The Sun.
London, England, 1852-06-28 00:00:00

EVENING, JUNE 28, 1852,

rind enigmatic image
which, according to Lafiteu,
was adored by the Red Indians of America before
the discovery of their continent by Europeans, that
solemn Cross which Grecian Art had placed in the
hands of Horns Apollo, suspended round the neck of
the divinity Apis, carved upon the front of Jupiter
Ammon, inserted in the thyrsis of Bacchus, engraved
upon the vases of libation, and jewelled in
the bosom of the vestal virgins, the Cross mentioned
with an inexplicable reverence in the most ancient
-annals 'of the Chinese and in the memorable records
of the Phoenicians. Following upon these really
astounding recollections, it is beautiful to remember
the noblest apostrophe of admiration ever addressed to
the Cross es the Symbol of Syctatu super Psalino."
mbels—the apostrophe
of. St. Augustine ("Ex Tra
Ps. 54, lect. 6.) when he speaks of the Cross as once
an object of derision, but now glittering in gold and
precious stones upon the summit of every diadem—
" Allende gloriam CMCIS ipSiUS :
jam its. fronts regum
crux illa.fixa ert, cui inimici insultaverunt " Had
the passage occurred to Warburton we donbt not that
be would have selected it as the motto of his title-
page. As i t is—the work in which, by its deeigcatic,n,
the author thus evidences his recognition of the grace
and of tho mystery of
ettnabolisna will—by reveling
the country of tile Crescent In all its Romance and in
all Ls Reality to the venerators of the Cross—long
teni, we believe, to preserve, if it fail to
perpetuale,
his reputation.
Subsequoitly to his return homewards, Eliot War-
burton was united to the daughter of the late Edward
Grove, Esq., of Shenetone Park, County Stafford,
neice of Sir Edmund Cradock Hartopo, Bart., end
cousin-german of the first wife of Lord John Btutsell,
Adelaide, the Lady Ribblesiale. Two children were
the fruit of that marriage,
Which an unforeseen and
dreadful calamity has so
prematurely brought to a
termination.
Encouraged doubtless
by the very distinguished
success of the " Crescent and the Cross,"
our author determined to adventure once
more upon the hazardous but fascinating en-
terprises of literature. In his second work,
it was found that the traveller bad been transmuted
into the collator of manuscripts. The Memoirs
of Prince Rupert and the Cavaliers, published in
1849, disclosed, however, scarcely less than its pre-
decessor the picturesque style and the generous Byrn.
pathies of Warburton. The
.latter characteristics
were, perhaps, therein even • more perceptible than in
the production which must always be regarded as
his masterpiece. Comprising a from the
private correspondence between the
'''' Royalist Comman-
der-in-Chief and the subordin te
a adherents of the
Sovereign, the work contained a variety of curious
documents transcribed from original MSS., which
had never before been afforded the opportunitY of
publication. So abundant, indeed, were the manu-
script treasures thus arranged
and revised by
Warburton, that he scrupulously disclaimed the
authorship of more than the first and se-
cond volumes, remarking that he could be
regarded as nothing more than simply the editor of
the third, consisting as it did for
the most part of
authentic papers relating to the civil war, carefully
digested and symmetrically ;
d
—sposed in succession.
The peculiar interest of this collection, it must be
observed, arose from the circumstance of its being
derivedTrom Colonel Benett,
tary. It included no less than a thousand letters,
addressed to their youthful chieftain by the chival-
rous and loyal Cavaliers—letters Penned by the hands
of those gallant gentlemen who pawned their plate
and mortgaged their estates, and o dropped their
hearts' blood for drachmas," to purchase the safety of
a prince and to vindicate the power of a dynasty.
Besides these singular epistles there were numerous
others, which bad hitherto been preserved among the
family archives of the Earl of Dartmouth, together
with copious materials extracted from the Diary of
Evelyn, from the Royal Letters of 14romi ,ey, as well
--
as from Sir Henry Ellis's Collection.
