The Sun.
London, England, 1855-09-10 00:00:00

THE SUN, LONDON, IVIONDA Y EVEN !_r!4 SEPTEMBER 10 1855,

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POLICE INTELLIGENCE.-(TIIIS. DAY.)

Nearly the whole of the country markets held on Satur-
day were very moderately supplied with wheat, which
sold stea,ily, and 'Aces bad an upward tendency. All
spring corn and flour were very firm, and rather dearer.
The latest accounts from New York state that flour was
dull and cheaper. Most of the continental markets are
excited, and prices are still advancing.
Very moderate supplies of English grain were received
up to our market last week. The principal imports from
abroad were 15,03 quarters of wheat, 18,477 barley,
51,41 G oats, 25 beans, 1,812 peas, and 4,512 sacks of flour.
The arrivals of English wheat fresh up from market, to-
day, coastwise and by land carriage, were ou a very mode-
rate scale, and chiefly composed of the new crop. The
show of samples was small, and the demand for all kinds
ruled brisk, at an advance in the quotations paid on Mon-
day last of from 2s to 3s p=•r quarter, at which improve-
ment a good clearance was effected.

MANSION-HOUSE.

POCKET PICKING.—Two boys, named Garb, er and
Dennis, were charged before Alderman Wire wit h. pick-
ing pockets.

Mr. John Berks, coffee-house keeper, 65, S 4, Mary
Axe, was passing along Aldgate on Saturds. V
When near the Bull Inn he felt something tc ia.,eh his
pocket, and (al turning round he saw the prison er. 3 with
his handkerchief between them, endeavouring to ,t 'nceal
it. He gave them into custody.

The policeman who took them in charge said G nrdner
bad been committed i:efore. Dennis was a tit, torious
character, and was continually prowling abt nit the
neighbourhood of Alt?gate and Whitechapel.

Gardt.er wag committed fnr twenty•one days. Dennis
was remanded till Wednesday.

The supply of foreign wheat was very moderate, and the
trade ruled somewhat active, at 2s to 33 per quarter above
the rates current on this day so'nnight.
Floating cargoes were quite 2s dearer.
Maley—the show of which was on the increase —ruled
steady, at very full prices.
Malt sold to a fair extent at extreme rates.
Although the supply of foreign oats was large, the oat
trade was tolerably firm, at last week's currency.
Beans were in short supply and good request, at extreme
rates.

GUILDHALL.

SHOP-LIFTING —Frederick ?''timer and Jane Tumer.
his wife, were paced at the bar, before Sir Peter I .curie,
in custody of Haydon and Brett, two City 'detective
officers, charged with shop-lifting.
Haydon stated that on Saturday evening he, was in
Ludgate-street, with Brett, when they noticed 1;h e male
prisoner looking into Mes,ri.Willetts and Co.'s ,(d rapers)
shop window, and the female prisoner leaving tale, shop.
She went up the street, followed by the male 'pr:.soner,
and when at the corner of St. Paul's-church ya rd she
spoke to him. They then went round the north side of
the churchyard, and stopped in front of Mr. Lockett's
(late Nicholson) lace shop. The female prisoner went
in and sat on the left hand side of the shop, the man
walking up and dawn on the outside looking into the
window. She cane out of the shop, passed the man
without speaking, and went round into Cheapside. The
man, after remaining a short time, followed her, and
joined her in St. Martin's-le-grand. The prisoners went
into a public-housil in Aldersgate-street, and came out
without having anything. He and Brett followed them
into Goswell-street. and then they went up to them and
charged the female prisoner with having been into a shop
in St. Paul's-churtchy..-1. one (mined it. A cab was
called, into which they were placed, and driven to the
station-house. The female prisoner, whilst in the cab,
handed him a roll of ribbon, which she took from her
dress.

The sale for peas was rather active, and the quotations
had an upward tendency.

We had a good demand for flour, at fully 2s to 3s per
sack more money.
CURRENCY PER IMPERIAL MEASURE.

