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

TILE SUN

Dick Swiveller. His roaring voice, his intense
superlatives, his boisterous laughter, his grey
hairs, his youtig heart, his good humour, and
his canary, all —win upon one immediately. A
terrible dragonoess of a Mrs. Psrdiggle (with her five,
restrained boys) is introduced in like manner, and
sweeps us away in spite of ourselves, into a visit to
the hovel of an Aband on ed brickmaker. Ada and
Either are of the party who are thus characteristically
addret.ksed by the lord and master of the hovel, 4- the
brickmaker - -

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- "1 wants a end of these liberties took with my place;
I wants a end of being drawed like. a badger. ,-Now
you're a going to. poll-pry and question according-6
custom—l know what you're a going to be up to. Well!
You haven't got no ecea..ion to be up to it. save
you the trouble. Li my daughter a washin? Yes, she
is a washin. Look at the water. - Smell it! That's wot
we drinks. How do you •hke it, . and what do
you think of gin, instead! An't my place dirt)?
YEA, it is dirty—it's nat'rally - dirty, and. it's
nat'rally onwholescme; aid We've had five' dirty-
and ouwnulesome children, 53 is all decd in
fonts, and so much the bettur for them, end fur us bel
sides. Have I read the little book wct you left?.
'No',
I an't read the little book wut you left. There ati!t no,
body here as knows how to read it; and if there w'6,9, it.'
woulo'ot be suitable to me. It's a book fit for a bsbby,
and I'm not a bahby. If you woos to leave me. 4 dolt, .1
should'nt nuns it. How have I been conducting of 'my'
-self? Why, I've been drunk for three days;: and I'd'a.
been drunk tour, if I'd a had the money. Don't I never
meau for to go to church? No, I 'don't Dover wean for
tngo to church. I shouldrit be expected thre, if I.did;
the beadle's too gee.-teel for me. And how,clid my wife
Rot that black ey, ? Why,, I giv' it her; and if she.
says I did'nt, she's a Lie!" -
Before Ada and Esther leave- the room, but after
Mrs. Pardiggle and her children have departed, the'
poor child, in the arms of the brickmaker's wife, dies:
" Esther!' cried Ada, sinking on her knees beside
it. Look here! 0 Esther, my love, the little thing!
The sufVring, quiet, pretty little thing! lam so sorry
for it. lam so sorry for the mother. I never saw a
sight so pitiful as this bf-fore I 0 baby, baby.!!"'
While they are still there, a poor woman, calling out
"Jenny ! Jenny !" hurries in and falls upon the
neck of the bereaved mother.
" She lied no kind of grace about her, but the grace
of sympathy; but when she condoled with the wo-
man, and her own tears fell, she vranted no b?euty.
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 sh,bby and beaten, so united; to see What
they could be to one another; to see how they felt 'for
one another; bow the heart of each to each Was soft-
ened by the bard trials of 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, excepting to them-
.elves and God."

Our friend Ilarold Skimpole appears for a moment
in this number, but in that moment utters thoughts
anent the Bel, 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 :

" He 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 should be proposed
as a model to him; be supposed the Bee liked to make
honey, or he wouldn!ttio it—nobody asked him. It was
not necessary for the Bee to make such a merit of hia
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 ho was going to his work and must not be
interrupt, d, the world would be quite an insupportable
place. Teen, after .11, it was a ridiculous position, to bS
smoked out of your fortune with brimstone, ao sson as
you bad made it. You would have a very mean opinion
of a Manchester man, if he spun cotton fur no other
purpose. He must say he thought a Drone the embodi-
ment of a pleasanter and wiser idea. The Drone said,
unaffectedly, ' Ysu will excuse me; I really cannot at-
tead to the.shopl I find myself in a world in which
there is so much to see, and so short a time to see it in,
That I must take the liberty of looking about me, and
begging to, be, trovided for by somebody who. doesn't,
want. to look about lane.' This appeared to Mr. Skim-
pole to be the Drone philosophy, and he thought -it. a
very good philosopny—always supposing the Drone to.
be willing to be on good terms with the Bee: which, so:
far as he, knew, the easy fellow always was, if the con-.
sequential creature would only let him, and not be so
couceited about his honey." .
.By the way Esther obtains some delightful .nick-
'names, .snoli 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-
tiou, or in Other words "popping the question: The
scene is described with infinite hutiidur., After Guppy,
has depatted, of course rejected—, .saith Esther ;
I sat. there for another hour or rciore, finishing my
books and paynients, andgeiting.through Plenty 01,4 -
siness. Then, I. arranged my desk, and put everything,
away, and was so compoEed and cheerful that I thotight,
I had quite dismissed this unexpected incident. But,
when 1 went up-stairs to my room, I surprised tcyself by
beginning to laugh übsut it, and then surprised myself
still more by beginning to cry about it. In short, I was
in a flatter for a little while; and felt us if an old &acid
had been more coarsely touched than it ever had been
sines the days of the dear old doll, long buried in the
garden."
l'he closing chapter of the number has reference to
Soagsby, Jew stationer, of Cook's-court,
Cursitor-street, who is 'described as emerging
from tea, " greasys.warm, herbaciousond chewing;
to Mrs..Sn.egsay, wife of the aforesaid,- whose sharp'
nose is 'ssid to laaVe'been " like a sharp autumn even
ing, inclining tohe frosty towards the ehd," to Glister'
('. by some supposed to have been christened Ku-
guSta"); their poor slatternly servant girl, who ".has'
fits," -and. who regards with such laduairation " the little'
drawing-room up stairs always kept, as one may sayi;
with its'hair
rinpapersand its pinnafore on." Besides
these, we -are introduced again to Mr. Tulkinghorne
the solicitor of Lincoln's Inn-fields, whom we accons--
pany to-Krook's rag and bottle shop, and up to the
mysterious second-floor lodger, " The Law Writere",
strongly suspected by ua and by others, we opine, to
be one of
,the,family of the Jarndyces. So ends,, the
number on the threshold of his apartment. •

