The Sun.
London, England, 1852-06-14 00:00:00

817-14-ic LONDON,

JUNE . 14,

ADDISCOMBE MILITARY COLLEGE.

Oa Saturday the chairman i.tud a ire t,o3y of the
directors of the Hon. Ea ,t India C.ailLany, prOCP( dt.d
to Addiacombe to receive the usaal nth-yearly repoit of
th 3 plogrosi of the Etudews.
AratnlgA the distinguished visitors were Prince Ed-
ward of Saxe Weimar. the Marquis of Normanhy, the
M%tquis Caintl.en, the Earl of Cariie3le, Lard
Fimdarence, Lord Gough, Lord Montesglc, Lord De
Roq, Lord Ashburton, VoicounG Canniti, L ird Eiohir.-
stone, Lord Mahon, M.P., the Hoy. Vernon
Smith. M.P.; Richard Cobden, Esq., MP.; T„.Baring;,
E,q., MX.; H. J. Willie, Ezq., M.P.; C. L. Bruce, Esq.,
and a large number of unfitary officers of both
fy-rvices.

The advanced students exhibited their attainments in
the course of an exticainlfion in the chapel r:1 the institu-
tion, and in the usual engineering feats of the Coldstream•
and the Baud mooei house.
.
The following g,,ntlemen were then brought forward
for leaving the college in the first clays:—Fur Engineers
Ar, nut. is.,,lntf.,.tt, Lang H. F. Hancock, B. W.
Humphrey, J. R. Monckton, C. S. Thomason, G. P. de-
Pahz:o!ux Falconnet, J. M. Campbell, J. G. T. Griffith.
For Artillery—Messrs. J. H. Bryce, T. N. Hoiberton,
H. E. Harrington, R. A. Smith, 0. Sturges, J. R. Pear-
`", SalweY, W. B. Cumberland, F. C. Trevor, T. 1.1.
Planer, C. Hunter, D. J. M•Grigor, B. L. Gordoa. For
Infantry—Messrs. H. G. Speng, G. S. Pope, C. E. Len-
nox, G. A. Bishop, H. P. Lyeaght, D. G. M.fial:ing,
St. Maur, Wyr.ch, B. G. Jcbb, C. Jameson, T.
Dougal, Charles F. Middleton, A. Gant. The fol-
lowing prizes were then s.warded:—First Class—
A. M. Lang, the first prize in mathematics. tir:t
in fortification, military surveying, first
tani, and the gold Pollock meds). Toe cheiirrna: ,
in presenting the L'oilock medal, had great pleasure to
awarding to Mr. L rug a memorial struck by the Inhabi-
tants of Calcutta in honour of the citstmononed scrvices
of General Sir G. Pollock, in 1848, and trusted that its
possession might prove the forerunner of a snoila: great
and brilliant crireer. Mr. H. F. Hancock, second prize
in mathematics ; a, c:nd in fortification, military draw-
ing, and civil thawing, Ms. E. W. liutripney, wsiza in
French, and first priz- for general god cf.,nduct (u.
splendid artillery sword). The chairman said he had
great pleasure in pr. seating that sword as a reward for
his ex:mplary cot dace, wuich he hoped he would long
wear with credit to himself and honour to his country.
Mr C. S. Thomason, second prize for good c'.ndust.
Mr. H. E. Harrington, prize in Lain, and second
prize in Hindustani. Second Class—Mr. S. T. Trevor,
prize in mathematics, and prize in chemistry. Mr. G.
Newmarch, prizes in military surveying, French, and
Hindustani, and th.rd prize for general good conduct.
Mr. T. Beckley, prize in torritication. Mr. H. D. Jack.-
son ,prize in civil drawing. Mr. J Beatty, prize in military
drawing, Mr. W. D. Sewell, prize in .Latin. Third Class
—Mr. M. Elliot, fourth prize for general good conduct.

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After the reception of' the report, the chairman of the
company, Sir James Weir Hogg, Bart., addressed the
students upon the responsibility of the course opening
before them. The greater part of the company then ad-
j nrned to the house of the lieutenant-governor, where
a samptuous luncheon was provided, and the proceedings
of the day terminated.

FATAL JUVENILE RENCONTRE.—On Saturday,
Mr. Baker held an inquest at the Union, Union-street.
Kingsland.road, on view of the body of Thomas Edward
Holme, aged 10 years. Last W hit-Monday deceased gave
some offence to a little girl of the name of Murton, which
was resented by her brother, who was younger than the de-
ceased. The latter flung a stone at Morton, which cut his
shin bone, and caused the blood to flow. He went to strike
deceased, who laid himself on the ground. Morton, to make
it a fair fight, also laid himself down, and they fought in that
position about five minutes. On being defeated, deceased
took up a stone to fling at Morton, upon which a man named
Cooper interfered. Deceased called him some bad name,
when Cooper said he would give him in custody of a police-
man, and took him in his arms for that. purpose. As be was
going along they both fell, deceased being undermost. When
he got home he complained of a severe pain in the left side
of his head, and also of his left leg being hurt. On the
Monday following he was attended by Mr. Burchell, sur-
geon, and soon alter he became delirious. He died on Wed-
nesday. Verdict-- hat the death of the deceased may
have been accelerated by a tall."
CAUTION TO THE PUBLIC. —A. shabbily dre'sed man
is goir g about the City, levying c ntributions upon merchants
and others, under the pretence that he is a clerk who was
ruined by the stoppage of one of the principal firms in the
period of commercial distress, 1847. It appears that the re-
presentations he has made, and through w hich he has ob-
tained several sums of money out of commiseration fa- his
unfortunate situation, have, from inquiries since set on foot,
proved to be wholly without foundation.
lIIGHBURY BARN.—A grand musical festival will
take place in the large assembly-rooms, on the evening of
Thursday, the 17th inst., in aid of she fund now forming to
assist Miss Hinckesemann, who has been incapacitated, by
accident, from following her profession, and thereby de-
prived of her only means of support. A most powerful array
of talent is engaged in the vocal department—Madlle.
Eugene Garcia, Mrs. Alexander Newton, Miss Poole, Miss
Messent, Miss Rebecca Isaacs, Mr. Tedder, ear. Weiss, Mr.
Frazer, and several popular singers; and the instrumenta-
lists are composed of such celebreties as Denunck, llarper,
Chatterton, Richardson, &c. Such a powerful attraction
cannot fail to ensure a full attendance.

FIRE IN BISHOPSGATE- STILE. T.—Shortly before one
o'clock this morning the habitants of Bishopsgate and
Finsbury were aroused by the cry of " Fire." In the
course of a few minutes a body of flame shot forth, and
ascended so high as to be perceived not merely in the City
districts, but also on the Surrey side of the Thames. The
light having been followed by the police, they found that
the outbreak had taken place in one of the ancient buildings
in; 2, Swan-yard, near the church, Bishopsgate-street. The
owner of the property was a Mr. Lenzburg, a wood and
ivory turner, and when the discovery was made the resi-
dents were in their beds. Having been aroused they found
the flames progrea,ing so furiously that they had great diffi-
cu ty in fighting their way out of the premises. The Royal
Society's fire escape promptly attended, followed in rapid
succession by the brigade engines from Jeffrey-square,
Whitecross-street, Watling-street, and Farringdon-street
et tions, and that of the West of England office from the
Waterloo-road station. An excellent supply of water
having been procured the engines were put into operation,
and the firemen, under the direction of Mr. Fogo, the
brigade foremim, worked in an admirable manner, and by
two o'clock thy succeeded in getting the fire extinguished,
but not until great damage was done—the roof and upper
floors being entirely consumed. Fortunately the sufferer
was insured. The fire originated from a very simple
cause—viz., placing a lighted candle teo near the window,
the curtain of which was drifted by the current of air against
the candle.

ME. O'CosNoß.—On Friday a gentleman paid
Mr. O'Connor a visit, and ascertained that considerable diffi-
culty had been experienced in inducing the eccentric patient
to take the pills and the composing draught prescribed for
him. As all remonstrances addressed to his reason had
failed, the officials were at last compelled to appeal to his
stomach. In his case such an appeal appears to have been
peculiarly effective. During his confinement he has evinced
considerable relish for the enjoyalent of good cheer, and on
Friday he had ordered a plentiful supply of beef steaks and
new potatoes to be provided for breakfast. His orders were
complied with, and Mr. O'Connor had just sat down to enjoy
the tempting fare, when his heartless attendant conveyed the
astounding information " that he must not taste the food
until he bad taken the physic!" It was in vain that he pro-
tested against this stern sentence; the officers were inexorable.
At last the famished Feargus proposed a compromise.
" Well," said he, " I'll take half the composing draught if
you give me half the beefstake, and I'll take half the pills if
you give me half the potatoes." 'The officials wisely closed
the bargain, and this ingenious system affords every prospect
of satisfactory results.—Sunday Paper.

THE C.NDITIoN OE. THE %VEST INDIA COLONIES.—
At a meeting of West India proprietors, held on Friday, at
the offices 01 Messrs Shackleton, Wright, and Hunter, Liver-
pool, resolutions were passed at'ributing the present de-
pressed condition of those colonies to the unequal competi-
tion of their limited free labourers with the continued slave
labour of Cuba and Brazils; and urging the importance of
the British colonies being encouraged and assisted by the
introduction, on liberal terms, of additional free labourers,
and by the application of sound social laws in regulating
their employment. It was contended, too, that it was not
less important for the accomplishment of the necessary
arrangements that the unequal competition should not be in-
erased by the continued reduction of the differential duty.
Copies of the resolution have been transmitted to their re-
spective candidates.
MELANCHOLY DEATH..--.Mr. George Thompson,
the extensive iron and coal master, met his death on Friday
under most melancholy circumstances upon his estate at
Illinera, near Wrexham. The unfortunate gentleman, who
was in his 83d year, was riding- across the Minera branch of
the Shrewsbury and Chester Railway, when a train came up,
and the buffers of the engine struck the pony, which, with
his rider, was thrown to a considerable distance. Deceased
was so seriously injured that he never recovered conscious-
ness, but died in about six hours. He was much beloved by
his workmen, and his loss is deeply lamented.

JENNY LIND IN LIVERPOOL.—Since their arrival
by the Atlantic, M. Otto Goldschmidt and Madame Gold-
schmidt have, while in Liverpool, been the guests of Mr.
Bali, the Swedish and Norwegian Consul. " The Nightin-
gale" speedily recovered from the effects of her voyage. and
is now in remarkably good health and spirits. On Friday
she and her husband visited Manchester, for the purpose of
seeing some of her friends. They will remain the guests of
Mr. Bald a few days longer, when they will proceed to Lon-
don, with the view Of making an early journey to the conti-
nent. Her presence in Liverpool no sooner became known
than she was overwhelmed by offers of engagements, to all
of which she returned a decided refusal, stating that she is
anxious for repose from her professional toil. Among those
who have shown themselves most desirous of securing
Madame Goldschmidt's unrivalled services are the Liverpool
Philharmonic Society, the committee of the Sailors' Home,
the Birmingham Festival committee, the Marquis of Clanri-
carde, and a number of noblemen and gentlemen interested in
of Her Majesty's Theatre London, besides
persons. Before Jenny Lind met with Otto
Goldschmid t,
a bad been established some years as a
tit;
tnhu. er
ope. rsrtoosupasenrdoi tY
hecompos
composer of considerable reputation in New
plan"

..kork.
rf fir, MILITIA EvTIMATML—Ott Saturday was
printed in a Parliamentary document a report from the
Select Committee of the House of Commons appointed to
prepare the Militia Estimates for the year ending the 31st
of March, 1853. The estimate of the charge of the disem-
bodipd militia of Great Britain and Ireland from the Ist
of April, 1852. to the 31st of March, 1853, both days in-
E 4'lll
elusive, is :,.8•;,715/.-365,51U for Great Britain, and
%,,2001. for Ireland. The sum provided in 1851-52 was
and after
The cost of raising and training 50,000 men for
commis-
sioned officers, and
1,, ,Td Wales in the current year is thus made up :
)rbounties and •
able ovable on enrolment
training, 100 co, .pay
, of officers, non-comm.is-
and exercise,
and other contingent ex 31.
priv, ate's., when assembled for training
officers and men, 74,2063%;, clothing for non-commissiond
and training the
39,700/. of disembodied allowance,
for disembodied allowances of of
as retired allowances and out(i)ii
365,5151. as the charge fir En
ending the 31st of March next.
moved on Monday night. ; beer money, Marching non-commie
militia, 31,465/. ; making, for raising
Viscount gnd Viscountess
permanent staff, 7,000/.
subalterns, and other sums
Wales in the year
The new estimates will be
sPalmerston
at dinner on Saturday the Co.intess of
Vis-
count and Viscountess Jocelyn, Lord
,4:::
anld'here is a charge of
Englund
loaers of militia; making
and Lady Norreys,
entertained
and
Shaftesbury,
Lord Elphinstune, Hon. NV . Ashley, Roy.
Norman Macdonald, and Mr. wilitpn. ' Suliv", Ur-

I DOU.C4AS JERROLD,

Popular—in_ the more genial acceptation of the
worcl—Douglas Jerrold is not, although his writings
have acquired for him a rather extended and diversi-
fied reputation. The reason of this is sufficiently
parent.ap-
His sarcasm has overlaid his philanthropy.
But then, =again, his wit has redeemed his sarcasm.
In the display of- his abilities as a satirist we cannot
but think, howeverathat Douglas Jerrold has inad-
vertently, but still Ilene the less effectually, acted as
his own traducer. By a perpetual play of irony
throughout his compositions, he has almost invariably
extarted applause, if he has not always succeeded in
winning admiration. The cynical chord in his nature
has been to him what the one string was to Page-
nini. He has made it laugh and sing; he has told
stories with it ; he has compelled it to talk in dia-
logue ; he has rendered it at pleasure, tragical, or gay,
or pathetic, or grotesque—all like Pagauini. people
have wondered so long at the miraculous skill of his
performances on that one chord that they forget his
adroitness upon all others, they forget the genius, the
artistic genius, he has so often displayed otherwise,
they forget that his hind has, before now, strung, with
the subtle aud'delicate touch of a master, the golden
lyre of their heart-strings--calling forth, with the
(-alien breath of passion, the exquisitely responsive
music of their vibrations. Jerrold has accom-
plished this noblest of all successes in author-
ship. Humeurist though he is, satirist
though he is—he nate occasionally, in his capacity as
a dramatist, achieved the triumph attributed to the
comsdien Mundell in his more serious moments—he
has made the pulse of a whole house beat like that of
one man. Remembering this, and remembering still
more, that the abilities of Douglas Jerrold have
without namely an exception, even when apparently
the most sinister and the most acrimonious, been
directed with a generous and beneficent intention, we
would commend him as one speaking to the crowd
with a voice not only shrewd and searching,
but harmonious also, and persuasive, incul-
cating, with a strange and variable eloquence, truths
quaint, and solemn, and tender, and fantastic,
and beautiful.. According to his own suggestion he
may be likened to the hedgehogs of Plutarch, which,
after shaking the autumnal vines, roll themselves in-
geniously to and fro among the fallen fruit, collecting
the grapes on their prickles and creeping off like a
" walking duster" to yield their young, even from
their own bristling ugliness, a saccharine and delicious
nourishment. The illustration is, decidedly, more
complimentary to his writings than to himself, and
even supposing the, public, to accept it as altogether
applicable, we doubt whether they would be induced,
like Capstick, to • christen their favourite—
Velvet. His istyle is flavoured so frequently
with bitterness that its intermittent sweetness,
and raciness, and mellowness are not very generally
appreciated. Bitterness, we repeat it, is the pervad-
ing quality, but a bitterness wholesome in its appli-
cation—the tonic of our light literature.
Conspicuous among the influential writers of the
age, Douglas Jerrold has attained this position of
intellectual eminence by a career of more than usual
industry, and of more than customary perseverance.
During a considerable time at the outset of that
career be had to struggle earnestly for every separate
rung of the ladder of Fortune : that ladder which we
well remember him to have since likened sardonically
in a parenthesis to the celestial ladder of Jacob in
the wilderness : that ladder which affords the climber
immediately above you such delightful facilities to
trample upon your fingers! Jerrold the novelist, and
0 wen tha anatomist, appear to have both narrowly
escaped .the oblivion of a sea life, in which they
might neither possibly have risen above the level of pro-
fessional mediocrity. Science, by this abrupt change
in the destiny of one reefer, has developed the genius
of a profound and illustrious philosopher : while, in
the instance of the other boy-midshipman, a new
and original mind was evoked for the advance-
ment of our national literature. Sheerness was
the birthplace of Jerrold, and hence, possibly, his
selection of Black-Eyed Susan as the subject of one
of his earlier dramatic pieces, not long after
his arrival in the metropolis. His theatrical tastes
must, likewise, in some measure be attributed to
the recollections of childhood, acquired in the esta-
blishment of his father as a manager. Born in
1805—the year remarkable9 moreover, for the
birth,:of,.. Bulwer Lytton, and Benjamin Disraeli,
and other distintinguished contemporaries—Dou-
glas Jerrold has already, before tha maturity of
mid le life has expires, revealed capacities as a man
of letters, such as command for him the regard
of his generation. Possibly, also, those capacities may
secure to his name from posterity, a reasonably pro-
tracted remembrance. As a dramatist his labours have
been, perhaps, the most assiduous. Besides the produo-
tion already particularized, he brought once more on
the stage the comely form and romantic story of
Nell Gwynne, making the gods and gi oundliegs roar
at the irresistible ridiculousness of Keeley as Orange
Moil. The most brilliant achievement of this period,
however, was the domestic drama in two acts, in
which he painted The Rent Day no less vividly, and
no less truthfully, to nature than David Wilkie, re-
vealing for the' first time that mastery over the
emotional faculties, , the continued advancement of
which. he has since then repeatedly demonstrated
Here it was, according to a pleasant anecdote,
that upon the first night of its performance,
there met behind the scenes of that London
playhouse in the characters respectively of scene
painter and dramatist, both, even then, somewhat
celebrated, two young adventurers who had, on the
occasion of their-former meeting, been midshipmen in
the Royal Navy—Stanfield and Jerrold. Adven-
turers we call them, not in the vulgar meaning of
a phrase which has degenerated almost to the
paltry significance of an accusation, hut in its ancient
and superb importance,
namely, as a word applicable
to Columbus when he went in search of the gold•run-
ning rivers of Cathay, or to Raleigh when he crossed
the same waters of the Atlantic in quest of the no less
visionary city of the precious metals, with pantiles of
silver and columns of porphyry, the gorgeous and al-
luring Dorado. Scarcely less gorgeous or less alluring
than even Cathay or Dorado, must have been the
dreams conjured up in the imagination of those
creators in art—the author and the painter—alike
adventurers in ambition—alike enabled now to re-
joice in the rapture of realization. A variety of
farces and minor pieces for the stage might, we be-
Hive, in additioh to the foregoing, be enumerate
the result of Douglas Jerrold's energetic application
at this, not least, interesting portion of his career in
.ted as
literature ; but the most popular of all those subordi-
nate productions, at any rate in the minor theatres
even of now-a-days, are those already men-
tioned. Later on, and when encouraged by prac-
tice, our dramatist brought out his comedy of
The Schoolfellow, and another domestic drama (a
few seasons back represented before her Majesty and
the Court at Windsor Castle) well-known as The
Housekeeper. Besides a humorous piece, in three
acts, produced last year, and entitled Retired from
Business, he has contributed four successful comedies
to our dramatic literature—The Catspaw, a designa-
tion of itself sufficiently suggestive to render its
satirical purpose apparent; The Prisoner of War,
representing society as it appeared at the commence-
ment of the present century during the supremacy of
Napoleon ; The Bubbles of a Day, and a work no
less brilliantly characterised by the wit and vivacity
of its dialogue, Time works Wonders. By the two
last mentioned, more.probably than by any other of
his compositions, the author's reputation may be per-
petuated.
It ass by industry elsewhere than behind the scenes
of a theatre that Douglas Jerrold rose into intellectual
eminence among his contemporaries. A series of
grotesque sketches, originally issued in " Blackwood's
Magi ziue," were subsequently collected for separate
publication. The essayist gave way to the romancer.
The copyist became the creator. The chrysalis of the
mere periodical contributor developed to the butterfly
celebrity of the recognised novelist—a change scarcely
leis remarkable of its kind than would be a removal
on quarter.drty from Grub-street to May-fair. In
this manner the anonymous papers inserted in
Mega were acknowledged in their aggregate capa-
city-as those-seven luckless champions of misfortune
the Men of Character. Considerable ingenuity was
displayed throughout those narratives, both in regard
to the plot and in reference to the discrimination
between the various personages introduced. In the
longest of all, for example, the history of John
Apple-john, written supplementarily to those pub-
lished in the Magazine, comprised a diversity of vi-
cissitudes sufficient almost to have constituted an
episode to. " Gil Bias," that most wonderful master-
pitce which, for incident, is a veritable encyclopaedia.
I
t It was in this amusing c 0
Ili m
emt
e delineationd theofj thatovi
a i creature of
nocturnal eccentricities then
eccidente, the unfortunate "man who meant well,"
that the 'writer
then setting the town by the
ears, theiMaster of Misrule the gay Marquess
of N
Faewm who
have rseead the moving
re c
orl:itt tcorforcl.
of, his
' claities can lose
recollection
(and
of the contretemps by which the soulbody)
of Adam Buff are agonized, what thou
in the truest sense a philosopher. But gla he was
inthen—he wasas
a philosopher " without a shirt"—and Democritus
could scarcely have preserved his hilarity under simi-
lar circumstances without the aid of his laundress.
Mathew gear, the gentleman who " saw'his way,"
reminds one instinctively of the " Vert, Vert," ~f
Grisset, in relation to that scurrilous old dowager of
a parrot who celebrated every matrimonial tiff with
the ejaculation " Hooked again, by !" Job
Pippins, the " man who couldn't help it," unlike his
associate Buff, has just a shirt too many, considering
its delicate texture and its still more delicate con-
Nis invalid courtship of Agnes
Cs'agaudersa-i the nacratnt when his very iden-

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tit y seemed merged Like that of Rip Van
I Winkle in " somebody else," imparts a ludicrous fas-
cination to the story, that continues unabated until
I its termination. Jack Runnymede, the " man of
many thanks," impersonates the folly of that home-
bred enthusiasm which is too frequently engendered
by loyalty and stupieity in the brains of your pig-
headed politician. It contains a wholesome lesson, a
lesson not less wholesome than that inculcated by the
memoir of! Barnaby Palms, the sycophant of syco-
pbants, who " felt his way " so adroitly that he lost
a bag of gold for a rotten egg, and tumbled down
stairs in the dark on the night of his marriage.
Christopher Snub, considered by his neigh-
bours as infallibly " born to be hanged,'
introduces us in the course of his unme-
rited
sufferings, to the maritime scenes rendered
familiar by the pen of Smollett and which Jerrold
was enabled to delineate afresh from his own personal
recollections. As the closing
chapter in these annals
of calamity came the curious old story of Creso
Quettrino, the " man who died rich," making the
reader acquainted with that " stone of infamy" at
Padua which more readily relieved the " squatter"
from his creditors than the court of bankruptcy, and
which consequently, while it immeasurably surpassed
the blarney stone in sophistry, reduced the
philoso-
pher's stone to a mere pebble by comparison.
Rescued from the anonymous in one quarter by
' the republication of his contributions to Blackwood,
Douglas Jerrold in 1843 began to extend his influ-
ence as a public writer, but more especially
with
" Punch," the " Charivari"
ne a sarcastic humourist, by his connexion
of London. Through its
pages he commanded at once a numerous audience,
which his wit contributed scaecely less than the pic-
torial fun of Leech to increase very rapidly and very
considerably. Punch's Letters to his Son, replete
with pungent sarcasm and sparkling with facetious-
ness, revealed in a new light those powers as an ob-
servaut and uncompromising satirist, which were yet
further developed by Punch's complete Letter
Writer. Besides these sly and laughter-moving
serials, he wrote also, in the same periodical, his
charming Story of a Feather, in which nodding
through the dusty mazes of life in London, saturated
with tears and shaken by laughter, the plume of an
ostrich recounts, of course with its quill-end, its
autobiography. Simple as the story is in its
character, it comprises within its compass all
imaginable phases of society from Shadrach Jacobs
the Jew dealer-in-stores, to Mr. InglewOod the cler-
gyman ; from Jack Lipscomb the sailor, to Mr'
Lintley the apothecary ; from Mr. Flamingo the
Court feather merchant, to Mr. Julius Curlwell the
valet of my Lord Huntingtopper—nam
y from the
squalid Jessy to the beautiful Countess Blushrose.
Among the more eccentric passages of the fiction, its
readers can scarcely by possibility forget the antic-
dote about the pineapples at the desert of Flamingo,
or the quaintly told " story of a scarlet-heeled shoe, '
any more than they can lose a remembrance of that
incomparable sequence of equivoques in which the prin-
cipal personage engaged is Mrs. Gaptooth, the horrible
old bawd, almost as dreadful a creation as the Mother
Mandrake of Farquhar. Subordinate though several
of the other characters are, they are occasionally
Pencilled with a few touches of really admirable
cleverness such as Mrs. Crumpet the lodginghouse-
keeper, and Cliekly Abram the highwayman ; or as
grotesque little Monsieur Spanneu and honest Luke
Knuckle; or, again, Es Traply the . surly turnkey of
Newgate and the good, simple minded Misses Pea-
chick, a sort of Sisters Cheeryble, bearing a family
resemblance likewise to the Misses Spenlow, the little
birdlike aunts of the Crst love of David Copperfield.
" Best beautiful" of all, however, among g the more
loveable characters in the narrative is poor dear
Patty Butler the feather dresser--whose very
name to us was endeared, as it were, by
the recollections of childhood, associated, as it
is, with that little nursery tale which almost equalled
to our mind the charms of "The White Chicken," the
story of "Patty Primrose," stitched in a yellow
cover and adorned with gaudily coloured illustrations.
The purity, the sweetness, and the long •suffering equa-
nimity of Patty Butler invest at times with a
bewitching interest the motley chapters of the narra-
tive—a narrative in which the grotesque and the
solemn are occasionally blended in a species of extra-
vagance, as at the awful but ridiculous death-bed of
Cramp the Cardmaker. More successful than the series
of papers just particularized, more Successful indeed
than any other among the many popular contribu-
tions to " Punch," perhaps in some respects
she happiest effort of his very peculiar powers
es a satirical humorist, Ilfrs. Caudle's Curtain Lec-
tures appears to give the seal to our author's repute-
';on. It was, in the popular term, "a hit," and a bit
too most decided and uequeationahle. And no
wonder, for the sufferings of Job Caudle, in that
horrid but expressive phrase which is our abomination,
came home iu married life, it is to be feared, in too
,r.auy iniatuno,a, to "our business and bosoms."
Thirty-six lectures were enough in all conscience to
show the genius of Mrs. Caudle If we might say,
in reference to "that sainted creature," that "angel
now in heaven," three dozen from the domestic cat
were surely adequate for the simple pur-
poses of illustration.
Within those thirty7six
solemn prelect ions from the bed-clothes how much
has been recorded, from the first peccadillos of Caudle,
when he began "quarrelling with the doormat" to
frighten his wife on his return from a carouse, to his
flagrant profligacy in retard to the consumption of
whisky and tobacco: from is;
tna timid intercession for
the servant girl to his full-blown flirtation with Miss
Prettyman.. " There wash
a . time,
you " exclaims Mrs.
Caudle in her third lecture were as re-
gular at your fireside as the "when
kettle." One sighs with
her for the lost time of their Arcadian honeymoon—in
Bloomsbury. It required
a genius like that of Mrs.
Caudle to make as much as sbe did of incidents like
the loan of the family umbrella, the smashing of a
of
piece of crockery, the appearance black beetles in
the front parlour, or the suggestion of an autumnal
trip to M y for the Margate. Her rapacity expansion of
of the trivial into the important remains unparalleled
by any one except Caleb She could
13alderstone.
expatiate, for example, over a new bonnet until it
became scarcely less momentous than the helmet of
Cassandra ; and this with as much fluency of imagina-
tion as might have been re
revealed by the steward.
Revenswood when panegyri. ' sour wine
`ing a pint of
in a broken pitcher until it b
-ecerhe invested with the
dignity of the choicest vintage of To uay• Humo-
rous as the Curtain Lectures are eorqthe most part,
one of them closes with a gush
of exquisite feeling,
true to nature, and therefore irresistible in its
abrupt pathos. Allusionmade, of
course, to the unexpected discovery that "Brother
Tom" is the friend (h
nandle has rescued from
the sponging-house. Repeated eases have been
made by Jerrold since the close of those redoubtable
papers, to produce another aortas in n Punch" that
might achieve a companion
hitherto,
popularity
however, unsuccessfully, " IVII. Bill's Baby" after
giving fair promise of degen
eratin into a . crying
nuisance" was abandoned as n
nrernagturely as is found-
ling, while "Miss Beninable's Tea and Toast" exPe'
-.L
rienced a no less summary :
resection. Notwithstand-
ing these occasional failures, n
----'nglas Jerrold is never
" greater," generally. speaking,
than in " mach "
there, as with. Mr. Briggs in August, his foot is on his
native heath, and his name is Aacgregor.
Yet, apart from _ "Punch,"
jerrold has displayed
very remarkable powers both as a
humorist and as a
satirist—his Chronicles of
eionernook revealing
under a more genial apect the
sweetness of his quaint
but sometimes sardonic philosophe.
J The nettle, be.
des the stinging leaves, produces laden
blossoms
with honey and fragrance.
It
out
in these same
Chronicles that the world out ~
some eta-
count of the Hermit of Bellyful ,timed.
jevial saintship illustrating
with si,
"-the record of his
--se
Jerrold and the pencil,, of Kenny pen
ti of
pleasantllluminated pages of the nec .
eadows the
conducting that periodical for somegazin After
months, our
author adventured upn anooler
publication
Called after himself, and „
._
ncPretendinglY
entitled a " Shilling Migazine,,
editing its miscelleneous contents e
, i he brow Besides
bY the cnaraeto • • ht Bout itf g Oil
its pages, accompanied
St. Gil risttc etchings
of Leech, his story of es and st. j s—
incorapArabiy his mast , atne.
in many respects
erpiece. Pre-
art
viously lie bad, for the mosth
P' Culled the efflo-
rescence as he now reapecht a.harvest of his i .
ft.
agriculturist in the Georgia magi" tion—like the .
, judici-
ow
~ lv plucking the flowers in toe vernal se
ason and the
fruits in the autumnal--
Primus vere rosem, rpere ponia.i..
iarly from the B
It ..is more particu, .
P Keg of this
fiction that Jerrold mayvindicate •
himself from the
charge of having pitted class against
.
as criminal and Class, by
representing the rich
t. the poor as
to the impression
virtuous. According° many, such
of his writings is really the
tendency
ht to regard Dece e
that Labour
through them is taught Apparel as
Depravity—every alternate
. Page
~
shining as with
t e
is that we Transfigurationregard 91
Indigence. nereJerrold as
itconsequences of a racily
suffering from the
grievous
, Like Dickens b
misapprehension.e e can discover
and virtue in the rookeries. But
beauty under rags,
cannot warm
unlike Dickens, he with a and colour
perpetually
genius as
his pictures of God,
sunshine
Master as
genial as theo • s andcranks„ the quip of the
he is of ill
racist occasionally indulging
satirist, he cannot
~.pd_rig. him-
i at Some gilded
self in the luxury of
girding
the couch of iniquity
—sprinkling Pis" over
foot of Dives,LazarugHwhile
strewing blossoms et
f his philosophy, shoe
the distorted estimate 0 eh Of the in-
' • of that estimate we take n St.
s,ecuracy and injustice -
to be sufficientl Giles and St. James" illustra-
tive—commendingthose who, aecnrcli
it to himself wouldng to tbe.
conjectures of our author cry. aloes I
n might be dro
aloes ! even when his pepifinnl myrrh
they would
and frankinscence. True,l d loveable, n although Becky
represented as gentle aD
Lamb and S a poor
barmaid at the “
Star " while
Crossbone would carry a black heart as well