As additional
evidence of the extraordinary industry displayed in
this compilation by Eliot Warburton, it may be cur-
sorily observed that his researches extended through
a multiplicity of celebrated MSS., among which may
be enumerated the Lansdowne, liarleian, Bodleian,
Sloane, and Ashmolean. Apart fronts 44. 1k
these laborious
investigations, moreover, the production was in many
respects singularly meritorious. It was not so much
the worthiest, as it was literally the first, biography
of Prince Rupert that had appeared. A trivial pam-
phlet purporting to recount his " Heroic History" had
been printed, it is true, so far back as 1683, and,
within the present century, a more elaborated memo-
rill of the same personage had been contributed to the
" Biographie Universelle"—but neither were entitled
to any high degree of consideration. Warburton
must therefore be regarded as the earliest his-
torian of the Cavaliers. Incidental mention of their
prowess and self-sacrifice had been repeatedly
made before without question ; but no deliberate
effort had been attempted to clear their memory from
misconception, or to obliterate those calumnies from
the name of Rupert which had dimmed its glory
through so many misapprehending generations. There
was it congenial gallantry in the resolution with
which Warburton ventured to impugn the accuracy
of that stern judgment which bad been sanctioned
with a sort of tacit acquiescence by no less than two
centuries. In relating the adventures of the Royalis.t
Leader, he displayed somewhat of his earnestness with
rather more than his circumspection. His narrative,
indeed, possesses, in regard to facts, the stubbornness
of the Roundhead, 'while in its occasional bursts of
eloquent invective and of impassioned panegyric it
claims kindred with the audacity of the Cavalier.
Shortly after the first inkling of his popularity had
been obtained, Warburton was induced in 1846
to edit a couple of volumes descriptive of life in the
Canadas—a work written by d a friend," as he him-
self announced in the course of his Preface to
Hochelaga. 'Whether that "friend" was one of
his brothers, according to a conjecture at one time
prevalent, or simply an associate in whose literary
prosperity his kind feeling was interested—it is tole-
rably well known that another bearing that near
relationship has secured a moderate share of approval
by a composition of a different character—we allude
l'e," from the
to "Rollo and his R pen of Acton
t
Warburton. Daring the course of his introductory
remarks to
" limbelsga," its editor observed very
truthfully and sententiously, after an allusion to Ata-
lantis—" The theories of old Greece and Roman
Spain became stories; stories became tradition; tradi-
tion became faith, and when Columbus assumed his
mission, in him the old 4 Westering' instinct
amounted to an inspiration.,, Alas ! with Warbur-
ton himself that old ' westering' instinct" amounted
—if we may speak without
profanity—more to
a lamentable fatality than to an- such golden as-
piration. The reception accorded y to " Hochelaga,"
in the first instance for the manner of its introduc-
tion, but eventually from the appreciation of its
intrinsic excellence, encouraged its author to issue
from the press in 1849 a record of the "Conquest of
Canada," dating as far back
as 1534-5, the period
when its soil was first trodden by Jacques Cartier, its
discoverer. Later on, as
recently indeed as 1851,
another work was edited by the -
biographer of Ru-
pert, the circumstance being • . . indicated in the form of
an Introduction to the Mem •
rs of Horace Walpole.
Here, however, Woz
arburton
explicitly avows that his
only share in the undertaking is that of affixing his name
to the title page—excepting a
eew
t occasional cor-
rections "freely offered and freely accepted." Sketches
of the " voluptuous virtuoso"
of Strawberry Hill had
already appeared, but these
1, were chiefly restricted to
mere summaries, sue.' tn
as ,
',ose penned by Lord
Dover, by Sir Walter :Scott, and by Pinkerton.
Even the " feeling and eloquent„ memoir of Miss
Berry was little better (as Warburton here intimated)
than an avowed apology, dictated by the posthumous
generosity' of friendship. Wk
."at contributed, more-
over, rather considerably to enhance the value of the
biography introduced to the wod by Warburton,
was the circumstance that the
volenaes comprised a
variety of original letters by te,
—43 most fascinating,
because the most elegantly voluble, of correspondents.
Apparently almost as inartificial Its the letters of
Byron, those of Walpole are as fastidiously delicate
as the epistles of Chesterfield, occasionally combining
with these peculiarities, the idiomatic diction of Cow-
per, and the effervescent and sometimes almost bois-
terous vivacity of Sevigne. Speaking of them in de-
served terms of admiration, our
author wittily
observes in his Introduction (p. 10.) that " they
leave nothing but truthfulness to be desired," an ac-
cusation rather painfully corroborated the other day
by the publication of "The Garland" in the pages of
the " Quarterly ii garland
of not the loveliest of
the flowers of rhetoric, woven into metre at the very
period the courtier's lips were secretly dropping
poison on the name of his Sovereign, and laid at the
foot of the throne by a hand yet blackened in the
task of scurrility, with an air of
consummate and
refined adulation.