EINE ARTS. • .
THE HOLY FAMILY. Painted by Murillo

• engraved by Bridoux. 11.11.Lectn.
A. superb line engraving of this celebrated master
piece has very, recently, been issued from the'esta..
blishment of Mr. Thomas APL?an of the HAyriaarket:
Of late'years the graver has been so genetrilly super-,
seded by the mezz ,tioto-rubber, and the 'etehing-
nee'dle, that We'regard With very peculiar satisfaction
its employment in the highest. department -
of
whit 'may be - called in a- twrotold - aeuse
the "imitative art" par excellence. More:partiqatl:
larly :are we rejoiced to witness the appr-orarute.,of
line.engraving with anything like superior preten.-
siona about it, when the artist has selected fee,
representation some more than uqualli
original. Precisely thus is it witb reference to' the'
magnificent production before Us, in which the'mas-
ter•skill of A: Bridoux hai admirably ititerpreted-the,
Master-genius of Murillo. It is now many years'
-ince the " Holy Family," painted by Murillo some-
where about 16&l (namely, in -the forty-seventh
year of his- egrei and twenty-five years hafore bia
demise), came to be regarded as amongst the noblest
evidences of bis-,powers by the people of, this country.
Produced originally at Cadiz for the Marquis of
Pedroso, the picture was valued accordi to •Ceari
aqintidez at 800 pesos of 15 reals or 600 crowns-0
being ultimately bought for the 'English
nation in 1837, together with Rubens!
" Brazen Serpent," for the sum of .70-350/..,
and deposited in the National Gallery by order of the;
Government. Every one who has visited' that Maim,
.oholy repository, of the artistic treasures 'of pt-04!
Britain must have paused before that, if_ before no,
other picture in the collection, in admiration...lt is
numbered, indeed, with the masterpieces, of the'
whole gallery, with the "St. John," also by Mu-
rillo,
Leonardo
ooGn, t
uhawrei
ddi tooEh, the " Ecee Homo" and the " Mercury
ateaching Cdinwdapariitlrdha,;ntcaotafeaCaiont,hrdcreeggio," with the "Susantaah
hw'r\Latthotitanhnded •,th,hinse
aDDisoianaugtgarahotfe”Lrsaoi'.r.'
zarus" of Sebastian del Piombo. To expatiate ow',
:he more conspicuous beauties ot " Holy Family".
of Murillo—theycfeelkatsutiraal -countenance of -the Divine',
the ssearnedne m
Child, the lovely
anadtermneadlitteantidvearnasespsecotf::
he Blessed Virgin,
exquisite colouring, the'
of St. Joseph—the
matchless grouping,
and all the. other glorious
esviteionnotiwtonofldplbaecewhoerrsee,thbaanttah
the pathos;
pectiliarities of
the, solemnity;
that erfluous, and
a
1,7 e are en-;.
Bildransferred
ebbed to remark that they are au of
twheoulelanibPe°
to the engraving by the skilful hand'of
with one exception, of course—that of colourin" 4%110
plate, which is 23 inches high by 20f• wide, doe
signal hofiotir to Mr.l3ridoux, while no inconsiderable
portion of_ credit will be reflected upon the establist,4
ment bf Mr. M‘Lean by the issue of every successive
ig I impression.
•

. . . .
packet, Captain
--PLYMOUTH, WED;,
wick steam.
NESDAY, MAY 5.
t Thursday, ssw the Penim-
hich left this port last Elarvey, w
SouTHAMPTON
12),.:A
S I Capt Brooke=i,
solar and' Oriental Company's steamer a tan'
•
- LBYriMm°Bl.l".
—say, live or six miles an hoar—bound
Docks the slay
the 'Mediterranean. She left Southampton
ished about twenty-
in the Needles Passage, in a thick fog,- gwoiituhg.tahtehmalfaislspefeodr
she sailed ,
before at 2 so r.m., and had thus accom
six miles in sixteen hours. Had
threading the
trance to the Bay of Biscay, while she was t.
sho'would have crowed the Channel and have made the en-
s tuad-the
difficult navigation of the Southampton 'water.
from Plytnouth k
Needles Passage. On Sunday morning, the 2d tustant, a t
half-past ten o'clock,. the' Peninsular and Oriental Company's
steamer Madrid,, Captain Weeks, from Spain, was seen. by a
fisherrean -to the southward of the Eddystone, within two
hours' ssil of Plymouth. 'She arrived at Southampton., on
Monday night, and her mails reached London on Tuesdayforenoon. Had the Madrid come into PIN-rneuth, her Ittters
. would have reached the metropolis on, ilondav-'-inore than
twenty-fwr ilogre..earlier than by the ceuree'athipted: