The Sun.
London, England, 1864-07-22 00:00:00

TEE BOMBAY MAIL.

LITERATURE,

Mr, Anthony Trollope's New Work,

The Small House at Ellington. By Anthony
Trollops. Two Vols. Illustrated by J. E.

Millais, R. A. Elect. Smith, Elder and Co.

For en easy-going story-teller, commend us to '
Anthony Trollope. Although it seems to us, com-
paratively speaking, but a very few years since he
first began writing his novels—how many of them,
to be sure, he has since then contributed to our
imaginative literature ! To write hn imaginative
narrative appears for him to be about as facile a
pastime, about as pleasant to himself white penning
it, as to his reader while skimming it afterwards
rapidly with eager eyes and a flying paper-knife—
to be for him about as facile and pleasant a pas-
time as it might be to any ordinary adept in
the social art of table-talk to rattle off any
given quantity of anecdotes and bon-mots, while
cracking a dish of filberts after dinner cum grano
salt's, sipping, the while, at intervals the ruby-
coloured and white-bubbling contents of a magnum
of old-crusted ! With regard to our author, it is
especially noticeable upon opening any one of his
fictions—and it matters nothing to us which of them
may be turned to, hap-hazard, with a view to testing
by an examination of it the accuracy of this our
remark—it is especially noticeable about him at the
very outset of any one of his novels, in his mere
manner as a narrator, that there is no evidence of
th© smallest kind of anything at all discernible
there in the opening chapters in the way of prepa-
ration. It is with him as it is with an artist, who—
taking up his brush in front of a blank canvass—
begins at once unhesitatingly sketching in his de-
sign, colouring it as he goes on, never once, so far as
we can judge, altering his intentions, modifying
nothing, slurring over nothing, not a line, not a
hue—leaving everything he does, just precisely as
he does it, and yet somehow or another, by a happy
instinct, as it would seem, producing a capital picture
in the end, and a picture worth studying. Whether
all this be the result, in his instance, of a carefully
acouired mastery of the ars celare colon, or whether
it simply arises from a constitutional aptitude for
the telling, off-hand, of any number or variety of
fictitious incidents just as they come into his head
—certain it is that he has a way with him in the
relating of a story as quietly alluring, or enticing,
of its kind, as well could be. He begins as it were
sotto voce. He never, as we might say, startles one
into attention. He recounts what he Las to acquaint
us with, with the agreeable manner of an accom-
plished conversationalist. While his narrative has
about it, always, the delightful fluency of a veritable
improvisation—he improvises with, in his very
bearing, all the amiable self-possession of an Eng-
lish Gentleman—not the least in the world after
the fashion of your Italian improvisatore, with
flashing eyes, distracted accents, end excited gesti-
culation. Reading any one of his books we are con.
jured at onceout of the region of the Sensationalists,
We breathe a calmer atmosphere. Wa are in the
drawing-rooms or on the lawn—playing croquet, it
may be, or dancing quadrilles with people often very
much like ourselves, whether in their own nature or
in their surroundings. Never, perhaps, has any other
novelist, from the days of Apuleius to the days of
Bulwer-Lytton, made so much of so little (in the
way of a theme) as Anthony Trollope. Several
successive pages, for example, he will fill with the
merest prattling small-talk in the way of anyday
or of everyday conversation not a sparkle
of wit in it, not a tone of eloquence, not a
flavour of originality—yet so true to reality, s©
true to life, so true to human nature in every
syllable, that we read it with delight and remember
it with satisfaction, In respect to his characters,
again, there is not one amongst them that we can
regard in any particular as a paragon. Not even
our oldest nay—almost we had said—dearest
friend amongst them all, that good, simple.
minded, wholly unworldly, thoroughly unsophisti-
eated Warden! But—with their little perversities,
odditi s, whimsicalities—what characters they are,
moreover, particularly the better sort of them! Facile
princeps among them—incomparably the greatest of
all Mr. Anthony Trollopc '3 creations—Archdeacon
Grantley I Then too, that dreadfulbut inexpressibly
ridiculous personage Mrs. Proudie—that portentous
Female Bishop, who has so unmistakeably taken
into her own use not alone her husband's prunella
apron, but the very black broad cloth raiment under-
neath it which he, and he only, of course, ought ever
to have donned ! Shall we ever have done
laughingat her ? Most assured not—so long as
we cani recall to mind her Nicholas Rigby•like
" harsh voice and arrogant manner," so long as we
can contrive to note her very unfeminine width of
stride, so to speak, when out and about upon her
pro-episcopal visitations—so long, in fact, as we
can contrive to preserve the faintest recollection of
her preposterous mode of illustrating anew in the
old cathedral town the truth of Lord Byron's im-
mortal couplet, that couplet asking after the manner
of Martinus Scriblerus—