Meanwhile—amusing his leisure with the respon-
sibilities of editorthip—Eliot Warburton was not
altogether indifferent himself to the manifold seduc-
tions of literature. Influenced by his examination of
the Royalist manuscripts, be determined to recount
a tale of the troubles of 164—, by writing the confes-
sions of a Cavalier, as a fictitious autobiogra-
phy. Such were the intentions which, in
1850, led to the appearance of his romance,
entitled Reginald Hastings. It revealed but
little evidence of the author's capacity as a novelist,
and was consequently regarded by bi 3 many ad-
mirers as a matter of disappointment. The story
displayed, of course, that familiarity with the epoch
which was only to have been expected from the histc-
ritn of Rupert, but which in another might have
been a subject at once of surprise and of admiration.
It was otherwise unattractive.
The masquerade of
the romancer seemed to sit hut awkwardly on the
shoulders of the traveller. He could have donned
the burnoose with the readiness of an Arab, but the
mask of the novelist appeared to him as unnatural
las feathers to a leopard. It was askew in the -first
# chapter. Upwards of a year elapsed before be yea-

tured once more upon the delineation of the
imaginary. It was late in
1851 that Darien was published, a narrative
partially historical in its character, and recounting
under the title of " The Merchant Prince" the for-
tunes of the memorable Alvarez, better known as that
Sir Solomon Medina who accused the great Duke of
Marlborough of such enormous embezzlement. The
production was scarcely less faulty than its predeces-
ser : but, considered in the glare of an after occur-
rence very terrible in its character, it will be found
to possessam enthralling and, we believe, also an en-
daring interest. " Darien," to be estimated at its
intrinsic value, must be read by the lurid light of the 1
Amazon, by the light of that maritime conflagration
which seems throughout the fiction to be foreseen by
a sort of wierd presentiment. Viewed thus, the
work cannot fail to excite the awe, as well as the be-
wilderment, of the psychologist. Its conspi-
cuous purport enlivened by the roman' ic
adventures of Alvarez was to record the
rise and failure; the propitious rise and the
melancholy feilure, of the celebrated Darien Expedi-
tion. That expedition, will be remembered, was
originated by the founder of the Bank of England.
William Patterson is, therefore, the real hero of the
romance—stracgest, of all heroes of romance ever
selected, a Puritan enthusiast, and a mercantile day-
dreamer unselfish and elevated in. his ambition, but
weak and vasciflating in its development ! Associated
with Patterson towards the conclusion of the story, is
Andrew Fletcher of Saltoun, a man almost as specu-
lative and still more impracticable. Yet more re-
markable among the real characters introduced, must
likewise be particularized John Lew (as his latest
celebrant designates bins, "the Napoleon of the
gambling world"), the originator of that famous Mis-
sissippi scheme which as far surpassed the South
Sea Bv.bble, as the South Sea Bubble sur-
passed M. Cabet's project of founding a new Arcadia
by an Icarian colonization. A sort of morganetic
admiration for the old Buccaneers, betrays itself
throughout the narrative—due reference being made
to Alexander of the Iron Arm, to the wily Rock, the
daring Pierre, the ruthless Olonois, and the redoubt-
able Montbara, otherwise called the Exterminator.
