attendant, there is no rushing out and crowding, and crushing, and staring, as practised by the v ulgar denizens of Brighton; here the bonnets are merely withdrawn by way of re spectful salutation, which is acknowledged by that cour teous inclination with which her Majesty invariably re turns the greetings of her subjects when they do not escape her observation. The only occasion on which the vulgarities of civilised life hare been obtruded on her Majesty, during her stay here, was on Sunday last, when, as has already been stated, the curiosity of some of the congregation at the village church overcame their discretion ; but this dis play was manifested by the shopkeepers and bourgeoisie who flocked from the towns in the vicinity, rather than by the tenantry of Lord Glenlyon. The inordinate pre tensions of some of these people to excessive sanctity was shown in their true light, by the manner in which some few of them converted the humble village church into a show room ; but this desecration was at once hushed by the better portion of the congregation, and we are happy to say that this was the only instance of any attempt to invade the seclusion and tranquillity which has been enjoyed by her Majesty since her arrival at Blair Athol. On Wednesday her Majesty was gratified by wit nessing the noble sport of deer-stalking to very great advantage. The Queen and the Prince had proceeded up Glen Tilt, with Lord Genlyon, early in the after noon, and her Majesty remained at the forester's lodge whilst the Prince set forth with his noble host on his sporting expedition. The Prince succeeded in killing three of the finest deer in the forest of Athol, and one of them was shot very near to the spot from which her Majesty witnessed the sport. In the evening, Captain the Hon. James Murray, Lord Gleulyon's brother, with the Master of Strathallan, and Mr. Drummond, of Meg ginch, the officers on guard, had the honour of dining with her Majesty. Dr. Macleod, the Highland minister, who preached at the village church on Sunday, had the honour of dining with her Majesty on Sunday evening. As the presence of her Majesty in the Glen to a certain extent necessarily interfered with the sport, and scared away , the (leer, the Prince and Lord Glenlyon started yester day morning at seven o'clock from the Castle alone and unattended. The foresters had been out driving the deer towards the Glen during the night, and every fa vourable opportunity of time and weather combined to ensure an excellent day's sport for his Royal Highness. The Prince was again successful, and three superb bucks fell before his rifle. Unfortunately, the Prince had made an engagement to return to the Castle at two o'clock, to drive her Majesty to Fascally, but if he had remained in the Glen, and continued the sport, he might have stalked seven or eight more deer, as they ran flock ing along the heights in countless myriads. Lord Glen lyon remains shut up in his determination not to shoot ; it was erroneously stated that his Lordship had killed a buck on Tuesday last, as he has not pulled a trigger since the arrival of the Prince at the Castle. Two of the deer which were stalked yesterday by the Prince were killed upon the spot ; his Royal Highness wounded the third deer, and the animal, which from the hunter's aim had taken hurt, endeavoured to escape, but was brought to bay by the splendid deer-hounds,, and afforded some excellent sport. On the return of the Prince to the Castle his Royal Highness partook of luncheon, and at half-past three o'clock drove out her Majesty in the pony phaeton, at tended by two outriders before and one behind, and ac companied by Lord Glenlyon and Lord Charles Welles ley. Her Majesty proceeded on the road beyond Fas• cally, the beautiful seat of Mr. Butter, on the banks of the Garry. Her Majesty paused several times to admire the surpassing beauty of the scenery, which was en hanced by the mellowness of the autumnal tints of the rich foliage of the birch trees and larches. Her Majesty alighted at the entrance to the pass of Killiecrankie, and having mounted her pony, which had been sent on be fore, rode down to the bottom of the pass, and remained for some time admiring the beauty of the scene formed by the clear rushing of the Garry over the " Sodger's Loup," so called from one of Mackay's men having leaped over the chasm there, when pursued by Claverhouse's Highlanders. Her Majesty returned to the high road through the new path which has been laid down by Mr. Butter, of Fascally, and entered the pony phaeton which had been waiting for her at the gate of the pass. Her Majesty and the Prince arrived at the Castle at seven o'clock. Lord and Lady Glenlyon, with the Hon. Miss Murray, had the honour of joining the Royal di nner party in the evening, which consisted of the members of her Majesty's suite, with the exception of Lord Aber deen, who has gone to pay a brief visit to Lord Abercorn, at Laggan. Several artists are taking sketches in the neighbour hood, and yesterday Mr. Edwin Landseer arrived at