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

THE BOMBAY MAIL,

inc,aeh
following
By the arrival of the Bombay mail we have re.
ceived our private correspondence and files of papers
from Calcutta to Jane 13 and Bombay June 23.
tslligencs had been received in Calcutta, by
telegraph from Simla, of a battle having been fought
are reported to have been killed on each side.
lh
in Which the Ameer was victorious. 2,000
extracts are from the Overland
summary of the Bombay Gazette:—
" An uneasy fee,ing Las prevailed on the North.
Eastern frontier, since the return of the Bhootan
Mission, in expectation of aggressions by the Bhoo-
tanese. They are said to be assembling at a place
not far from Julpigoree, and that the Sooba of
Dabinoote is Collecting supplies there. The Bhoo-
tanese have, moreover, consulted their priests and
oracles as to a favorable time for commencitie
proceedings; bat the later are unfavourable co an
invasion of British territory, and have st,erniy for.
bidden it. If attacked, however, by the British
within their own borders, then Vile Bhutanese are
promised by their oracles a series of triumphant
victories.

" Sir John Lawrer,ce has declared himself op-
posed, for military reasons, to the extension of the
Scinde Railway co Mocltan, and favourably inclined
towards maintenatce of an Indus flotilla.
" Ia
the 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 confirming
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 case of the murder of
the late Major Mackeson, a former Commissioner
un the Punjab.

"Intelligence has been received from the Punjab
that the Nawab of B asvulpore has murdered his
uncle,ann that the Lieutenant• Governor, Sir Robert
Montgomery, has propesed to the Supreme Govern-
ment to take over the management of the Nawab's
territory, theuival Political Agents being appointed
to reside there.

"The Peninsular and Oriental Company's steam-
ship Candia, Capt. Castle, which suffered so severely
in the cy.:tone off Socotra on the 29th April last,
has reached Calcutta in safety.
Th.' latest Afi•-;Ccz fcuui .ei,srisz.a.Lcau are to the
effect that Sirdar Mahomed Ufzul Kban, the eldest
brother of the Amur of Cabool, has usurped the
title of Ameer, in which he is aided and abetted by
the Khan of Bckhara ; 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 fears
as 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-tieneral of that province.
"Dr. Livingstone, the renowned African traveller
and missionary, arrived at Bombay in his little
riverthe 14th inst., having left that port on the Ist idem.
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turned to Bombay. re. He has since re-
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Ei.Al4,KlTS—This Day

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11A.Rli•LANE4

Only a moderate supply of home-grown wheat was re-
ceived fresh up to our market to-day. Generally speaking
the trade was quiet. Nevertheless, Monday's prices were
ateadi,y supported.
large. The transactions in most descriptions were of
limited extent, yet prices ruled firm.
The supply of foreign Wheat on the stands was moderately
Floating cargoes of grain steadily supported previous
rates.
Barley, the supply of which on sale was small, ruled firm,
with amnalt aupwardbouta
tendencyay ra in prices.
The supply of oats on sale was large. Dlost descriptions
were in fair average re
Beans and peas we in limited supply, g
In business was transacted, on
o
former terms.
"eat, and prices ruled firm.
and Loth articles
fully supported previous rates.
The flour trade was steady, at late quotations.
ARRITALS 71118 IvIABIE.
Wbf'''t• Barley, I.lalt. Oats. Flour.
English.... •-4`o_ ~270 J f( 00
~470
Irish.. ...... — _ ' _ 3.2
Foreign-- I 31,39 J 160 ski,
Do
._— 1,200

AND
.
EADENHALL NEW G A.TE AIT
The rapply of meat on sale is moderately good, and the
traede is dull, as follows :
?er 81b. by the carcase.
d a d ads()
Inferior beef . ~
4 10 3 2 Middling mutton 4 2 4 4
Middling do,
Z 4 3 8 Prime do 4 6 48
Prime large do.
3 10 4 0 Veal 3 6 4 4
Do. small do. ~ 4 0 4 2 Small pork 3 10 4 6
Large pork ~. ~
o 2 3 6 Lamb
Inferior mutton, 3 8 4 0.

