The Sun.
London, England, 1855-11-05 00:00:00

HIGH WATER AT LONDON BRIDGE.

T.flg DAY—Morn 9 min.aft. 11—Ev,ming 33 min. aft. 11
T )4fonaow—Morn. 0 min.aft. o—Evening lrain. aft. 12

THE WEATHER.—SUN OFFICE, Nov. 4.
THERMOMETER, IN THE SHADE.
46—highest since noon yesterday.
42—:oweFt this morrting and during the night.
47—this day at noon.
BAROMETER, 30'08.
Win), N.N.E.—Light, with fine clear sunshiny weather.
NOVEMBER 5.
40 —highest since noon yesterday.
30--lowest this morning and during the night.
46 —thin day at noon.

BAROMETER, 30.28—stil1 rising.
WlNr—W.S.W.—Light, with fine sunshiny weather,
11 fog in tho morning.

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LONDON, MONDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 1855

The veteran LAIS DOR is &till on the look out
from his watch tower. His eagle eye lately de-
tected, perd,c, spinewhere in a byewly—uncared

for, old and itupov9rished—a descendant of DEFOE.
His earnest voice, sounding as of old like a
trumpet through the Press, and by means of the
Press becoming re-echoed throughout the country
far and wide, called iipon us, one and all, to
see to it,that no such disgrace should fall upon
our generation, as that poverty should be the lot

in his extreme age, of any cne beating the name o

the patriot author of the "The True-Born Eng-
lishman." Fervently lot us hope that the plea
advanced by SAVAGE LANDOIt, in behalf of our
glorious DEFOE'S descendant, may not have been
raised in vain ; but that some substantial tribute to
his memory may solace the declining years of his
remote offspring, and while so doing attest
the affectionate interest with which his
fame is to this day cherished among his fellow-
countrymen. It is a meed duo to the Father of
our English Essayists—to the poet of the "Jure
Divino"—to the historian of the " Plague of
London"—to the great humorist-novelist-sati-
rist-publicist—the inimitable author of the in-
comparable "Robinson Crusoe." WALTER
SAVAGE LANDOR has pointed out to us very lately
the manner in which we may signally evidence
our regard for the memory of DEFOE, our appre-
ciation of his masculine genius, and our respect
for his uncompromising civism. Shame to us if
the hint be not taken betimes. Shame to us if
the descendant of ono so much the glory of our
Jitorature should be allowed to pass away to his
grave unnoticed and unhonoured—his grey hairs
his penury unassuaged, his name un-
recognised
contemned,
as a talisman to the respect and sym-
• True-born Englishman.
pathy of every
Scarcely have we listened to this startling
appeal, forced upon our notice so very unexpect-
edly by Mr. LANDOR, in behalf of an old man,
whose veins, though cooling with age, are yet
warmed with the blood that throbbed a hundred
and odd years ago in the heart of DANIEL DEFOE
when we are aroused anew to attention by the
voice of our veteran man-of-letters calling to us
again, and this time, if possible, more earnestly
than ever, from his grey ohl watch tower. The
cry raised now in such forceful accents, if it means
anything means a cry of anguish, almost of do
spair, over the dreadful spectacle of England
diceing away her honour, her blood, and her
treasures, because of the whims of an octogenarian
Commanders' C' in- oref , and of are caprices of a
Germanised Government. •

The truth
we are always in extremes. For-
merly we placed at the head of our army in the
E old Generals no longer fit for active service,
worn out, used up, done literally and tho-
rol-011Y* W°l-icierfu'l CAPtAin3 of the Penisular-
v If-Hine—men who ought to have been snugly
,‘;LFc..ojced home by their cerefortable firesides,
their poor old feet in slippers and their poor old
heads tucked under flannel nightcap, instead
of /
straddline, about crim TArliary in jack boots « a
world too whle for their shrunk shanks," and
playing the very (t)vil with the meteor flag of
'England amour, the ruins of Inkerman and far
away down in the fatal valley of Balaklava. Now
it seems the tables are turned. The old men have
had their day, as the dogs have theirs. The
Peninsular heroes have been tried and found
wanting. The juniors are to follow in due course
—but not rationally as people had hoped ; on the
contrary, it appears now
clan-Tie. There is the most irrationally. Fur
supreme post of honour
and responsibility, that of the Commander-in-
(Thief. To whom in the name of fortune is this
hij!i award2d Ly our .
sag rulers, now