By the arrival of the Bombay mail we have re-
ceived our private correspondence and files of papers
from Calcutta to June 13 and Bombay June 23.
Intelligence had been received in Calcutta, by
Simla, of a battle having been fought
in
in which the Ameer was victorious. 2,000
artelegraph
,
reported
to have been killed on each side.
The following extracts are from the Overland
summary of the Bombay Gazette :
" An uneasy fee,ing has prevailed on the North.
Eastern frontier, since the return of the Bhootan
Mission, expectation of aggressions by the Bhoo-
tainessin,eo. They are said to be assembling at a place
not from julpigaree, and that the Sooba of
Dabifr
naoe teis collecting supplies there. The B hoo-
tanese have, moreover, consulted their priests and
oracles as to a favourable time for commencing
proceedings; but the latter are unfavourable to an
invasion of British territory, and have sternly for-
bidden it. If attacked, however, by the British
within their own borders, then the Bhootanese are
promised by their oracles a series of triumphant
victories.

" Sir Sohn Lawrence has declared himself op-
posed, for military reasons, to the extension of the
Sein de Railway to ?dooltan, and favourably inclined
towards the maintenance of an Indus flotilla.
" In the case of Mahomed Sooffee, the chief of the
rebels who were recently tried and convicted of
high treason at Umballah, in the Upper Provinces,
Sir Herbert Ed wardes has, in addition to conflrnting
the sentence of death passed upon him by the Ses-
sions Judge, directed that his body be burnt after
execution, as was done in the ease of the murder of
the late Major Me.ckeeon, a former Commissioner
on the Punjab.
"Intelligence has been received from the Punjab
that the Nawab of Bhawulpore has murdered his
uncle,and that the Lieutenant-Governor, Sir Robert
Montgomery, has proposed to the Supreme Govern-
ment to take over the management of the Nawab's
territory, the usual Political Agents being appointed
to reside there.

"The Peninsular and Oriental Company's steam-
ship Candia, Capt. Castle, which suffered so severely
in the cyclone off Socotra on the 29th April last,
has reached Calcutta in safety.
" The latest advices from Affghanistan are to the
effect that Sirdur Mahomed Utzul Khan, the eldest
brother of the Ameer of Cabool, has usurped the
title of Ameer, in which he is aided and abetted by
the Khan of Bukhara; and he has threatened to
send an army against Cabool, which is about to start
for Bameean. The Ameer de facto, if not de jure,
Shere Mahomed Khan, seems to entertain no tears
ES to the result of an appeal to arms, and maintains
a bolder front and more defiant tone than ever,
since the defeat and flight of his second brother,
Mahomed Auzin Khan, who is now at Rawul
Pindee, in the Punjab, awaiting an interview
with the Lieutenant-General of that province.
" Dr. Livingstone, the renowned African traveller
and missionary, arrived at Bombay in his little
river steamer the Lady Isr,yassa, from Zanzibar, on
the 14th inst., having left that port on the Ist idem.
Immediately on his arrival Dr. Livingstone started
for Paunchgunnee, via Poona, with despatches for
his Excellency Sir Bartle Frere, He has since re-
turned to Bombay.