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

TEA—The COLONIAL.
yesterday without any material change as regards prices.
Public sales were brought to a termination
Sta"—°lalY limited transactions have been recorded in
West India, and prices have been barely maintained, info.
rior descriptions being held at a decline of about 6d per
cwt. Li 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 Las been done in East
India, which has fully maintair-ed previous values.
TAT, Low—T he
:Lark& has continued rather inactive,
but quotations !Trull) stP;ady, P.Y.C. on the spot being Us
tar.,
3d, and last three
nths 433 per cwt.

—dS Or MR 801'11E110N ESTCOURT..-- 'We
regret to aonounee that the health of Mr Sotheron
Esteourtis in sucha precarious state as to be a cause of
seem anxiety to
his friends.---so precarious, indeed, as to
render hire unable to attend the funeral of his brother. The
attack with which ho was seisid about three years ago
(bleeding at the nose from the ruptare of a bloodvessel) 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 fcr the right lion. gen•
tleman's speedy recovery.— Watshire Mirror.
CRYSTAL PALACE, THURSDAY.—ONE SHILLING
DlT.—Admissions on payment, 5,500 ditto by Feu=
tiCketo) 1, 11, 19t41 Tigitorol 72011;

R E,

Mr. Anthony Trollope's New Work.

The Small House at Allington. By Anthony
Trollope. 'lwo Vols. I►lustrated by J. E.
Millais, R. A. Elect. Smith, Elder and Co.
For an 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, be has since then contributed to our

imaginative literaure ! To write an imaginative

narrative appears for him to be about as facile a

pastime, about as pleasant to himself while penning

it, as to his reader while skimming it afterwards
rapidly with eager eyes and a flying paper•bnife—
to be for him about as fe.cile 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

cranking a dish of filberts after dinner CUM grano
salis, 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
the 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
acquired mastery of the ars celare artem, or whether
it simply seises from a constitutional aptitude for
the telling, cff- 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 VOCB. He never, as we might say, startles one
into attention. He recounts what he has to acquaint
U 9 with, with the agreeable manner of an accom-
plished conversationalist. While his narrative has
about it, always, the delightful fluency of a veritable
im'erovisation—he improvises with, in his very
bearing, all the amiable self-possession of an Eng-

fish Gentleman—not the least in the world after

the fashion of your Italian improvisator°, with
lashing eyes, distracted accents, and 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. We 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 Troliope. 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, so
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,
oddities, whimsicaiities—what characters they are,
moreover, particularly the better sort of them! Facile
princeps among them—incomparably the greatest. of
.11 Mr. Anth,,.., rr.-i1,,,,.. —t;nna—Archdeacon
Grantley 1 Then too, that dreadful but 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 dons
laughing:at her ? Most assured not—so long as
we can; 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 Seriblerns—
" But, Oh ye Lord of La3ics intellectual
not hen-pecked-you.all ?"
Inform us truly, have they
Then, that horribly greasy, unctuous Rev. Mr.
Slope ! Together with all those other reverends,
very reverends, and right reverends thronging
Mr. Trollope's cParicrl novels with black coats as
thickly as the red coated gentry crowd the
the military fictions of Mr. LeNer ! 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
patasus of Mercury, Having read it from month
to month as it appeared originally in the pages of
the gold-coloured Cornhie/, we hail its appearance
nor collectively in these two large-sized handsome
volumes as that of a well.known favourite—" The
Small House at Allington 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—but by the author himself !
Is it not so? Answer this, anyone, who has read
"The Small House at Allingtou " Has not Mr.
Trollop° 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 Crosbie to wit !
Yet, perhaps, of these two lovers of Lily Dale—
detestable the- ugh 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 Eames it is who
saves that good netured, 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
I Gaastwick ! 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 hobbedehoy ! We
hardly know where we like him the least—when
at
his beet, 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 olostintolerable of all, however, we
ought surely to describe him as—where he is shown
to us as one of the household in lqrs.Roper's Burton-
crescent Establishment—as the friend of that horrid
Joseph. Cram:lel!, as the betrothed for some time, and
eventually, toe, the jitter of Amelia Roper, as the as•
fiociate Q;c ttwe odious people, Mr. And Mraullexq

Altogether these lodging-house scenes at Mrs. '
Roper's are deeply to be regretted as flaws of a
most damaging and distorting description in what,
without them, much more nearly than it ever now
can hope to do, might have approached the character
of an entire and perfect chrysolite among our later
gems of imaginative literature. Toe love story
of Lily's elder sister, Bell, and Dr, Crofts, the local
practitioner, must be pronounced, we are afraid,
rather slow I Adolphus Crosbie, it is satisfactory
to know, attains a full (to overflowing) measure of
punishment, in winning the hand of the Lady
Alesandrina—she whose father, by the way, though
owner of Courcy Castle, as Earl de Courcy is

