The Sun.
London, England, 1852-11-25 00:00:00

LITERATURE.
The Comic Almanack for 1853. By Geo •
• '• - `k, shank. David Bogue. c•-,1 1:s;
Cruikshank again with his Comic Al 11, • Tel- A
glorious treat coming to us, almost " out of
mind," with the approach of Christmas. 7: nfortu-
nately we can no longer look forward s s
facetious " Annual " from Thomas o ZP's
another grotesque " Legend" from Thomas In=A. RIO
goldsby, to another merry song from Theodore
Hook, or to another witticism from Sydney Smith.
The perpetual demands upon his attention made
by " Household Words," have even prevented
Charles Dickens from giving us another of those
rosy little books for the winter evenings, which still
glow so warmly in the popular recollection. We
cannot any longer listen for the chirruping of a,
new " Cricket on the Hearth," or for the tones of a
new " Carol" sung in the snow-storms of December,
any more than we can expect to hear fresh voices
from "The Chimes," like those familiar to the ears
of Trotty Veck, or hope to see a second "Haunted
Man" such as Redlaw, gliding among the shadows
of his laboratory, or to watch the incidents of ano-
ther miniature " Battle of Life" fought in the
orchard of Dr. Jeddler. We must needs content
ourselves with the monthly instalments of " Bleak
House," or with the additional chapters of the
" History of England," written for the delight and
instruction of little children by a greater than
Oliver Goldsmith. But then, with the recurrence
of the festive season, there still comes to us
as surely as the raisins, and the candied orange-
peel, and the prize beef, and the show tur
keys, and the biffins, and the sticks of cinna-
mon, and the boughs of misletoe, and the branches
of holly, and the crackling chestnuts, and the
flaming snapdragon the Comic Almanack of
George Cruikshank. The Prince of Caricaturists
appears, in truth, to be fairly inexhaustible. Gill-
ray might be " used up "—Rowlandson " worn
out"—Cham exhausted—Gavarni drained of all
drollery—even Phillipon, with " Poire" and with
" Macaire," brought to a non plus for anything in
the shape of novelty in regard to the ridiculous—
but Cruikshank—never. As welcome to us, there-
fore, as he has been for many years byegone, more
welcome, indeed, for that very reason of the
lapse of time, than ever, is our incomparable
George Cruikshank. It matters not that his pencil
is pre-engaged in illustrating the genius displayed
by Harriet Beecher Stowe, in "Uncle Tom's Cabin'
—that his brush is pre-occupied in depicting the
droll diablerie of Burns, as described in " Tam
O'Shanter"—that his pen is active in writing down
the Betting-office Humbug, or that his voice is
loud in asserting the advantages of systematic tem-
perance. So certainly, as the new year is drawing
on—there appears the old familiar volumette of the
Comic Almanack, embellished by the etching-needle
of George Cruikshank. It is true,, no doubt,
that Rigdum Fuiinidos no longer writes the
letterpress—but then we all remember that
the principal, if not indeed the only, merit of the
publication lay in the humorous embellishments.
And "here they are," still like our dear old friend
the clown in the pantomime, " making faces" in-
numerable, and telling us, as he never fails to tell
us, that " somebody 's coming"—and that Some-
body, the New Year—this time 1853 ! We have
to thank Mrs. Colonel Bloomer and her followers
for the idea of the gorgeous frontispiece, showing
" The Rights of Women, or the effects of Female
Enfranchisement." No wonder " Old Stingy,'
the gentleman's candidate, is altogether eclipsed at
the hustings by " Sir Charles Darling," the ladies'
candidate ! The next illustration is an example of
" Taking care of Number One," revealing to us a.
gentleman endeavouring to keep " Number One"
out of " St. Paul's Churchyard." There is a
luscious smack about the old fellow's mouth that is
quite delicious. Another sketch is that entitled
" Will you be our VisA-Vis?"—a sketch that
assuredly nobody could possibly have thought of,
much less drawn, but Cruikshank. Such a
colossal tie, such a lilliputihn foot, such an
ineffable smirk in the grinning teeth, and
the goggling eyes, and the turned-up nose—
never could by any chance have appeared
anywhere but in the " Comic Almanack." " There's
Nothing like Leather" is a good skit at the results
of the emigration mania to the gold-diggings of Aus-
tralia ; as likewise is that other one, showing the
results of a " Scarcity of Servants." But the two
glories of the Almanack for 1853 have not yet been
particularised—the " Pack of Knaves," or a Packed
Meeting of the "Knowing Cards" of the Betting-
Shop interest—and the extraordinary movement in
China, or " A Change in the Willow Pattern at
Last," both of them sketches in their extravagant
humour, exquisitely Cruikshaukian. H. G. Hine
has a swarm of comical little iwood-cuts scattered
through the letterpress, which latter is edited this
year by Robert B. Brough. Perhaps the best hit
in the literary portion of the "Comic Almanack for
1853," is the Parody on Edgar A. Poe's Raven,'
a trifle very clever as such trifles go ; but then if there
is one thing which more than any other in the way
of facetice that we detest, abhor, loathe, abominate,
scorn, despise,—it is a parody. One remark let us
add. If any one wishes to have a good jovial roar
of laughter, let him turn to the " Comic Alma-
nack for 1853," certain that he will enjoy it to his
heart's content,—thanks to the wood-cuts of H. G.
Hine, to the squibs and jokes of Robert Brough :
but peculiarly and especially by reason of those
seven delightful illustrations from the hand of our
inimitable George Cruikshank.