Another, and not the least formidable among those
ferocious " water rats," Sir Henry Morgan, is ac-
tually involved in the imaginary incidents conjured
up by the novelist. There is an indescribable gusto
in his allusion to the spoils gathered in by the auda-
city of the Buccaneers—gold from Mexico, silver
from Peru, pearls from the Gulf, cinnamon from the
Carracas, ambergris from the Baltic, fish
from Newfoundland, nutmegs from the Mo-
luccas, ivory from Ceylon, diamonds from Gol-
conda—the involuntary tributes paid by the
industrious to the lawless navigator. Fascinated
by the prowess of the Buccaneers, Warburton's
gentle nature revolted at their cruelty, but still more
at the systematic inhumanity revealed by the con-
querors c, Spanish America. From " the complaints
of Las Cases, the confessions of Cortes, the apologies
of Herrera, and the summing up of Prescott,"he here
adduced the most damning evidence of their almost
preternatural atrocity. While absorbed in these ter-
rible investigations, however, he lost no portion of his
engaging vivacity ; and thus, even when depicting
an outrage by the troopers of Claverhouse, he quietly
remarks—that " in toasting the health of fair Alice
the topers made considerable inroads upon their
own." It was a curious circumstance, more-
over, that although actually a total stranger
to the Transatlantic scenery he depicted it almost
with the colouring of Cooper and the minuteness of
Audubon. He appeared to be familiar with every
feature in the landscape, with all the winged and
creeping denizens of the woods, and with the varieties
of the luxuriant vegetation. He beheld, as if in
reality, the branches of the cedar and the balsam,
gorgeous with their living blossoms—the brilliant
plumage of the barat and the tulcan. He watched
every movement of the scorpion under the cassia-tree,
and knew the haunts of the lizard and the serpent near
'.he roots of the fruit-dropping tamarind. " There "
he exclaims in one portion (11. 299.) " under the in-
fluence of an eternal summer, Nature runs riot ; like
a glorious and fantastic bacchanal, drunk with the
rich juices of a virgin soil, and the warm fellowship
of a meridian sun : there she makes for herself arborial
bowers whose lofty colonnades and flower-roofed aisles
mock the dimensions of our stateliest palaces." And
with every leaf and fibre he seemed to have rendered
himself acquainted—from the bamboos and bananas
to the interwoven parasites " all a-bloom with purple
flowers," from the pineapple "burning like a topaz on
its green calyx," to the mangroves drooping into the
water heavily laden at every bough with oysters!
The tenacity of his memory, the voracity of his re-
searches, and the vividness of his imagination trans-
formed Warburton into a Mexican while he wrote,
as the same influence changed Moore for the time
being into a native of Cashmere, and Burke into a
Bengelee. Whether it was that he yearned to com-
pare his own fancies with the realities of nature
across the ocean, whether he wished to ex•
amine such creatures as the " demoniac cat-
fish and the cruel remora," or to re-discover
that " one rocky ridge" in the isthmus of Darien
(11. 97.) from the summit of which can be seen the
opposing shores of the Pacific and Atlantic—shortly
after the publication of his novel, relating to the
" Merchant Prince," Warburton resolved upon at once
proceeding to Panama. Possibly he was actuated in
this instance by that love of travel, which he himself
termed "the most unquenchable of loves" (I. 162.)—
that love which had already carried him to Damietta
and the Dardanelles. Howbeit his excursion to
Central America was resolved upon : at first under-
taken simply with an eye to pleasure, but ultimately
also with an eye to business—Warburton being de-
puted to negotiate friendly relations between the In-
dian tribes of Darien and the Atlantic and Pacific
Junction Company. In pursuance of this enterprise,
he left England in the Amazon steam-ship, of 2,250
tons burden, on Friday, the 2d of January, 1852,
under the command of Captain Symons, with 163 on
board, crew and passengers. The fate of that unfor-
tunate and magnificent vessel can never, in the annals
of misfortune, be altogether lost to remembrance. In
its aggregation of horrors it exceeded even the dubi-
ous fate of the President and the celebrated loss of
the Kent East Indiaman. In many particulars it
eclipsed the fearful destruction (which took place a
month afterwards) of her Majesty's ship the Birken-
head. Early on Sunday morning the 4th of January,
but very little indeed after midnight, almost every
soul on board the Amazon being hushed in
slumber, the pealing of the alarm-bell, and the
cries of " Fire," woke those who were sleeping
to the frightful knowledge that the ship
was in flames. Twenty minutes more proved
enough to complete the conflagration; but within
that brief interval how much agony was compressed
those who have survived have enabled us to con-
jecture. An ineffectual effort to set the fire-engine
going was followed by the abandonment of the hose
and the desperate resort to the buckets. Everything
speedily revealed, however, that the attempt to extin-
guish the conflagration must prove futile, but, during
the loss of time resulting from the endeavour four out
of the nine boats received irreparable injury.l
Meanwhile the engines, not having been stopped at
the outbreak of the catastrophe, carried the Amazon
with terrible velocity through a heavy sea and
a wind blowing with considerable violence. Fifty-
nine persons alone escaped in two of the_ life-
boats, -
boats, the dingy, the cutter, and the pinnace—the two
best life-boats being burnt on the sponsons, while
the mail boat, and in all probability the gig, were
swamped alongside. The last individual recognised
on board by those who were saved was Eliot War-
burton—standing by the captain at the wheel, fully
dressed, and quite collected. Shortly afterwards the
vessel was involved in a sheet of flame from the bow-
sprit to the taffrail, the magazine soon exploded, the
into
the red-hot, fell over with a hissing sound
the waves, and the wreck thereupon almost instantly
foundered. Remembering the suddenness of this
appalling calamity, coming so speedily after the ap-
pearance of the romance of " Darien," we shudder at
the mysterious recurrence of allusions to precisely
similar disasters by the - almost prophetic hand
of the gifted and lamented traveller. Already in
the opening page of the third volume of "Reginald
Hastings" he had quoted those passionate lines of
Shakspere—
" 0 Lord! metbought what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of water in mine ears;
What sights of ugly deaths within mine eyes!"