as a gold-headed malacca inGihiis3
the slum
Jinhe
roh, ferci
Inoet;es:
than
a7!d loahnyio-s
halt'
physician--butbrother little Sgoa,i nitt m
ues
t,
to
eaint Jam:ts efi
the
mpathies
cpails,re while
theirin rascalityyor
from his infancy, and offspring though hee ext r metro_
othe vferya
ultultastetcthiotnhce,s3
•
'reattiheer'swrsiste; abd it, velvet
fromenPaeta ?Penrsto
and eulogising the pauper.
surely looks somewhat unlike maligning the This
The ;acousatoioeer
indeed, results from nothing more than theu;
distortion of a merit into a demerit—Jerrold being
ever as ready to censure evil among patricians as he
is eager to declare himself the foe to whatever is in-
famous among the dregs of the population. Beautiful
testimonies of his love for the labouring ranks of
society are Bright Jem and his hetterehalf, kind
hearted MrS. Aniseed. Rising a little higher in the
scale, comes Capstick the Muffin-maker—great in
Seven Dials when he saith " Cry muffins and be
happy ! "—greater when retired, like a Christianized
Diogenes, to The Tub—greatest of all when astound-
ing his faithful squire by his benevolent eccentricities
as the Member for the borough of Liquoiish. Cap-
stick—by far the happiest among the creations
of Jerrold—affords an admirable illustration of his
own character in literature. His heart rugged as a
cocoa nut, but brimming with the milk of human
kindness! Crabbed in speech but gentle in the senti-
ments he utters and inculcates ! Cynical in manner,
but every veiu throbbing with benevolence! Most
precious of all diamonds in the rough—a surly, large
landed philanthropist ! There is a subtle reference to
the real softness and apparent roughness of the nature
of Capstick in his congenial pet—Velvet the Hedge-
hog. Among the minor personages introluced into
the story must not be overlooked Mrs. Simmer who
carries charity to the verge of dotage, any more than
Mr. Folder whose profound homage for position de-
generates into sycophancy. About the drollest pas-
sage in the narrative is that recounting the court-
ship of Kitty Muggs, of wheee affection
for Caesar Gum, the African footman, it is,so delight-
fully remarked " that love turned ebony into ivory."
When speaking of the negro as " an objectionable
blackness, a human blot, an ignominious stain," we
cannot but think that the novelist had unconsciously
floating in his remembrance that exquisite sentence in
Elia, where, in his essay in Praise of Chimney
Siveepers, he designates the little climbing-boys—
" dim specks, poor blots, innocent blacknesses." As
unconsciously has been transferred from " St. Giles
and Sr. James" to "Bleak House" the name (inimit-
able for a lawyer) of Mr. Tangle, of Red Lion-square
—wiliest and worldliest of attorneys. Tangle's dream
about the chest of gold, with every coin a cherub—
like a swarm of bees filling the chamber with a
humming sound—is a thing to be read once and never
forgotten. Pulpit-orator has seldom preached a
nobler homily against mammon-worship--no, not even
the godly Doctor Gilead himself, with his bins of
choice Madeira, and his pond-full of carp, and his
library consisting of volumes "bound in truly pas-
toral vellum," and written by departed ecclesiastics—
"'the Eloquent Dumb, the Great Forgotten, the Il-
lustrious Dim, the Folio Furniture!" Whateverchapters in the novel relate to the melodramatic
murder in Cow Meadow, we should regard as alto-
gether unendurable but that they are introductory to
the household ofEbenezer Snipeton at the Dovesnest.
There it is that we first become acquainted with
his wife the heroine of the tale Clarissa.
Although the termination of the story is
alniost as confused as the close of "Hamlet," the plot
of the narrative, regarded as a whole, displays an in-
disputable advance upon its predecessors. Several of
the. incidents are described with an irresistible appre-
ciation of the humorous, such, for example, as that
of the election, presided over by those implacable
rivals, Flay and Rasp, the barber-politicians. Here,
more especially, perhaps, than in any other of his
productions, Jerrold has administered those bitter ,
but wholesome truths which, although occasionally
gt. lded with wit, are more frequently pungent with the •
acrid flavour peculiar to those anodynes of morality.
Unpalatable they may be, as any bolus recommended
by "the faculty," the true medicine of the
intellect, the inenne tor-ewe—but it is impossible
to deny the benefit of their distribution through
the most widely disseminating channels of the
84e, through the columns of "Punch," or the
scrcely less popular pages of the novelist. If
for nothing else they would be entitled to our admi-
ration as diametrically opposed to the most perni-
ciims maxims of the time, those of the materialists,
and the inammon-worshippers—the lucri bonus odor
a re qualibet—all those principles of speculation
which are in fact no principles at all, and which John
Lew might have plagiarised from Vespasian.
Added to the works already enumerated, Douglas
Jerrold has contributed at intervals to his own
megezines, as well as to other periodicals, a variety
of papers which have sometimes, in the serial
form, extended into substantial volumes on their
subsequent republication; such volumes as the en-
la-Ikea:tau called Cakes and rile, or the eccentric and