Blair Athol, and came in upon them like a Triton among the minnows. Mr. Landseer came in a cart from Loch Rannoch, being the only conveyance which he could obtain in those sublime but comparatively unin habited regions. He had been on a visit to Lord Bread albane, at Blackmount, near the western end of Loch Rannoch, and on arriving at the hotel, proceeded at once to the Castle. A servant was shortly after sent down for his portfolio. Her Majesty's departure is definitively fixed for Tuesday morning, at eight o'clock, Her Majesty will not pass through Perth, but will return to Dundee by Cupar Angus and Blairgowrie, and will embark at three o'clock. Her Majesty will be escorted by a detachment of the Scotch Greys, who will be echelonnes along the high road, as on her Majesty's arrival. The Queen and the Prince are both looking remarkably well, and the Princess Royal is " ruddier than a cherry," from being so constantly in the open air. Lord and Lady Glenlyon, during the stay of her Ma jesty at the Castle, have occupied the residence of Capt. Macduff, his Lordship's factor, a fine old stalwart High land gentleman, who has served with distinction in the American war. Captain Macduff 's house is a small but picturesque cottage within the grounds of the Castle, and close to the chapel in which lie the remains of the cele brated " Clavers." The stables belonging to the cottage unfortunately caught fire at two o'clock this morning, and some damage was done before the flames could be subdued. The progress of the fire might have been easily arrested but for the insufficiency in the supply of water, but happily all the cattle in the adjoining outhouse were saved, with the exception of a dog of small value, which was burnt to death. BLAIR ATHOL, SATURDAY. The fire which broke out in the middle of the night in the stables of the cottage in which Lord Glenlyon is at present residing, has unfortunately occasioned much more damage than was at first anticipated. Much valu able property, and the whole of Captain Macduff's plate has been destroyed. The progress of the flames might have been easily arrested at the first outburst ; but Lord Glenlyon is one of those Scotch nobleman who still re tain their rational notions of hospitality. His Lordship would not allow the neighbourhood to be aroused, and assistance to be sent for, lest her Majesty might be alarmed ; and so fastidious was he is his apprehensions of disturbing his illustrious guest, that he preferred see• ing his property devoured by the flames rather than in cur the risk of inconveniencing his Sovereign. Nero fiddled whilst Rome was burning ; and Sheridan, when his theatre was being burned to the ground, looked quietly on, and said, that he would warm himself at his own fireside ; but Lord Glenlyon had no such gratifica tion as was enjoyed by both of those mauvais sujets, for his whole exertions were directed towards keeping the people quiet around the Castle, so that no noise might " murder the sleep" of the royal guest. Last evening her Majesty witnessed an exhibition of a similar nature to that which was represented before her Majesty the year before last, at Taymouth Castle. Shortly after dinner several Highlanders executed their national dances before her Majesty, in the great draw ing-room at the Castle. The celebrated sword dance, called the Gillie Cullum, which her Majesty so much ad mired at Taymounth, was executed with great spirit and precision precision by the on. Captain Murray, of the Sco tt ' i Fu silier Guards ; and the Ho u laghan, the Highland and the Moulin Dhu, were danced with all lthe n ational K co. vigour and animation, Her Majesty expressedi herself much delighted at the spectacle, an d en ted Cap.. tain Murray on the skill displaye d by him in threadi ng the labyrinth of bri ght which would form rather an inconvenient fie ld for the displ a y of some of the pas de ballet which exc ite such thunders of applause at the Opera. claymores , The weather was beautiful throughout the whole of yesterday, but the rain came down at half-past nine o'clock this morning, and this is very indicative of its throughout the whol e o f th e d a y. Th e tr the weath er did no t, h owever , deter her Majesty from leaving the Castle at ten ecxonteinmueanicnockmency of o'clock to witness an otter hunt. Lord John Scott arrived at Fascally, the seat of Mr. Butler, last evening, and brought with him a fine young otter from Rox burghshire, as none could be found in the neighbour hood, although traces of them are to be found in several places. Lord Aberdeen's hounds, with their keepers, in their green ja c kets an d ve l ve t c a p s , were ordered round to the river Gavy, immediately behind the Castle, and her Majesty came to the banks of the river, mounted on her small grey pony, and wearing a Mackintosh over her morning dress. Lord Glenlyon led the pony, and Captain James Murray, his Lordship's brother, held an umbrella over her Majesty to keep off the rain, which continued without intermission. Prince Albert was oa foot in a shooting