MAREE T S.—This Day

MARK-LANE.

re-
ceived fresh up to our market to-day. , Generally speaking
Only a moderate supply. of home-grown wheat was
the trade was quiet. 'Nevertheless, Monday's prices were
steadily supported.
The supply of foreign wheat on the stands was moderately
large. The transactions in most descriptions were of
limited extent, yet prices ruled firm.
Floating cargoes of grain steadily supported previous
rates.
Barley, the supply of which on sale was small, ruled firm,
with an upward tendency in
prices.
In malt about an average business was transacted, on
former terms.
The supply of oats on sale was large. Most descriptions
'were in fair average request, and prices ruled firm.
and both articles
hilly supported previous rates.
The flour trade was steady, at late quotations.
Beans and peas we in limited supply,
ARltlvias THIS VicElt•
Wheat Barley. malt Oats. Flout.
English....- 480 ...... 1,270 1 CO 14 , 0
1ri5h.......... _ 3,T 0 • -
__
tenrolt,rn...• .. -- 131,300 160 ski,
Do ........ 8,910 3,200
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NEWGATE AND LEADENHALL.
The suPPV Of meat on salo is moderately good, and the
traede is dull, as follows :

Per 81b. by the carcase.
lid a d s dad
Inferior beef .. 2 10 3 2 Isliddlingmutton 4 2 4 4
Middling. do. .. 3 4 3 8 Prime do ....... 4 6 4 8
Frime large do. 3 10 4 0 Vea1........... 3 6 4 4
Do. small do.. 2 Small pork .... 3 10 4 6
Largo pork ....
4 4
, 32 3 6 Lamb ..... ... 50 6 0
Inferior mutton, 3 8 4 0
0

BOROUGH HOP.
The amounts from the plautat.ons are not favourable,
owing to the want of rain experienced in most districts.
The supply of hops on sale is very small, and the trade
rules firm, at rather higher prices for fine samples,

SUGAR—OnIy COLONIAL.
TEA.—The public sales were brought to a termination
yesterday without any material change as regards prices.
limited transactions have been recorded in
West India, and prices have been barely maintained, infe•
rior descriptions being held at a decline of about 6d per
cwt: In the refined market there has been a limited busi•
ness at steady prices.
COFFEE.—The demand for Plantation Ceylon has been
steady, although prices have in several instances given
slightly way; other descriptions remained without change
of importance.
RICE.—A fair amount of business has been done in East
India, which has fully maintained previous values.
TALLow.—The market has continued rather inactive,
but quotations remain steady, P.Y.C. on the spot being 41s
3d, and last three months 43s per cwt,

ILLNESS OF MR SOTHERON ESTCOURT. 117 e
regret to announce that the health of Mr Sotheron
Estcourt is in such a precarious state as to be a cause of
serious anxiety to his friends—so precarious, indeed, as to
render him unable to attend the funeral of his brother. The
attack with which he was seised about three years ago
(bleeding at the nose from the rupture of a bloodvesse]) has
renewed itself, and for some days the right hon. gentleman
has been confined to his house in London. The shock oc-
casioned by his brother's illness and death was probably'the
cause. There is not, we are sure, a single person in the
county who does not heartily wish for the right hon. gen-
tleman's speedy recovery.— Wiltshire Mirror.
CRYSTAL PALACE, 'TIME SDAY.—ONE SHILLING
DAY.—Admissions on payment, 5,800; ditto by season
tioketF, 1,211. Total visitors, 7,011,

" But, Oh ye Lord of Ladies intellectual
Inform us truly, have they not hen-pecked-you-all ?"
Then, that horribly greasy, unctuous Rev. Mr.
Slope ! Together with all those other reverends,
very reverends, and right reverends thronging
Mr. Trollope's clerical novels with black coats, as
thickly as the red coated gentry crowd the
the military fictions of Mr. Leger! A wonderful
set of people they are, and almost all of them very
interesting. Turning away, now, however, from the
old familiar haunts of Barchester—forsaking here
all thought of " The Warden," of " Framley Par-
sonage," of " Dr. Thorne,"—putting altogether out
of view " Richmond Castle" and " Orley Farm"—let
us accord to the last completed fiction from the hand
of this ready-writer-turned-Novelist the welcome
it unquestionably deserves. And as charmingly
fluent life-like natural a story it is, as any he has yet
dashed off with a flying pen, a pen winged like the
pstaeus of Mercury. Having read it from month
to month as it appeared originally in the pages of
the gold-coloured Cornhill, we hail its appearance
now collectively in these two largc•sized handsome
volumes as that of a wellaknown favourite—" The
Small House at Allington F' It has this peculiarity
about it to begin with—that the heroine of the
story is the most charming of all Mr. Anthony
Trollope's heroines. Lily Dale—sweetest " rose in
that rosebud garden of girls ! " A fair English
maiden—a true woman—a perfect gentlewoman.
And yet so shamefully treated throughout ! Not
alone by the imaginary characters in the midst
of whom she moves—bat by the author himself !
Is it not so ? An' wer this, anyone, who has read
"The Small House at Aliington !" Has not Mr.
Trollops given her two lovers—each one of whom
is simply intolerable. One of these, the creature
idolised by poor Lily Dale to the very
last, jilts her disgracefully, like a would-
be fine gentleman, but an ingrained snob and
scoundrel as he is—Adolphus Crosbio to wit !
Yet, perhaps, of these two lovers of Lily Dale—
detestable though Crosbie's conduct in jilting her
unquestionably is—of the two, the other one, the
more faithful swain, is far and away the
more intolerable ! Johnny Eames, our au-
thor evidently intends us to look upon very
kindly all through the book. Johnny
Eames, we are manifestly expected to accept as
the better hero, as the hero, in fact, of the narra-
tive. He it is who trounces Adolphus Crosbie on
the railway platform ! Johnny Eatnes it is who
saves that good- nstnred, stout, vulgar, old Earl
de Guest, fr ,m being gored to death by an in-
furiated bull in one of his own meadows down at
Guestwick ! Yet—all through the book—Johnny
Eamesis barely to be endured I All through the book
he is little better than an under-bred nincompoop !
The utmost reach of dignity he attains at the very
last, in our estimation, is little more than that
appertaining to an overgrown hobbedeboy ! We
hardly know when we like him the least—when at
his best, or when at his worst ! When he is giving
his rival, the West-end swell, a black eye—or when
he is tucking his legs under the mahogany of his
earl-patron ! The most intolerable of all, however, we
ought surely to describe him as—where he is shown
to us as one of the household in Mrs. Roper's Burton-
crescent Establishment—as the friend of that horrid
Joseph Cradell, as the betrothed for some time, and
eventually, too, the jitter of Amelia Roper, as the as-
sociate of those odious people, Mr. and Mrs.Lupex.

to
Altogether these lodging-house scenes at Mrs. sure upon the exterior surface, which enables this inse ct
Roper's are deeply to be regretted as flaws of a walk against gravity with the back downwards upon ceilinglist
most damaging and distorting description in what, and also to climb up smooth surfaces—feats whirac
without them, much more nearly than it ever now our little littlesfluyf'llscigeretatneunemb enemy, thfe spider,
ilia unahblewteoar, eare
can hope to do, might have approached the character captured during their airy excursionse houseflies,
however,
being enangled
of an entire and perfect chrysolite among our later in the cunning traps laid for them by their stealthy fee •
gems of imaginative literature. The love story Much as we are annoyed in England during certain seasons
of Lily's elder sister, Bell, and Dra Crofts, the local by house-flies—when we consider what a pest they are la
many
ra foreign countries, a in S and Sout
practitioner, must be pronounced, we are afraid,
of Fnce we have reasons toespeci bell ty hankfpulain for thethe conaPs'h
rather slow Adolphus Crosbie, it is satisfacto:y
rative immunity we n from this ins c's irritating
persecutions. to know, attains a full (to overflowing) measure of writingejoyof t
Languedoc and some part of
punishment, in winning the hand of the Lady Spain, Mr Spence says, "If I farmed these countries I
Alexandrioa—she whose father, by the way, though think I should manure four or five acres every year with
owner of Courcy Castle, as Earl de Courcy is dead flies ;'' and in the olive districts in France the halls-
(though an E arl) an unconecionable (there's no
bitants are obliged at every meal to keep a person ex-
other word for it) blackguard. There is a good deal pressly for the purpose of driving away these tiny tor-
of fun of a quiet kind about one Sir BAffla Buffle— mentors.
ironically spoken of as Old Huffla Scuflh—down at
Johnny Earae-s' office. There is abundance also of a
more quiet, even as one may say, stately drollery in
all thatis said about the seeming approach toe liaison
between Mr. Plantagenet Palliser and the Lady E r
Grieelda Dumbello, daughter, it will be remembered, -
of that—as already intimated—prime favourite el I
oars, among all Mr. Anthony Trollope's characters,
the delightful Archdeacon I Excellent, moreover, as
studies of character, are the limnings, hero, by Mr.
Trollope, of the good old Squire, of his sister-in-
law, the mother of Bell and Lily, and of the
Squire's heir and nephew, Captain Bernard
Dale, the walking gentleman of the homely
drama played out between the large and the small
house at Allington I Happiest and best among all
the minor humorous delineations being that of
the character of good natured grumpy old Hopkins,
the Squire'l head gardener! Altogether "The
Small House at Allington" is a fictitious narrative
as charmingly written as any yet penned by Mr.
Anthony Trollope—the pictorial illustrations, from
the pencil of Mr Millais—being (one or two them at
least) not unworthy of the youngest of our Roya'
Academicians.

