The Sun.
London, England, 1864-04-28 00:00:00

Seven ran.

SUICIDE FROM LONDON • BRIDG E.—Last evening
Mr. Humphreys, Middlesex coroner, held an inquiry
at the Lamb Tavern, Dorset-street, Ratcliffe, touching the
death of John Andrews, aged 27, who was alleged to have
committed suicide. It appeared from the evidence that de-
ceased was a butler, and had been in the service of Lord
Willoughby de Ersby. On the sth inst a man answer ing
his description was seen to jump over the parapet of London-
bridge into the river. When his body was recovered
on
Monday there was found in his pocket a letter from Mr.
Archibald Campbell declining to employ Andrews in his
establishment as he had not been under butler to Lord
de Ersby, and had only been a short time in the service of a
Mr. Reed. A verdict was returned " That there was no
ovideneo as to how the deceased came into the Thames,
wherein ho was found dead."

A SISTER OF EDMUND KEAN'S.—OId Wood Was
a Scotchman—a queer, dry, cynical fellow, who had
seen a great deal of the world, and tasted many of its bitters.
He carried about with him a huge and bulky volume of his
life and adventures, which he had a great idea of publish-
ing, and thought that if ho could get it sent to Blackwood's
Magasins, the publishers would pay him handsomely tor,it.
Mrs. Wood was a sister of the great Edmund Bean's, and
she spoke with much bitterness of his neglect of her when
ho was in the zenith of his popularity, and fortune was
showering her favours upon him. She told me one melan-
choly story of a period when a London engagement of some
importance was offered her while performing at Rotherham.
She had no money, and could not get to London without it
—but she learned that the great Kean was at Sheffield, and
a ray of hope dawned upon her. Poor woman I hope flat-
tered in vain, for, after a weary walk to Sheffield, the groat
man, instead of helping her, would not even see her. Per-
haps at this very time ho was earning his fifty pounds a
night, and his sister could not get as many shillings to
carry her to an engagement that might ultimately have
crowned her with fortune also, for she had the family
talent, and when I saw her the remains of a good actress
were still visible.—" Glimpses of Real Life, Theatrical and
Bohemian."

ROTTEN Row, as The " Sight of Sights" in all
London,—From early morn till dewy eve the Row
has a certain complement of visitors, for during certain
hours of the day it is most thronged, and its frequenters feel
it de rigueur to be seen there. These hours used to be is
the evening, an anteprandial promenade from half-past five
until seven, but some of the leaders of fashion felt that these
hours were not sufficiently exclusive—that people from the
City, horrible vulgarians engaged in the debasing pursuits
of commerce, law, literature, or even trade, might come be-
tween the wind and their nobility, enjoying themselves after
the day's labours were at end. This was too terrific, and
must at once be rectified; so the exclusives changed the
fashionable time to the two hours preceding lunch, between 12
end two, when all the low persons engaged in getting their
daily bread would be confined to their counting-houses,
law courts, chambers, desks, or counters, as the case might
be; and this rule still continues. So thoroughly has it
carried its intention that all the visitors at the " swell time"
might now be denizens of the Castle of Indolence. They
are all drones, amcng whom the presence of a working bee
is never to be found. There you may see the best types of
that great creature the British "swell "—tall, stalwart,
strong-limbed, fair-haired, blue-eyed, soft-bearded, not par-
ticularly bright, but covering his natural pleasantness with
an absurd mask of insouciance. There are lovely girls, and
plain girls who almost approach to prettiness on horseback,
so well are their figures set off by the trim habit, their faces
b
y the neat chimney-pot hat and becoming
Search the world through, and you will find nothing like
these English Amazons, so healthy, yet ao delicately formed,
fearless, yet entirely modest, so bright and fresh and happy
in her one healthful and natural recreation in the entire
round of the season's amusements. Here they come in
broad cavalcades, some eight or ten strong, escorted by hus-
bands and lovers, brothers and friends, the fresh summer air
blowing out of them all the heat and dust and gaseous at-
mosphere of hot nights' crammed opera or crowded ballroom,
and bringing back for the nonce the roses into their cheeks
and the light into their eyes—such roses and such light as
fade only too quickly under the lite they are leading, and are
only renewed by a long course of continual quiet and fresh
air. Ah, Mosso° I my foreign friend, these young English
ladies constitute Cur crowning triumph over your Bohr I
You acknowledge it, I know. Often have I seen you wag
your little beard and grind your teeth in an ecstacy of de-
lighted animation as the cavalcade whirled by you 1 the
cavalcade in such close-fitting dark-blue habits as none but
Poole yet have accomplished, and in the coquetry of those
chimney-pots and half-veils, which beat the wide-awakes
(once tried, but proved failures) into fits ! Sometimes among
these cavalcades are to be seen children on ponies—pretty
little girls with their Shetland's leading-rein in charge of
some eteady old family groom ; boys, knickerbockered and
gaitered, galloping along by the side of papa's far- stepping
hunter—all riding fearlessly, and thoroughly at home in
their saddles, as only, in Europe at least, we English people
are.—Lonek.n &slay.

THE DANISH MINISTER, M. QUA ADE, who
represents Denmark at the Conference, has had interviews
with Lord Derby, as well as .with the Government.