jacket, and all the gentlemen et the suite also were attired in their shooting jackets and care. Lady Glenlyon, Lady Canning, and the lion. Miss Murray, and the other ladies of the suite Were also pre • sent. The otter afforded some excellent sport, the hounds being under the direction of our Minister for Foreign Affairs, who is as skilful in tracking an otter as' in finding out the slippery traces of a Thier4F_Glilizot." - :cp, Ifer Majesty remained at the river side until - the' otter was killed, when her Majesty had an opportunity of wit nessing the original picture in life, from which Landseer drew his famous " Death of the Otter." Her Majesty and the Prince, with their noble host and hostess, then returned to the Castle, and there is little probability that they will drive out during the remainder of the day. Her Majesty was displeased at the manner in which the people stared at her at church on Sunday last, and has requested that Divine service may be performed to-mar row in her private apartments. His Royal Highness the Duke of Cambridge, with the Grand Duke of Mecklenburgh Strelitz, arrived last even ing at half-past five, at Taymouth Castle. Yesterday morning his Royal Highness left Inverary Castle, where he had been on a visit to the Duke and Duchess of Ar gyll, and left Taymouth Castle again this morning at nine o'clock, for Scone Palace, where the illustrious Duke will stay on a short visit to Lord Mansfield. His Royal Highness was received at Taymouth Castle with all the honours which are always paid to members of the Royal Family when they honour that magnificent seat with their presence. A royal salute was tired from the heights as the carriage drove through the grounds, and Lord Breadalbane's band, with a goodly show of his Lordship's followers, received the Duke of Cambridge at the principal entrance to the Castle. Lord Breadulbane arrived at Taymouth in the afternoon of yesterday, from Black Mount, where his Lordship has been entertaining a party of friends during the past week. The Queen, Prince Albert, and the Princess Royal continue in the enjoyment of robust health. The air of the place appears to agree remarkably well with her Majesty, who, perhaps, never looked so well in her life. Preparations are making for the departure of the Court, which will take place on Tuesday morning, at eight o'clock.—Post. COLLIERY EXPLOSION. DREADFUL LOSS OF LIFE. (TROM A CORRESPONDENT.) SUNDERLAND, SEPT. 29.—Intelligence has just reached this town that an explosion, attended with a dreadful loss of life, took place yesterday afternoon at Haswell colliery, about ten miles distant from this place. It is stated that it happened at the time when there were up wards of one hundred men in the pit. The men work in " shifts," or sets, one of which had just descended to re lieve the other. Up to eight o'clock this morning it is reported that eighty bodies had been taken out dead : this may be an exaggeration, but that the loss has been fearful, appears too probable. (FROM ANOTHER CORRESPONDENT.) On Saturday, at three o'clock in the afternoon, a most awful proof of the dangers constantly attendant on the work in which coal-miners are employed, occurred at Haswell colliery. It is believed that upwards of a hundred lives are sacrificed, but the extent of the injury is not yet known with certainty. Our information is derived from a private source : our informant states that he was at the pit's mouth for some hours on Saturday night ; the cage was then constantly going up and down the shaft, but no one was permitted to descend except some workmen of the colliery ; afterwards some stone masons were sent for and descended. At that time (seven o'clock on Saturday night) none of the bodies had been brought to the bank, and the greatest secresy was. maintained as to the number who had perished, and the cause of the accident. Some persons who expressed a wish to descend were refused. The accident is attributed to an explosion of fire. damp, which occurred, as before stated, at three on Saturday afternoon. At that time it is believed there were upwards of one hundred men in the pit ; and no one appears to entertain any doubt but that all have perished. The state of the neighbourhood it is utterly impossible to describe. llaswell is a small colliery vil lage, eighteen miles from Newcastle-upon-Tyne and seven from Durham. It is supposed an inquest will be held on Monday. SUNDAY, ONE O'CLUCK.