Wheat—Essex St Kent.
Red .• .. new 683 to 80a
Ditt0........ old —s —a
Ditto, White new 73s 85s
Ditt0........ old 85s 87s
'Norfolk and Lin-
coln, Red, old €es 783
Ditto new •• •• 7h 78s
Rye—Old ............ —s —s
New ............ 46s 503
Barley—Grinding..• •• 30s 3331
Malting .•••••• •. 32. 33s
Chevalier— . . 34s 3551
Bislt—Suffolk and N0r-
f01k.....• .• •• 62s 67s
8r0wn............... 58s 60s
Kingston and Ware 68e 7081

}felt—Chevalier •• 70s to 71s
Oats Yorkshire and
Lincolnsk., Feed 25s 3)
Potato • • 28s 31s
Youghal and Cork
Black* ••• 24s 28s

Cork, White ... • • 26s 30s
Scotch, Feed.•... 27s 30r
Beans—Tick ... ••.. .. 41s 44s
Pigeons ..... 43s 47s
Peas—Grey 35s 38s
Maple . .... 38s 40s
White... •• •• •... 40s 44s

Boilers 46s 50s
Flour—Town-made... 68s 73s
Suffolk •... 56s 57s
Stooktn & worrnik 6G 67-

METROPOLITAN CATTLE MARKET.

About average supplies of foreign stock arrived in the
Port of London last week, the total supply amounting to
7,873 head. In the corresponding week in 1854 we received
10,105; in 1853, 10,787 ; in 1852, 10,612; in 1851, 11,380;
in 1850, 9,000; and in 1849, 4,'.00 head.

Brett deposed that he searched the male prisoner ix
the cab, and found in his bat a roll of ribbon. In his
eoat peket he found nine other pieces of ribbon, and
two pairs of new sti ckings.

IMPORTS INTO LONDON LAST WEEK.
From Beasts. Sheep. Lambs. Calves. Pigs.
Brake
Hamburgh
Pordt 69 22 1
Bremen
Tonuingen 436 388 ~ .
Rotterdam
Harlingen
Niou Diep 62 ... 1,409 ... 10 46 ...
Antwerp

The female assistant who served the female prisoner
identified her as the. person who came to their shop on
Saturday night and asked to look at some ribbons. She
said she was not .particul tr as to style and quality.
After the prisoner• was gone she missed a piece of ribbon
similar to that n 3 w produced.

Sir Peter Laurie said he should send the case for
trial, and cautioned such persons as the prisoners how
they conducted themselves, for they might depend upon
it it was impossible they could escape the vigilance of
such excellent ,Affiztri as the two detectives in this case.

T0ta1.... 1,668 ... 4,878 122 434 ... 771
The yearly comparison of weekly imports is as under :
Beasts. Sheep. Lambs. Calves. Pigs.
1854 1,616 7,165 ... 169 ... 487 ... 668
1853 1,858 7,914 27 729 211
1852 1,395' ... 7,916 141 ... 603 557
1851 1,859 7,513 ... 7.32 616 630
1850 1,572 52,10 65 403 286
1849 961 _. 3,352 _. 34 151 . 220

The prisonear, who declined saying anything, were
committed,

ROBBING AN EMPLOYER.—John Dear, formerly turn-
key of Newgat e, a»ti who has been once convicted, was
charged with robbing his employer, Mr. Feast, (late
Batty and Feat) the extensive oil and pickle merchant,
carrying on busi.-ness, 15 and 16, Finsbury-pavement.
Pmknian, one fif the detectives, stated that, from in-
formation he received, he went to the prosecutor's ware-
house On Saturday, and saw Mr. Cooper, the mana-
ger ; from that be went to the prisoner's resi-
dence, and there found two gallons of vinegar,
two gallons of olive oil, one gallon of ketchup, two china
vases, two E,rusean vases, two pounds preserved salmon,
and various other articitP, identified by Mr. Feast as his
property. He removed the property to the prosecutor's,
and there saw the prisoner. He told him what lie had
found at his lodgings in Billiter-street, and that part of
the articles had been identified by his employer as never
having been sold. The prisoner said be could account
for the possession of the articles, and on his way to the
station-house he said he bad been a fool in trying to
serve other people, for how could he have got away so
much property without some assistance._
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To•day's market was rather extensively supplied with
foreign stock, but its general quality was inferior.
Compared with last week, there was a considerable in-
crease in the supply of home fed beasts. Although the
attendance of butchers was tolerably good, the beef trade
ruled very dull, at a decline in the quotations of fully 4d.
per Blbs. The top figure for beef was 4s. 10d. per 81bs.
From Lincolnshire, Leicestershire, and Northampton.
shire, we received 2,900 short horns; from other parts of
England, 500 of various breeds ; and from Scotland, 40
Scots.

The supply of sheep was considerably in excess of Mon-
day last, consequently all kinds moved off heavily, at a
fall in value of from 2d. to 43. per Sibs.
The laiub season is now over. The few lambs in the
market were very dull, at 2d. to 4d. per 81bs. leas money.
Calves were in most supply, and fair request, at full
quotations.

There was a moderate basiness doing in pigs, at last
week's currency.

Per Sibs to oluk the offalo.

s. d. s. d. s. d. s d.
Inferior Beasts.... 3 6to 3 tqPrineeSoathdown 4 8 5 0
Second quality.... 3 10 4 2i Large crse. calves 4 4 410
Prime large oxen 4 4 4 61Prime small do 5 0 5 4
Primo Scots, die. 4 8 4 10iLarge hogs
Inferior Sheep ...3 4 3 61Small porkers 4 0 4 6
Second quality ...3 3 4 o;Suckling calves 23 0 30 0
Prime crse.-wlled.4 2 4 6. Quarter old pigs 22 0 28 0
Lamb 4s 2d to 5s Od.
TOTAL SUPPLY. SOBEIGN SUPPLY.
Beasts •............. 5,A55 8ea5t5.................... 2,919
sheep ..... .........29,760 , Sheep ..•• •• •• •• 3,491
Calves ••••.. 25. i Ca1ve5.......... ......•• 213
A statement and comparison of the supplies and prices of fat
stock exhibited and sold in Smithfield Cattle Market, on
Monday, Sept. 11, 1854, and in the Metropolitan Market
this day, Monday, Sept. 10, 1855.
Per 81bs, to sink the offals.
Sept. 11, 1854. Sept.lo,lBFs
s. d. s. d. s. d. s. d
Coarse and inferior beasts
Second quality ditto 3 4 3 813 10 4 2
Prime large oxen ... 310 4 8 1 4 4 6
Prime Scots, die 410 5 014 8 410
Coarse and inferior sheep 3 6 3 Bi 3 4 3 6
Second quality ditto ... 310 4 0 3 8 4 0
Prime coarse woolled ditto 4 2 4 814 2 4 6
Priite Southdown ditto 410 5 0:4 8 5 0
Lambs ... 4 2 5 6 1 2 5 0
Large coarse calves ... 3 0 3 8,4 4 410
Prime small ditto ... 31l 4 45 0 5 4
Large hogs ... 3 0 4 2 3 6 310
seat small porkers 4 4 4 8 4 0 4 6
Beasts... ... 5,313 5.655
Sheep 37,290 29.760
Calves... 205 256
540
SUPPURS ON SALE, Sept. 12, 1853.—Beasts, 6,083 ; sheep and
lamb, 28,550; calves, 325; pigs, 360.
Sept. 13, 1852.—Beasts, 5,267; sheep and lambs, 29,210;
calves, 350; pigs, 380.

Mr. Feast stated that he employed 100 men, and he
had reason to suspect the person who had assisted the
prisoner in dealing the goods.
Sir Peter Laurie asked Mr. Feast if he knew the pri-
soner bad been previously convicted, and had been a
turnkey in Newgate ?

Mr. Feast said he was not aware of it till this morn•
ing. The pri,oner had been his carman about six months,
and he had a character with him from two Australian
merchants of Biditer-street, whose offices his wife was
employed to clean.

Sir Peter Laurie said it was extraordLiary how a man
like the prisoner could have so imposed on these parties.
Spriugate, the gaoler, said the prisoner was for some
years in the police force before he was turnkey of New-
gate. He was convicted and sentenced to 12 months'
imprisonment for obtaining a sovereign under false pre-
tences.

Sir Peter Laurie said the prisoner, finding he had no
chance of escaping, was now desirous of confessing his
guilt, and who was implicated with him, but he did nut
feel disposed to let him off so easily. He should com-
mit the prisoner for tr►al. No doubt Mr. Feast would
be able to prove the guilt of the suspected parties
without the evidence of the prisoner.
The prisoner was committed.

LITERATURE.

