The Express.
London, England, 1867-09-10 00:00:00

NINEB,-(TBIS DAY.)

OKI O'CLOCK.
The mining market is rather activo to-day,
and a fresh rise has occurred in some cases. Sub-
joined are the quotations :—Prince of Wales, Oils.
to 525. ; Drakewalls, 13s. Gd. to 15a. Gd. ;
West Great Work, 31 to 4 ; Great Vor, 18 to
1 ; Devon Great Consols, 410 to 420; East
Lovell, 71 to 81; North Treskerby, 1 to lq ;
Wheal Trelawney, Gk to 7i ; North Crafty, 31 to
4„ ; Great Retallack, 4to ; Clifford, 7i to /
East Caradon, 51 to ; Wheal Mary Ann, 17 to
18 ;, East Basset, 17 to 18 ; and East Lovell,
11 to 3.
Foreign and colonial mining shares are inquired
for. St. John del Rey are quoted 59 to 61 ; Don
Pedro, 13 to 2 prem. ; Anglo-L'razilian, 1 to
prem. ; Pestarena, „to prem. ; Chontalos, to
prem. ; Rosaa Grande, to 3 ; Anglo-Italian,
to 4 prem. ; United Mexican, 11 to 21 ; Frontino
and -Bolivia, 4 to / prem. ; and Port Phillip,
11 to

The Harrow and Sudbury mail bags, duo at five
o'clock yesterday morning, were min on the atrial of
the train at Euston station.

THE WHEAT HwsvE,T.—lns letter to the Times,
Mr. J. J, Mecki thus exprrues his opinion with regard to
the present harvest:—" It is evidently very difficult to
arrive at a correct estimate., to the yield of our growing
crops. and quite impossible to do so by a flying survey by
rail. On close examination' especially of laid crops, the
kernels will be found small, in many oases shrivelled, and
densely encased by chaff. The ears, too, are small. We
hear nothing this season of corn shelled out by the wind,
or bursting through its chaff, as was the case in the abun-
dant year of 1865. It certainly appears now clearly to me
that our wheat harvest must fall short of average."

A FEAT CAE OP SENSATIONAL NOVELS. —Great
love and despair' and the sense of en irredeemable useess
sacrifice and a horrible mistake, might excuse, if they did
not warrant, such an outbreak. The difference is very
clear and easily to he defined. At sail a moment the
reader forgives, and his mind is not revolted by a hopeless
burst of passion, even though possible vice and the greatest
of social sins i 4 involved in it. And there is no sin in-
volved in the light talk and pLrasea which may mean
nothing ; yet to everybody of pure mind it is those latter
which are most disgusting. Nor is this distinction an
arbitrary one. When a humad creature is under the in-
fluence of passion, it may be moved to the wildest
thoughta, the most hopeless impulses, suggestions utterly
foreign to its natural character ; but its utterance in its
cooler moments expresses the ordinary tenour of life. A
woman, driven wild by the discovery of domestic fraud
and great wrong, might propose any sin in Ler frenzy
and yet might be innocent ; whereas a woman who makes
uncleanly suggestions in the calm of her ordinary talk, is
a creature altogether unendurable and beyond the pale.
This distinction is one which goes deeper than mere criti-
cism. It is &point upon which social literature and society
itself go much astray. When people who scarcely know
each other, and do not care for each other, are obliged to
meet, the lightest of light talk naturally coulee in to fill
up the stray moments ; and it is very handy for the
novelist who has many stray corners to fill up ; but now
and then a point of some kind must be given to this light
social froth. If not wit, which is not always at hand.
why then a little license, a touch of nastiness—something
that will shock if not amuse. This is the abomination in
the midst of us. Perhaps the indication it would seem to
give of darker evil concealed below may be false—and we
not only hope but believe that it is false—but of itself it
is the height of unloveliness.—Bluckiro9da foe
I Septemer.