(though an Thrl) an unconEclonable (there's no
other word for it) blackguard. There is a good deal
of fun of a quiet kind about one Sir lt,,ffis Buffic—
ironically spoken of as Old Hu 1: -3 Sctfli.;—down at
Johnny E-IME,S7 office. There is abundance alto of a
more quiet even, as one may say, stet sly drollery in
all thaOs said about the seeming approach too liaison
between Mr. Plantagenet Palliser and the Lady
Griselda Dumbello, daughter, it will be remembered,
of that—as already intimated—prime favourite of
oars, among all Mr. Anthony Trollope's characters,
the delightful Archdeacon 1 Excellent, moreover, as
studies of character, are the limnings, here, 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 ! Happiest and best among all
the minor humorous delineations being that of
the character of good natured grumpy old Hopkins,
the Squire 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 Royal
Academicians,

The Guardian Angel. By the author of "A Trap
to Catch a Sunbeam.' Two Vols. Hurst 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 aro 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 E►phick, 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 side 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 Lot without her troubles; the secret
of happiness being (as Mark Tapley so earnestly
explained a nd 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 makes 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 theTyrrei 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
ne bas partaieu. Dora artifice le tut, touch akin to
treachery to have our sympathy, but saving in this
one incident the conduct eled 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-in-
law, Edith. Arthur Rivers is certainly a paragon
of husbands, but his conduct to hie 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-

fogs. 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 embellish the little
volume, and the letterpress descriptions are very
comprehensive and interesting, enlivened as much
as possible by incidents and anecdotes.

Our Common Insects. First Steps to Entomolo.
By Mrs. E. W. Cos. Oue Vol., pp. 12U. Robert

Hoirdwicke.

" 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 dolce far nie7zte
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 wo.se.e 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 Tolumetts a complete resume
of the ways and wonders of this too much despised
Lilliputian world. As an example of the lively
style 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 suifered as much from
neglect and derision as Entomology has done. Does the
minuteness of its objects give rise to this isliustice ? If so,
we might as well assign to the physiologist (Ncho carries on
his microscopic studies among infinitesimal morscules) a
position in the scientific world inferior to his whose interest
is confined to exhuming 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
wore than counterbalance the many evils of which they
are the cause. Finally, when wo remember the impor-
tant place in our universe assigned by the Almighty
Creator to these minute beings, let us inquire whether sve
aro justified in treating them with neglect and indifference.
The conclusion, doubtless, to which every thoughtful mind
will arrive is, 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 i
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 tnemselves, 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 b,s eauti-
fully exemplified than in the formation of the fly
which naturalists, after a series of researches, have found to
consist ct two or three membraneous suckers, convex above
hencstp, coulitrllCtO to OVA atmospheric pres-

sure upon the exterior surface, which enables this insect to
walk against gravity with the back downwards upon ceilings,
and also to climb up smooth surfaces—feats which
our little fly's great enemy, the spider, is unable to accom-
plish. Sufficient numbers of house-flies, however, are
captured during their airy excursions by being enangled
in the cunning traps laid for them by their stealthy fce .
Much as we are annoyed in England during certain seasons
by house-flies—when we consider what a pest they are in
many foreign countries, especially in Spain and the South
of France, we have reasons to be thankful for the comp'
rativa immunity we enjoy from this insect's irritating'
persecutions. In writing of Languedoc and some part of
Spain, Mr Spence says, " If I farmed these countries 1
think I should manure four or five acres every year with
dead flies ;" and in the olive districts in France the inha-
bitants are obliged at every meal to keep a person ex'
pressly for the purpose of driving away these tiey tor-
mentors.

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HER MAJESTY,

OSBOItNE, July 21.
The Qaeen drove yesterday in the grounds, both
in the morning and afternoon, accompanied by
Princess Louis of Hesse and the Princess Louise.
Prince Louis of Hesse, attended by Captain Von
Westerweller, 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.
Tne Duke of Argyll arrived and had the honour
of dining with her Majesty, Prince and PrincQ
Leiningen also dined at Osborne.
Her Royal Highness Princess Helena continues
to improve in every respect. The rush has entirely
disappeared.