—I sent two of my clerks to Haswell at three this morning ; they have just returned; ninety-six are killed—there may be more, that number were brought to the bank. The men at the colliery are all busy in knocking pieces of wood together for coffins. It is believed that three men who were at the bottom of the pit are saved. ADDITIONAL PARTICULARS. This calamity appears to have been even more dreadful than we at first announced. The number of men in the pit at the time of the explosion was nearly 150. Only one man, it is said, has escaped alive or uninjured. Upwards of 100 dead bodies have already been brought to the bank. It is utterly impossible to, describe the dreadful anguish of the surviving relatives. One man was found unsinged, with his cap in. his mouth ; he had probably placed it there in order to pre vent the foul air getting into his mouth. Several had their fingers closed into each other, and pressing on their mouths. Fifteen putters (boys and young men employed in taking the coals from the hewers to the bottom of the shaft) were in one lump—all clasped together. They had their clothes on prepared to ascend. When working they are nearly naked. The state of the relatives beggars all description. Each cottage had its dead father or brothers, or both. Three men at the bottom of the shaft were saved. The shock was so great that the roof near theni had fallen down, and so blocked up the passage as to stop the further progress of the bad air. These men, thus providentially rescued, were the first who brought the intelligence to the bank. The explosion was not heard by those outside the pit. The men, when asked the cause of the dreadful accident, say that the state of the pit must have been known to some persons ; but it does not appear that any com plaints had been previously made. One lad had his bones sticking out of his thigh; many had their bones broken, some were very much scorched.. while others to all external appearance were uninjured. The "after damp" is generally fatal to those who escape the immediate effect of the explosion. The three men saved are John Thompson, waggon wayman ; John Hall, hewer ; and Coats, putter. These three were at the bottom of the shaft when the explosion occurred. An equally disastrous explosion occurred twenty years ago at Wallsend, about four miles from Newcastle• on-Tyne. A hundred and one perished on that occasion. Wallsend was then under the superintendence of the late Mr. Buddle, who was also the head viewer of the Northumberland and Durham coal trade ; and it strangely happens that Mr. Foster, the present head viewer, is the practical superintendent at Haswell and some neighbouring collieries. MEDICAL REFORM. THE DAY OF RETRIBUTION HAS ARRIVED. TO THE EDITOR OF THE SUN. SlR,—Thank Heaven, the day of retribution has ar. rived! The infamous persecution of Hygeista about ten years ago by a set of paltry diplomaed and grossly ig norant country dcctors, is now recoiling against the whole profession with treble force. The infamous mane ner in which these paltry doctors imposed upon con fiding juries (because they lost their patients) is now made manifest to all persons. They are all sinking to gether, and though they obtained by hand a temporary triumph, they have been the means of hastening the grand question of medical reform by fifty years. Yes, we shall now have the grand question fairly decided by the voice of the people. They have found out that doc tors have made medicine a perfect trade, and they are determined to be no longer imposed upon. Every per son throughout England must now see through the whole business. The medical trade may he considered at an end. We will have true physicians, not parties who, by keeping the public in ignorance of the truth,, under the sanction of a piece of parchment, ma k e a trade of the miseries of the great human family! Joseph Webb and Thomas La Mott, behold your persecutors sinking i nto m erited contempt! A HYGEIST, AND AN ENEMY TO PERSECU TION AND FRAUD. London, Sept. 30, 1844. Mg. BURKE'S NEW DICTIONARY OF THE LANDED GENTRY. PART are requested to state that Mr. Colburn, of Great Marlborough-street, has this day published the Third Part, price los. 6d., of Mr. Burke 's " history of the Landed Gentry ; a Genealogical and Heraldic Dictionary of the whole of the Landed Gentry, or Untitled Aristocracy of England, Scotland, and Ireland," to be completed in Four Parts, forming a single volume of 1,600 pages, beautifully printed, uniformly with the author's popular " Peerage and Baronetage,' Agents—for Scotland, Messrs. Bell and Bradfute, Edin burgh; for Ireland, Mr. John Cumming, Dublin. Orders received by all Booksellers. AMERICAN 111 EAT RIC ALB.—Mr. Macready is now playing his principal characters in the Arch-street Theatre, Philadelphia. He will appear at the Park in a week or two, and having finished his engagement there, will return, we believe, to England. It is calculated that Mr. Macready has cleared about fifty or sixty thou sand dollars in this country, besides making - a great many personal friends in the political and literary cir cles ; and universally, we believe, enemies in the ranks. of his own profession. On the whole, he is a great actor ; rather eccentric as a man ; and has justly been denomi nated " the last of the cocked hats." Anderson, who has been called the " double" of Macready, has just finished his engagement at the Park. Ire has been well received. We doubt, however, whether he will make half the money in this country that his great prototype has made. lie is too much of a copyist for that, although a highly re spectable actor,—Neu Y ork Paper. 0 0 / 1 latief erilg