The Sun.
London, England, 1855-11-08 00:00:00

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" With my back to the fire and my paunch to the table
Lot me oat, lot me drink as long as I am able ;
Let me eat, lot me drink whata'or I set my whims on,
Until my nose is blue, and my jolly visage crimson."
And that reminds one—best of all—of—what ?
The gutteral voice of glorious Paul Bedford and
the fiddles of poor Rodwell, rollicking off to the
tune of—

Jolly nose ! the bright rubies that garnish thy tip
Are dug from the mines of canary :
And to keep up their lustre I moisten my lip
With hogsheads of claret and sherry.
Jolly nose he who BOOS thee across a broad glass
Beholds thee in all thy perfection;
And to the pale snout of a temperate ass
Entertains the profoundest otjection."
Which in its turns calls back to mind the chirrup-
ing tones of delightful Mrs. Keeley as that archest
of arch-scamps, Jack Shepherd, trolling out the
best slang song over written
" In a box of a stoao jug I was born,
Of a hempen widow the kid forlorn,
Fake away.
And my father, as I've heard say,
Fake away,
Was s merchant of capers gay,
Who cut his last fling with great applause,
Xix my dolly pals, fake away.
Who cut his last fling with great applause,
To the tune of a hearty choke with caper sauce,'
Fake away.
The knucks in tined did my schoolmaster play,
Fake away,
And put me up to the time of day,
Until at last there was none so knowing,
Nix my dolly pals, fake away.
And so forth to the close of the song of the " regu-
lar rollicking Romauy"—flashiest of flash chaunts,
the pride of the aCEXOL., as it would have been of
old the glory of Alsatia ! A gladly welcome treat
to every lover of genuine lyrical poetry this volume
must prove beyond all question, from the earliest
of the wild legends herein recounted to the latest
of Mr. Ainsworth's animated and ingenious trans-
lations.

The Martins of Cro' Martin,. No. 12,
Introduces us to Captain Martin about to make
preparations for his journey, from which, however,
he is deterred by an unworthy suspicion that after
all lie may only be the dupe of et designing woman
anxious to try her power over him. Could he not
send Fletcher instead, who would be back in a
fortnight with the whole state of the case ? Before
he has arrived at a conclusion, Mr. Merle makes
his appearance in apparent trouble and anxiety.
Government has been carrying things with to
high a hand, and mischief is brewing. Stocks goo
going rapidly down. lie will bo a loser of some
thirteen thousand pounds, needs money, and must
turn some of the Captain's Irish securities into
cash ; which of them shall he select ? The Captain
is indignant and imprudently sarcastic ; when he
gave those securities, had he not received a pledge
that they should not be negotiated ? There is some
sparring, and finally the Jew money-lender takes
his departure with letters of introduction in his
pocket to " Mademoiselle" and Mr. Scanlan—hav-
ing consented to undertake an inspection of the
Cro' Martin estates. At night, the 'captain repairs
to his club, in the magnificent salon of which he
finds a number of haughty young bloods assem-
bled, who vote the infliction of a fine on any
member who alludes to the great question that is
stirring the Parisian mind to its depths. Play
follows, and Martin, after losing heavily, has a run
of luck. Massingbred enters in great disorder,
fresh from an unexpected conflict, in which he has
barely escaped being shot by the military, and
trodden down by the people. Paris is in arms.
The revolution has commencod. Massingbred, with
a duel in prospect, having its origin since his arrival
at the club, and otherwise meditative, repairs home-
ward with Martin, under whose roof he consents
to pass the night. On the same evening- Lady
Dorothea has a rout, during which Kate Hender-
son electrifies Villemart, and horrifies the guests by
a fierce retort to an unfair and depreciatory por-
traiture of the great leaders of '92. The room is
and ordereo
rapidly cleared, and alone with Lady Dorothea,
Kate is haughtily taken to task,
sit down and write an apology at once, ore st
he
leaves a roof under which she can be no longer suf-
fered to abide. Instead of an apology, however,
her ladyship is presented with a pass signed "Jules
Lagrange, Minister of Police, ad interim." Kate,
it turns out, is deep in the councils of the insur-
gents. Martin enters and urges immediate flight.
The mob are getting the best of it. Finally, Lady
Dorothea, accompanied by her son and Massing-
bred, and escorted by Kate, issue into the street,
and are suffered to pass through the neighbouring
barricade just as the troops arrive. An exciting
scene follows, and Lady Dorothea is borne amid
the rattle of balls into an archway for safety by
Kate, who receives a shot in the arm. Lady Do-
rothea is unable to withstand this proof of devo-
tion, and the number closes on her ladyship while
expressing the strongest sympathy for her wounded
reserver.

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