The Sun.
London, England, 1852-05-06 00:00:00

T !! E SUN,

Dick Swivelle-. His roarirg voicy, his intense
superlatives, boisterous laughter, his - grey
hairs, his young heart, his 'good hnoncur, and
his canary, all -win upon -one - immediately. _
tFrrible dragonnesz of a Mrs..Padiggle (with her five
in spite. pf ourselves, into a visit to
restrained boys) is introduced in hkJ manner, and
swe:eps us away
the,bovel of an abandoned bricktnakQr. Adn. and
Either are of the party who tire thus characteriatically
addressed by the lord and master of the hovel, tho
brick maker :

wants a end of these liberties took with my place.
I wants a ead of being thawed like a badger. Now
you're a going to poll-pry and question according to
cestom—l know what yeu're a going to be up to. Well!
You haven't got no occasion to be up to it. I'd rave
you the trouble. my daughter a wathin? Yes, she
is a washin. fit the water. Scaell it! That's nut
we drinks. How do you lik it, and what do
you think of gin, instead! An't my place ?
Ye's, it is dirty-4's DaCrally !Arty, and
natvrally onwholcume; and , we've had five dirt)
and onr.le,lci.ortre children, as is all dead in-
fants, and so much better for them, and for us ha-
sides. Have I read the little book wut you left? N.
I at. read the little b,,ek wet you left.
There an% no
body here as knows h rw to read it; and if there won, it
would'nt be suitable to me. L'a a but k fit tor a b3bhy,
and I'm not a vir
-If you us to leave MC a doll, I,
s!-tould'nt nius it. How
havej been conducting of
self? Why, been drtiiik for three-day el and I'd a
been drunk four, if I'd a had the mon-y. Don't I never
mean for to go to church? No, I don't never mean for
to go to church. I shouldn't be c xpeated there,
the. beadie's too ger.-teel for me. And bow did.aiy wife
get that black ? Why, I giv'- it her; and .if she
says I did'nt, she's a Lb !" if I did;
Before Ala and Esther leave the room, but after
Perdiggle and her children have departed,
the
poor child, in the arms of the :brickmaker's wife, dies.
" 0 Esther I' cried Ada, sinking on her knees beside.
it. `Look here! 0 Esther, my love, the little thing!
The' stiff-ring, quiet, pretty little thing! lam so sorry
for it. lam so sorry for the mother. I never saw a
sight so pitiful as this before! 0 baby,.baby! "
While they are still there, a poor_ women, calling out
"Jenny I Jenn.y.!" hurries in and falls upon the
neck of the bereaved mother.
" She had no kind of grace about her, but the grate
of sympathy; but when she condoled with the wo-
man, and her own -tears .fell, she wanted no beauty.
I say condoled, but her only words were ' Jenny !
Jenny 1' All the rest was in the tone -in which she said
them. -

"I thought it very touching to see these two women,
coarse and shabby and beaten, so united; to see whet
they could be to one another; to see how they felt for
one another; how the heart-of each to e,ch was soft-
etted ny the bard, trials or 'their lives. -I think the best
side of such people is almost hidden from us What the
poor are to the poor is little known, exeepting,to them-
selvf.s and God."

Our friend Ebrold Skimpole appears for a moment
in this number, but in that moment utters thoughts
anent the Bee that we should have liked to have re-
ferred to the consideration of Dr. Watts. It is at
breakfast, and he is eating honey when he thus dis-
courses :

" jHe had no objection to honey, he said (and I should
think he had not, for he seemed to like it), but he pro•
tested against the overweening assumptions of Bees.
He didn't at all see why the busy Bee snould be proposed
as a model to him; he supposed the Bee liked to make
honey, or he wouldn't do it—nobody ri,ked him. It was
not necessary for the Bee to make such a merit of his
tastes. If every confectioner went buzzing about the
world, banging against everything that came in his
way, and egotistically calling upon everybody to take
notice that be was 'going to his work acd must not be
interrupt-d, the world would be quite an insupportable ,
place. Teen, after all, it was a ridiculous position to be
smoked out of your fortune with brimstone, as a :on as
you had made it. You would have .a very mean opinion
of a Manchester man, if he spuu _ cotton for no other
purpose. He must say be thought a Dione the embodi-
ment of a pleasanter and wiser idea. The Drone said,
unaffectedly, 41'AI will excuse me; I really cannot at-
tend to the shop! I find myself in a world in which
there is so much to see, and so short a time to see it in,
that 1 must take the liberty or looking about me, and
begging to be provided for by somebody who doesn't
want to look about him.' This appeared to Mr. Skim-
pole to be'the Drone philosophy, and he thought it a
very good philosophy---alwaye 'supposing the Drone to
be willing to be ou good terms with the 13cc; *high, so
far as he knew, the ea'sy• fellow -always was, if the con-
sequential.creeture would only let him, and net be so
conceited about his honey." •
By the way- Rither obtains some delightful nick=
names, such as
_Old Woman, Cobweb, Mother Hub-
bard, and Dame Durden. And, by the way, again,
this same Dame Darden has a love passage in the
ninth Chapter—Mr. Guppy formally filing a declare-
tion, or'in other words popping the, question. The
scene is described with infinite humour. After Guppy
has departed, Of-course rejected Esther :
I sat there ,tor another hour or more, finishing my
books and pa 3, Merits, and getting through plenty of bu-
siness. Then, I arranged my desk, and put everything.
away, and was so composed and cheerful that I thought.
I had quite dismissed this unexp,cted incident. But,
when 1 went up-stairs to my room, I surprised myself by
beginning to laugh about it, and then surprised myselt
still more by beginning to cry about it. In short, I was
in a flutter for a little while; and felt as if an old chord
had been more coarsely touched than it ever bad been
since the days of the dear old doll, long buried in the
garden."
file closing chapter of the number has reference to
Mr. Snagsbyt law stationer, of Cook's-court,
Cursitor-street, 'who is described as - emerging
from tea, " greasy, .warrit, herbacious, and chewing ;"
to Mrs. Snagiby;wife Of the aforesaid, whose sharp
nose is said to have beets " like a sharp autumn even-
ing, inclining to be frosty
-towards the end," to Guster
(°. by some supposed to have been christened AU-
tttsta"), their poor slatternly servant girl, who "has
fits," sad. who regards with such admiration " the little
drawing-room up.stairs always kept, as one may say,'
with its hairdo papers and its pinnafore on." Besides
these, we are introduced again. to Mr. Tulkinghorn,
the solicitor ef'Lincoln's Inn-fields, whom we accom-
pany to Krook's rag and bottle shop-, and up to the
mysterious second-floor lodger, " The Lew Writer,"
strongly suspected by us and by others, we opine, to
be one of the family of the Jarndyces. So ends the
number on the threshold of his apartment.