hull-diabolic phantasy known as The titan made of
Money. Minor contrinutions like The Sick Giant and
the Doctor Mewl, recounting the histories of Zan
end Bckkuk, have served to illustrate the versatility
of his style, if they have tended but indifferently to
enhance his reputation. Twice in his career he has
adventured upon the somewhat difficult path of
journalism, once in conducting a weekly organ called
after himself, but subsequently amalgamated with the
organ of the former Member for Sheffield, and again
by undertaking within the last few weeks the editor-
ship of "Lloyd's Weekly Newspaper" —a cheap
periodical of rather extensive circulation. It was
in the former of these two publicetions, namely,
in "Douglas Jerrold's 'Weekly Newspaper,"
that he issued in instalments a collection of
quaint and cunning sarcasms on the events
of the week, bight 7he Barber's Chair—a chair
presided over alternately, one might fancy, by Rasp,
the barber-politician of .Liquorish, and Jasmin, the
barber-poet of Languedoc.
A little volume some time ago was dedicated, we
remember, to Douglas Jerrold, as " to the greatest
wit of his age," and the dedication, ultra-eulo-
gistic though it might appear, was not, after all, in
reality, so very extravagant. Without regarding
him in this respect as pre-eminent above all his con-
temporaries indiscriminately, we would nevertheless
undertake to illustrate very copiously from his writings,
his claim to the title of a wit, and of a wit too of the
highest distinction. For exquisite grace and
aptitude of expression, the curiosa felicitas verborum,
he possesses an abounding faculty—painting a whole
portrait in a few syllables, as wherashe describes Tom
Blast as "sucking the stalk of a primrose that shone
forth in strong relief from his black whiskers," or
where be makes Bright Jem call a garden "a beauti-
NI book writ by God," wherein " every flower and
every leaf's a letter." Everything, moreover, seems
tci his peculiar genius to be suggestive of some thought
capable of being " bodied forth" in a brilliant saying.
Barrenness or fruitfulness, it is alike to him—he can
eiclaim, when meditating over the wilderness, "bow
few the white days in which the poor ostrich can in
Arabia Petrm have the luxury of a tenpenny nail"—
and brooding over the foison of the Australian soil
can as vividly indicate the excess of its fertility by
averring that "you have only to tickle it with aboe and
it laughs into harvests." Democritus, is not, however,
his favourite philosopher always : he can weep when
he lists (and when the occasion bid him) with Hera-
clitus. At these moments his ideas are only sur-
passed in their loveliness by their exquisite and
touching solemnity. How grand and beautiful, for
example, is that ejaculation in the work we have
c,illed his masterpiece, when musing over a skull, as
Hamlet mused over the skull of Yorick, he writes
(eh. xvii.), "-the cheekbones look still puckered with
a smile, as though contracted, when it flung aside
the mask of life aldern caught a glimpse of the on-
e, s of the man who could think
coming glory •of
thus nobly, and not the satirist with the pen of iron
aid vitriol,
the ink of that Henry Mayhew must have
s ken when
imprinting on the flyleaf on his "London
Oa _
he Loon Poor" the words of affectionate
Lebour and t,k
h snoboo is nediceted to Douglas
friendship— T
ely the author
Jerrold whom, 'knowing most intimat ,
has: learnt to love and honour most profoundly.
persons strangere, though we tire, to him, it
would be es impassible not to recognise through sen-
timents like these tokens of a gentle heart under that
glittering
eh-in-mail of wit and acerbity, as it would
e
to doubt his individual perception of the humorous, if
only from
his facetious impersonation of Mr.
'Comedy
for LIY Softhead, in Sir Bulwer Lytton 's
for the Guild of Literature. Nevertheless, a consi-
siderable portion of the community fills to appre-
ciete those more amiable and least obtrusive charac-
teristics
of his style not deteCting the latent
sweetness in the prevailing acidity of that good
old English Hippocras. These, were they to pass him
unknowingly in the streets of our capital—streets
trodden from age to age by the thronging genius of
Bee-land—would fail as entirely to perceive the
energy lurking in that feeble rather than athletic
frame; to discover the grotesque and Puck-like spirit
looking, through those keen light eyes ; and,
last of all, to discern the inexhaustible vivacity
hidden under that apparently serene and even sedate
demeanour. It is thus that Jerrold is, as yet, but
half appreciated. Meanwhile he himself regards with
a more observant glance, and a more penetrant
perceptivity the motley crowd of the population. His
tpacities stand hiin in greater stead than the wand
°;leced at the disposal of Dun Cleopints Perm de
Zambulo. His pen, more effectually than the crutch
of hoittiodeus, can strip off the roof-tops of the city,
and, what is yet farther, probe the wounds and lay
bare the hearts of the citizens.
WEPT.

DEPLMTURE OF THE NIAGARA.-011 Saturday
afternoon, about four o'clock, the British and North American
Royal Mail steam-ship Niagara, Leith, commander, left the
blersey for Halifax and Boston, With the mails for the United
states and the British provinces, upwards of fifty passengers
And a moderate freight.