Poems. By Matthew Arnold. Second Edition.
1854. Longman and Co.
Poems. By Matthew Arnold. Second Series,
1855. Longman and Co.
It is something quite refreshing to meet for once
in a way—as in the instance of Mr. Arnold—with
a poet who can write both musicallyand coherently.
Can he not ? Read that exquisite poem of his—
" The Church of Brou "—and answer. Answer,
then, if here, at length, we have not one man, at
least, who can chaunt forth strains of genuine
poetry—no mere metrical fragments, scraps of
graceful versification—but true poetry (such as it
is), rising up like a sound of sweet music through
all this hubbub of rhythmical rant, -rhymed gib-
berish, vapouring mysticism, and conceited rhodo-
moutade. It comes to us like a relief, a balm, an
anodyne, a delicious assuagement. We drink in
the unaccustomed melodies somewhat' as Saul
must have drunk in the dulcet tones trickling from
the harp strings of the Hebrew shepherd—for
(reverently be it said) the Son of Kish could hardly
have been more maddened by his evil spirits than
we have had reason to be goaded almost to the
verge of insanity by the ravings and howlings of
the mob of false-bards, irritating the patience,
stunning the ears, and afflicting the intellects of
this ill-fated generation. Almost the only really
great poet living has but very recently capped the
climax of this din of discords by the shrieks and
babblings of that miserable Maud, who, as the
" sheeted dead" once "squeaked and gibbered in
the Roman streets" what time great Caesar fell—
comes forth nowadays to mark, as it were, as by a
dreadful portent, the downfall of the lofty and
beautiful intellect of Alfred Tennyson. Inng
since we bad been compelled to listen with an in-
describable anguish to the croakings of Elizabeth
Barrett Browning—one whose voice had erst been
so ravishingly harmonious, but which seemed to
have grown hoarse, and harsh, and guttural, and
discordant, from long sitting in an uncomfortable
draft at the Casa Guidi Windows, mooning over
the heads of the rabble of Florence and maunder-
ing about impossible republics and impracticable
confederations. Then, again, Robert Browning—
the modern Bien who had espoused this our Eng-
lish Sappho--had he not himself already horrified
our imagination through his dissonant Christmas
Eve and Easter Day," by singing us with a snuffling
"song thro' the nose" into that detestable little
conventicle, among the stifling crowd of which he
gave us so hideous a glimpse of a very horrible wen
tied up in a handkerchief ? After all which, have
we not had quite an appalling surfeit of the Spas-
modics ? Have we not had tuneful aspirants
thronging about cur ears, who fancied they!could
roar you like any sucking doves—fellows, howbeit,
braying with more than the assinine bellow of
goodwan Bottom ? Each fresh•comer with his
little, moonstruck following of votaries crying him
up to the skies as though he were a new Tyrtmus
—or as though in his hands the lyre were in those
of a greater and a more gifted wizard of the chords
than T imothe us ! One, by the sheer force, we pre-
sume, of a most poignant indignation has
raved into being the inimitable satirist
of these abortions of intellect—we mean
the ingenious Mr. T.,Peycy Jones, the author of
" Firmilian." Another has so ranted about the
sun, and the moon, and the stars, and the comets,
and the clouds, and the ocean, that he has whirled
us, and himself, and the earth, and the heavens
back again into chaos, so utter and irretrievable that
before the close of his raging paroxysm of exceed-
ingly blank verse, ho cries out, as with a cry of
stark, staring lunacy—
" God ! our souls are apron'd waiters !"
Another is so dandled into premature fame, toge-
ther with his own Babe Christable by the nimious
zeal of their critical forefathers, that he lifts up his
voice in regard to the great Russian War, and that,
too, in a tone so high and loud from over-confi-
dence in its compass and sonorousness, that it
fairly cracks with the earliest utterance. Alas !
the idols are broken not only in the Temple of
Baal, but also in some of the loftiest niches of the
poetic Walhalla. The iconoclasts, moreover, strange
to say, are the very men in whose honour these
tawdry and shattered images were erected. The
instruments of destruction employed are the iron
pens with which they were to have engraven their
names in ineffaceable characters upon the tablets
of immortality.
Wherefore, we repeat, it is absolutely refreshing
to meet, in the person of Mr. Arnold, with one who
can write verses which are, in some sort, at once
both melodious and comprehensible. His
elaborate explanatory preface to the first edi-
tion of his avowed " Poems"—a preface penned
on the Ist of October, 1853, and dated Fox
How, Ambleside—indicated that he had from
the outset appreciated the real nature of the evil
infecting this the loftiest department of our litera-
ture—" The great vice of our intellect, manifesting
itself," says he, "in our incredible vagaries, in
letters, in art, in religion, in morals"—is, that " it
wants sanity," that "it is fantastic." Adding signi-
ficantly and in admiring wonder, " Sanity—that is
the great virtue of the ancient literature." It is
the merit-, let us observe at once, of these " Poems:
By Matthew Arnold." If nothing else, they are,
they must be allowed even by the most captious,
to be at least sane, at least lucid, at least compre-
hensible. To us they are more. They are not only
rational in their coherence, and in their all-per-
vading capability of being immediately understood
upon the first perusal—they are, besides this, full of
na,sion and feeling, sometimes expressive of ex-
ceeding grace and tenderness, occasionally adorned
with utterances of elevating and ennobling senti-
ments. " Solirab and Rustum," the principal
poem in the earlier volume, opens, it is true, with
the intolerable affectation of a wholly unaccoun-
table conjunction—
" And the first grey of morning filled the Esst," &c.
Yet, forgetting that freak ofsyn tax by an effort of good
nature, and pa-sing on to the context, the reader
will find the simple grandeur of the narrative rising
slowly, but appreciably, upon the recognition of
his judgment as he advances, and when the climax
of the tragic incident is attained, will assuredly (if
he have any apprehension of what is most affecting
or most beautiful) discover that with himself,
hardly less than with the elder hero of the tale—
" . . His soul sets to grief, as the vast tido
Of the bright rocking ocean sots to shore
At the full moon."