In "Darien" his expressions became still more
lamentably appropriate, and still more painfully dis-
tinct in their explicitness. Almost at the commence-
ment of the romance the author dedicates an entire
chapter (I. ch. iv.) to a minute description of the
torments of death by burning, transcribing at the
outset those verses of Shelley—
" The thirsty fire crept round his manly limbs—
His resolute eyes were scotched to blindness soon:
His death pangs rent my heart."
Further on Warburton writes (I. 206.) "We struck;
all hands took to the boats; I only left; boats
swamped; crew lost; I, thanks to your gallantry and
kindness—only saved." Elsewhere, he says (11.16 )
" S-artled by the sudden sense of drowning, he
awoke to find himself in the angry sea, with wreck
and ruin and destruction all around." Another of
his mournfully apposite extracts is from Uhland—
" The winds and the waves of Ocean,
They rested quietly;
Bu I heard on the gale is sound of wail,
There was danger on the sea."
Everywhere he seemed to behold round him mys-
tically, as Longfellow did in "Evangeline," the glory
of a conflagration, where—
" Columns of shining smoke uprose, and flashes of

flames were
Thrust thro' the folds and withdrawn, like the quivering
hands of a martyr."
His similes were tinctured with the same sombre
hue of premonition. He thus illustrated the imper-
ceptible diminution of sorrow for a deceased com.
panion (111. 211)-6 as when a ship founders at sea,

the water forms a distracted vortex for a few
minutes, and the waves are tossed about un-
naturally ; but they gradually subside, until the
surface of ocean is as calm over the buried
wreck as over the smoothest sand that ever formed a
drowned seaman's pillow." His thoughts appeared to
recur perpetually to the same theme with a mis-
boding iteration. He talked (I. 68.) of " mariners
making preparation's on a quiet shore for a long and
stormy voyage? He seemed by a preternatural an-
ticipation to recognise the Forms of those who would
so soon be lamenting his own calamitous disappear-
ance. He described (I. 53.) one whose eyes " were
regardless of all except the sea in which her hope
now as ever her fear was rested :" and at another
time wrote of one of his heroines (111. 82.) " she was
like those who have lost dear relations at sea, and who
love to soothe their sorrows by sitting on the shore
and watching
tidings of those who
the waves as they come and go ; in some
dreamy expectation that somehow they may bring
fe
llows." Someti have
then veil of futurity
.becethe alma aleS'
eV"' tae
gone down among their
::,nos* to trans
the „horrors of the I catwrophe. In
one volume- he a'
• rriae )1"- e'ee but
pareut to reveal
wrote (1. 74) leg
"me eelumes of, smoke o‘g quietly up in the
Cur 11.
evening air, gave token of
(111. 25.) "The "3, dirlster;" in another
remaining S-panie4 WPS now on fire
forward, and - her dry sails
in another he depicted yet
burned up' ripply into
three pillars of flame :"
more minutely the misfortune be was so speedily to
experience (11. 224-225 )--" As the winessofficer
by forward in his turn, Lis speech wee pea
by the cry of fug° from the forecastle"terra
. Ele volume of smoke at the same time gushing :p
the hold diffused a sulphurous stench. The Shit, lied
been set on-fire by one of the quenchless fireballs that
the buccaneers were accustomed to make use of in
extremity. It had fallen among bales of silk, Wheal
for some time smothered the fierceness of' the flames
but it had the more extensively and subtly done its
work, and the fire was proportionately destructive.