Revelations of Siberia. By a Banished Lady.
Edited by Colonel Lach Szyrma. 2 vols. Col-

burn.

The authoress of this work was a Polish lady,
who having established schools on her property,
and becoming implicated in some manner with
some emissaries from abroad, was condemned to
pass the remainder of her life in Berezou, a town
in the farthest north of the desolate region of
Siberia. It is somewhat surprising that in such
melancholy circumstances the authoress should be
capable of writing such lively and varied " Revela-
tions:" Her misfortunes do not appear to have
deprived her of her powers of observation and de-
scription. She gives an account of the manners
and customs of the people, the appearance of the
towns, the dress of the inhabitants, and joins to
these her own adventures, observations, and senti-
ments. The travels are very entertaining, and the
misfortunes of the writer obtains for her thein-
terest and commiseration of the reader. To all
unacquainted with the country she describes, her
work offers a great variety ofinformation, conveyed
in an attractive and pleasing form.

Uncle Walter. By Mrs. Trollope. 3 vols. Colburn.
The hero of this tale is an old man of seventy-one,
who, having spent his life in Australia, returns to
his native country in his old age. He is devoted
to scientific pursuits, and, though learned in such
subjects, he is quite ignorant of the manners and
customs of the world, and surprised at the selfish-
ness and avarice he meets with. Though not
equal to Mrs. Trollope's former works, in
brilliancy of style, it is not deficient in interest or
variety. Kate Harrington, Uncle Walter's niece,
forms an agreeable contrast to the worldliness of her
parents, and it is in her fortunes that the reader is
chiefly interested. She has much to endure from
her refusal of a wealthy Peer, of whom her mother
insists her acceptance; but all is finally happily ar-
ranged by the intervention- of Uncle Walter, and
the tale concludes in the most satisfactory manner
to all concerned in it. If not presenting any
striking originality, it is pleasing and attractive ;
though the author cannot be cor!imenc ed in her
ridicule of the Church, of which she gives
ous absurd samples, but not one favourablenumer-
speci-
men. With this exception, the story is agreeable
and the style lively,
and likely to attract and fuel.
nate her readers.

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morning at an early hour, a fire, naeandrlyciag:e
fatal results to five or six persons, broke out i.tilindlteedhrechwpianrteitl:
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After some
trouble the residents were aroused,
descend the staircase they f but on attempting to
such dense bodies that they found the smoke issuing in
With the assistance
of thepolice were nearly suffocated.
inmates were all rescued officer on the beat, the
fire escape and several in safety. The Royal Society's
from Watling-street engines of the London Brigade,
Parringdon-street and Jeffery.
square stations, together • ' d
office, attended
office, and plenty of water having been pro-
cured, the firemen went toy work k and extinguished the
or.
fire. Considerable damage was, however, done to the
premises and their contents, which will be covered by
an insurance in the Royal Exchange Fire-office. The
disaster was occasioned by a spark dropping from a
lighted candle amongst some goods in the kitchen on the
first floor. A fire also broke out yesterday afternoon,
in the neighbourhood of Back Church-lane, Whitechapel,
but owing to the timely aid afforded by the firemen the
damage done was inconsiderable.
THE CONTBST FOR LISBURN.—A meeting of the elec.
tors of Lisburn was held on Monday, at which 65 out of
the 200 electors of which the constituency is composed
were present. The Lord-Advocate, who was the only
candidate in attendance, addressed the meeting at some
length, and proclaimed himself an out-and-out Free-
trader. Mr. Inglis having completed his canvass, to.
turned to Scotland on Monday evening.
THE SIX-MILE-BRIDGE AFFAIR.—It is said that the
friends of the people killed at Six-Mile-bridge are not
disposed to go on with the prosecution of the soldiers,
but to keep the charge hanging over them as long u tine
k forms:of law will allow.