Ferdousi had already celebrated the history of
" Sohrab and Rustum" in a poem—that poem had
already been translated from the Orient original
into French by Mohl—nevertheless, Mr. Ar-
nold was happily not in any way deterred
by these circumstances from recounting the
occurrence anew in our own language, impressed
as ho was with a profound sense of the
wonderful pathos of the catasirophe. 13:mu-
tiful and noble though this poem undoubtedly is
as a ivcord of the death of Sohrab by the hand of
his father, Rustum, it is considerably surpassed
to our thinking by the minor poem already alluded
to in these remarks of ours—" The Church of
Brou"—a narrative in three parts, and in three
different metres, descriptive of the " Castle," the
" Church," and the " Tomb." In the first—
" Steeds are neighing, gallants glittering,
Gay, her smiling lord to greet,
From her mullion"l chamber elsement
Smiles the Duchess Marguerite."
Her lord is killed soon afterwards in a boar-hunt ;
and the Duchess awaits his return, in the castle
hall, impatiently.

" In the hall, with sconces blazing,
Lsdies waiting round her seat,
Clothed in smiles, beneath the dais
Sate the Duchess Marguerite."
The hunters, after a pause in the outer court in
the darkness—

" Slowly entered with their Master;
In the hail they laid him ‘l,m7n. •
On his coat were leaves and bloodstains,
On his brow an angry frown."
Thus suddenly widowed, the Duchess Marguerite
dedicates her life thenceforth to the building of
The Church of Brou, in which when it is at length
completed, her artists raise, at her bidding, a noble
monument—

" On the tomb two forms they sculptured,
Life like in the marble pale.
Ono the Duke in helln and armour
One the Duchess in her veil."
Her widowed career is thus accomplished :
" Round the tomb the carv'd stone fretwork
\Vaa at Eastertide put on.
The: the Duchess closed her labours
And she died at the St. John."
Such is part ono, "The Castle," as dimly hinted
through these fragmentary quotations. Part two,
" The Church," depicts in less than half a dozen
stanzas the sequestered edifice in the seclusion and
silence of its solemn Alpine scenery. Part three
being exquisitely descriptive of " The Tomb" it-
self, as it shines forth, glorified in the sunset
streaming through " the vast western window of
the nave," while
"- On the pavement round the Tomb there glints
A chequer work of glowing sapphire tints,
And amethyst, and ruby."
Then, exclaims the poet, as he apostrophises the
" Marble pair"—

then unclose
lour eyelids on the stone where ye repose,
And from your 'broidei'd pillows lift your heads,
And your cold white marble beds, "
And rise u
And, looking down on the warm and rosy tints
That chequer at your feet the illumined *flint
say—, What is this? We are in bliss— forgisv'en—
Behold the pavement of the courts of hewer
Or let it be an autumn nittht when a
Doth rustlingly above your heads complain
On the smooth leaden roof, and on the walls
Shedding her pensive light at intervals
•
The hfoon through the c
lere•story windows shines
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