Tne boats were immediately lowered, and those on
board had barely time to put off when the galleon
was in flames from stem to stern. Even the
wouuded buccaneer and the sick English sailor
had been saved. The boats rowed fast towards
Alvaro's ship, and almost immediately after they had
reached her the galleon blew up, and no trace was
left of the gallant ship but a few seething planks, and
some bubbles on the calm water in which she had
gone down." Literature does not contain any more
startling indications of a presentiment. They remind
one of those exquisite verses in which Lord Byron
celebrated the thirty-seventh anniversary of his birth,
at Missolonghi—the fabulous notes of the swan sing-
ing its own requiem, as Mozart is said to have com-
posed his on the eve of dissolution. That Warburton
preserved his self-possession even under the terrors of
an occurrence that might have palsied the most cou-
rageous cannot but be matter for our admiration. His
collected behaviour even under such circumstances
can be readily comprehended, however, by those in
any way acquainted with the serene bravery of his
character. several instances of this bravery occurred
in the course of his eastern peregrinations, sot the least
remarkable of which were (" Crescent," &c., ch. xii.)
the coolness displayed by him when nearly half a mile
from his boat at midnight, and almost alone in the
midst of a couple of hundred angry Nubian savages
(ditto, ch. xvi.) ; and his refusal of backsheesh to the ex-
tortionate Bedouins in one of the Pyramids, a refusal
enforced by an extended pistol and a threat of the
bastinado ; but especially (ditto, ch. xxix.) the cou-
rage disclosed in riding on horseback, without a
single attendant, along the sea shore, from Lebanon
to Beyrout—a feat which nearly led to his assassina-
tion. Bravely, therefore, as became him, he passed
away in what seemed to be the meridian of his life, in
the midst of that awful conflagration. Peace be with
him ! wherever may have flown his gentle but
heroic spirit. He should have died in
different scenes and under less dreadful auspices—
upon the banks of the holy Jordan, or under the
boughs of the whispering palm, or in the ripeness of
a good old age, reposing on his bed, surrounded
by those who loved him, and by the fields sacred with
the tender recollections of his childhood. Instead
of this—the deck of the burning Amazon, far
away, at midnight, among the raging waters
of the Atlantic ! Prematurely though his
career has terminated,
his name cannot easily be
forgotten. It will be ranked among the catalogue of
those "keen-eyed travellers" of whom Kinglake
speaks in the most eloquent passage of " Eothen "
(chap. xx.) as " Warburton to-day and Herodotus yes-
terday "—and will long be associated in the mind of
every English pilgrim to the Holy Land with the Hill
of Zion and Mount Moriah, with the babbling
Kedron and the gloomy Jehoshaphat, with every
stone in the Via Dolorosa and every olive in Geth-
semane. And assuredly that alone is an achievement.
It is something to have one's name remembered in
connexion with the ruins of Jerusalem !
In appearance Warburton was frank and prepos-
sessing. About the middle height, he was erect in
bearing, and occasionally, in the carriage of his head,
almost military. Amiability tempered the resolution
expressed in his mouth. Along the edge of the lower
lip was traceable the faintest vestige of an imperial.
His fresh complexion laud light-brown hair be-
trayed the Saxon origin, which was 'rendered yet
more apparent by his blueish eyes—spurred at
the outer corners with crows' feet imprinted less by
time than by a merriment wrinkling into laughter.
His voice, clear and rather high, was peculiar for its
pensive cadence, imparting to almost every sentence
a pleasing but melancholy inth ction. His memory
is with us, as that of the gallant and the gifted—the
memory :fan observant traveller with the sympathies
of a poet, and the soul of a gentleman. Keen.

TO THE SECRETARY OF THE BRADFORD
REFORM ASSOCIATION.
(CONTINUED ON MONDAYS AND WEDNESDAYS.)