The Guardian Angel. By the author of "A Trap
to Catch a Sunbeam.'' Two Vole. Huret and

Blackett.

A very pleasant and as invaluable art is that in-
culcated by this very charming writer—the art of
happiness—of " making the best of it"—of recog-
nising the bright lining to the clouds that over-
shadow us, and of entrapping the golden sunbeams
that ever and anon shine upon our path. There is
enough of sorrow and of evil in the world assuredly,
and there are more than enow of " goodnatured
candid" friends who love to tell us " the truth," as
they see it—that is in the most lugubrious and dis-
agreeable light imaginable ! There are enough, and
more than enough, of such kind comforters abroad
to make the rare visits of these "Guardian Angels,"
who bring an atmosphere of sunshine around them
doubly welcome. The Guardian Angel of the story
now laid before us is little Dora Elphick, a village
sempstress, and here is her philosophy :—" I think
it would be a strange thing if we turned all our
pictures with the faces to the wall, and made up our
dress on the wrong aide instead of the right ; but it
is what most people do, I think. Igenerally take my
troubles and look at them, and turn the best side out,
and by hiding the ugly one almost forget it's got one/
Little Dora is not without her troubles; the secret
of happiness being (as Mark Tapley so earnestly
explained and exemplified) not an absence of troubles,
but the power of overcoming them. When a heavy
grief falls upon Dora—that is to say, the heavy
grief of a novel heroine, a disappointment in love—
she make© the best of it, she " takes her trouble and
looks at it, and turns the best side outwards." She
constitutes herself the Guardian Angel of the object
of her affection, and, in the good fortune which she
is the means of procuring for him, she finds her own
reward. The story is very ingenious and very
interesting, and contains a variety of attractive
characters. Without betraying the secret of the
tale, we must, however, withhold our commendation
from the main statagem by which Dora elicits the
truth of a hidden mystery—we mean her entrance
into theTyrrel family—for that purpose. "Under the
Rose" was the chivalrous motto that celebrated the
sacred secresyof the domestic circle,and the uncivilised
Arab is loth to betray the man of whose bread and salt
he has partaken. Dora's artifice is too much akin to
treachery to have our sympathy, but saving in this
one incident the conduct and character of the heroine
are most admirable and loveable throughout. The
home life of the newly married inmates of the
White Cottage is very naturally and gracefully
described. The fair bride is the charming Geraldine,
so ignorant of household duties and yet so jealous
of any advice from her more experienced sister-ine
law, Edith. Arthur Rivers is certainly a paragon
of husbands, but his conduct to his sister is hasty
and most unbrotherlike. However, we shall be
telling too much if we dwell longer on the particular
incidents of the story ; let us rather commend it as
a bit of "sunshine" that the novel-reader will do
wisely to " entrap."