Sir,—On Wednesday the 23rd of June, a Committee
was moved for considering of making compensation out
of the Consolidated Fund, to persons interested in
Burial Grounds in the Metropolis, for any loss they may
sustain in consequence of any Act passed in the present
session. There appears to be a good deal of mal-
arrangement in this. Bradford and Edinburgh pay to
the Consolidated Fund, but why should Bradford and
Edinburgh pay for improvements in Metropolitan fune-
rals. If it is on account of the share Bradford and
Edinburgh men may have in the health of the metro-
polis during the time they are there on business, it Is
evidently a very meagre reason for making them and
others so situated pay for the whole. It there was a
prospect that Bradford and Edinburgh would have any-
thing of the same kind done for them out of the Conso-
lidated Fund in turn, the case might be altered. Bat
till that is ascertained, the question ought to lie over.
On the same day motion was made by Viscount
Jocelyn, for Copies of Evidence and Reports on the
transactions in Scinde. The facts with respect to Scinde
may have partially gone out of public memory to make
room for others; but the leading features were these,—
that a race of Native Princes in India had been useful
and steady allies of the British in times of urgency, and
when the urgency was over, the British, true to
Anglo-Saxon
policy, were found dispossessing their late
allies of their territories,
adreducing
them
theirm
to r e
thev en
conditionueit an d
of
pri-
vate properly, and
state prisoners in various fortresses. The facts are im-
pressed upon me, because I remember that at the time
they were taking place, I had communications from
persons of mark in India, made under the impres-
sion that I had a seat in Parliament and could conse-
quently have aided by a vote. I remember also to
have seen in some public paper, a statement
that British officers in India had refused to accept
their share of the priza-money, because they said it was
made by the pillage of ladies' jewel-boxes. So you see
that we do not all of us leave our consciences behind on
passing the Line, whatever may be the effect upon the
average of the mass.
•

•
The world will cease to wonder that this country, in
which the democratic element is decidedly so strong,
should still present a spectacle of comparative peace and
harmony to surrounding nations,—when it has duly
meditated on the fact, that no tale of wrong and shame
can arise in any quarter of the earth, without a British
noble being found in the van of the resistance. I have
seldom seen so much of enthusiasm in the House, as
was excited on this occasion; and men of different par-
ties seemed to enjoy the opportunity for a momentary
fusion, like soldiers meeting at the advanced-posts under
the liberty of a flag of truce. The Ministry in answer
reduced itself to the plea of autrefois acquit;
Which
might have been well if the contrivers; and authors
of these harms had been waiting for the judgment of
Parliament, but the object of the present motion was to get some tardy reparation for the degradation to the
British character. We are in horrible servitude to 04
men who have command over gunpowder.
judge, no jury, to take up our cause at the time;
There is
the
utmost the
utmost that is left for us is, the chance of some limping
attempt at reversal after the flesh has gone down the
wolf's throat. The thing does not take place once, but
perpetually. It is a trade; andweal or in
malt, are destined to pay fOrtieweeLerititohneis. Oil' the ;Pirdeirng
captive A
On Thursday the Government evinced a js'eciade,
spirit on the subject of the
and there is a probability of some small portion
extreme wrong bting tardily given up.
ht before the
On FricLy Lord John Ituseell broug-- Lords
House of Curt:mobs tilt alterations made thebyqseof thi,
in the Corrupt Preeticea at Eleeti,ins BM. ufi
Reuse of Com-
priLcipal, is the takibe,. away from
th©
li
boroughs in cases
meers of
of
the
of notorious bribery, Without tilt) agreement
Com-
mons
the
right
of
Plijeceding °gait's'
Will the Lords agree to the interferenceto the House of
1110116, in eases ivntle, the introduction
to ask
get somebody Lords is collet:rued? I tried of the Com-
toMember- spoke loudly of
this; but althout success.
A n the subject; and it is
ilia :mention to go to a
impossible to say what
harm could
recorded their names in
Setae or two of Members
popular assembly the feeblest
division
nouoid have been done, if a
proposal always carries was adjourned till Tuesday.
tailed him. The House .
"useclueneP.
But i°*the day, and his resolution
Sir, yours eery sincerely,
I am, -it' AN OLD REEORMER.
Blackheath, June 28.1852.

A deputation, consisting of Alderman Sir P. Laurie,
Mr. J. Woodward, Mr. G. Stacy (Deputy), Mr. E.
Lane, and Mr. A. Vines had an interview with Mr.
Secretary Walpole, at the klome-office, on Saturday.