Tales about Animals, By Peter Parley. Twelfth
Edition. One Vol., pp. 688, with 500 engrav-
ings. William Tegg.

A book that has reached a.twelfth edition is inde-
pendent of the critic's eulogiums. Peter' Parley,
moreover, is a name dear to the nursery and the
play-room, and these tales of his about animals
have the additional attraction of bearing his name.
Some 500 spirited engravings of the various ani-
mals of the field and forest embellibh the little
volume, and tha letterpress descriptions are very
comprehensive and interesting, enlivened as much
as possible by incidents and anecdotes.

Our Common Insects. First Steps to Entomolgy.
By Mrs. E. W. Cox. One Vol., pp. 120. Robert

Hardwicke.

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HER MAJESTY,

OSBORNE, July 21.
The Queen drove yesterday in the grounds, both
in the morning and afternoon, accompanied 11
Princess Louis of Hesse and the Princess lonise.
Prince Louis of Hesse, attended by Captain VO
Westerwellcr, went to Aldershot, and on his return
after the field-day was met at Southampton by the
Princess Louis in the Fairy. Her Royal Highness
was attended by Baroness de Grancy.
The Duke of Argyll arrived and had the honour
of dining with her Mojesty, Prince and Princes 3
Leiningen also dined at 03borne.
Her Royal Highness Princess Helena continues
to improve in every respect. The rush has entirely
I disappeared.

" Sermons," we know, are proverbially to be
found "in stones," and good, most assuredly, may
be recognised in everything. Dr. Watts is not the
only philosopher who has sent his pupils to learn
admonition from the ant and the bee, and however
much that delightful example of the dace far niente
the barrister Eugene may "object to the bees," on
principle, those exemplars of industry will long
hold their high position as popular favourites and
encouragers. A similar term of the value of trifles
and of the power of perseverance is enforced in,
deed by the whole insect world. The common in-
sects of England, of which we see so much and know
so little, are here very pleasantly introduced to our
notice by Mrs. E. W. Cox, who has given in the
few pages of this little voiumette a complete resume
of the ways and wonders of this too much despised
Lilliputian world. As an example of the lively
sfyle in which the little work here under notice is
penned, let us quote from the opening pages the
following defence of entomology
Few branches of Science have suffered as much from
neglect and derision as Entomology has done. Does the
minuteness of its objects give rise to this injustice? If so,
we might as well assign to the physiologist (who carries on
his microscopic studies among infinitesimal molecules) a
position in the scientific world inferior to his whose interest
is confined to exiluming the gigantic remains of extinct
animals ; and with no invidious comparison we cannot
doubt that pre-eminence is due to the former student.
Or does the unsightly appearance of many insects prejudice
us against a more familiar acquaintance with their kind ? It
so, let us examine them more carefully, and doubtless we
shall be repaid for our trouble and courage, by finding them
possessed of external and internal beauties of colour and
structure, not surpassed by any other part of the animal
kingdom. If, however, we object to them on account of the
injury they do to our property, pause we a moment to in-
quire whether the benefits we receive from them do not
more than counterbalance the many evils of which they
are the cause. Finally, when we remember the impor-
tant place in our universe assigned by the Almighty
Creator to these minute beings, let ua inquire whether we
are justified in treating them with neglect and indifference.
fhe conclusion, doubtless, to which every thoughtful mind
will arrive ie, that Entomology is by no means unworthy
of elevation to a level with any of her sister sciences ; and
for this reason we subjoin the following sketch, rather with
the hope of inducing
our readers to enlarge their inquiries
as to the habits and nature of insects, than with that of
supplying any new information on the subject.
And as a specimen of the interesting character of
the descriptions themselves, we will take at hazard
one most appropriate for the day, a sketch, namely,
of the house fly, which is now tormenting us :
The wonderful adaptation of form to function which per-
vades the animal kingdom is in no instance more beauti-
fully exemplified than in the formation of the fly's leg
which naturalists, after a series of researches, have found to
consist ct two or three membraneous suckers, convex above
and bellow beneath, constructed to cause atmospheric pres-