The Sun.
London, England, 1863-10-08 00:00:00

burning words angry,and bellicose memories. This has
been his life's labour. He has been a successful leader of
Opposition. He has held his own against all comers. Only
last year, last month, last week, ho was the Lord J. Russell
of old--active, petulant, scornful, careless of other people's
feelings, quick in quarrel, not nice in speech. We do not
recall all this to find fault with it, but only to remark it.
Nor are we forgetful of those cases of penitence which are
most dear to heaven; chief of sinners aro always the most
engaging of saints. But there are scoffers who think that
lassitude has often as much to do with a new life as com-
punction, The coquette, French cynics say, deepens by a
natural law into the olevote; and inability often takes credit
for unwillingness to sin. The tiger, when his teeth are
worn down and his claws blunt, is a very inoffensive ani-
mal—and respectablity is rather the rule than otherwise
with impotent sinners. There is no reason so powerful as
70 odd years for taking the devil out of a man; and sowing
wild oats is often a matter of necessity rather than choice
when the burden of age is conveniently pressing. The,
world gets sceptical about these death••bed aspirations of
statesmen. It is a trick they all affect. The Man of
December has his Life of Ccesar on the anvil. How can a
gentleman addicted to literary pursuits, and immersed.
in his studies, be thought guilty of treason against the
liberties of his subjects and the intellect of his country?
The tyrant who in his old age taught a school con-
doned, at least in his own estimation, an iron rule by
closing his career in an honourable pursuit. Even Mr.
Abraham Lincoln finds it convenient to put forth a mild
criticism on Hamlet, not without a political purpose, and to
show that his inmost heart sighs for the luxury of repose.
Perhaps Earl Russell is visited with the same amiable feel-
ings. Like the hunted stag, he would fain return to the
quiet pastures of his youth. Perhaps he would recur to the
amenities of his early days, and in works of history or fiction
revive, or rather excel, those literary memories which the
world has not unwillingly let die. The jaded epicure often
sighs for the plain meats of his youth, especially when the
terrors of gout and dyspepsia are upon him. Champagne
and a chicken are but simple diet for the tired reveller ; and
there is small merit in the choice if it is ordered by a phy-
sician. Some people will suspect that something of this
sort is at the bottom of Earl Russell's newly developed love
of peace and quietness. Many moral virtues depend on the
state of the stomach, Indigestion makes some people
irascible and querulous ; others it simply prostrates and
takes the shine and go out of them. Can it be so with Earl
Russell? Are we to attribute his new and languid look to
loss of powers or impaired digestion ? Who knows but ho
may be suffering from a lack, as he sometimes perhaps has
suffered from an excess, of the biliary secretions ? It is a
terrible thing to reflect that upon a single dose of blue-pill
may depend the peace of Europe, and that next Monday
morning Earl Russell may rise a healthier, and therefore
not so pacific a man.
There is, however, one little matter on which;perhaps,all
the world is not at one with Earl Russell. It is said of the
late Dr.Parr,that when on some occasion a young Cambridge
man was pertly declaiming in the good man's presence on the
low estate of classical scholarship,and delivered himself of the
observation--" We are not the Greek scholars that our fathers
were, Dr. Parr"—the indignant and lisping Aristarchus re-
plied, "Mind your pronounths, young man I mind your
pronounths I" So perhaps we should say to Earl Russell
—Mind your pronouns, my Lord. The desire to rest and
be thankful may be very natural to a veteran statesman who
has passed so many measures, and provided for so ample a
following of cousinry and Whiggery. But we are not all
of the house of Russell. As we have not all so much to be
thankful for, we are hardly yet fatigued with the triumphs
and successes which we owe to the present Ministry. They
have shown enormous powers of sleeping; Sir G. Grey, re-
cently touching on the same theme, announced that the
whole Cabinet were fully resolved to do nothing as long and
as drowsily as they could. What may be the earl's feelings is
not necessarily " the feeling of the country." Ministers may
willingly repose on beds of asphodel and moly, and sing a
low croning song of the past miseries of strife. But we are
not all of us these mild-eyed lotus-eaters, We are
hardly content that our rulers should so openly proclaim
that they are going to dwell in the Castle of Indolence, and
to shut us all up in that pleasant land of Drowsihead. If
we are all going to sleep, there are our neighbours who aro
peculiarly wide awake. Even a giant may be caught nap-
ping, and, though Jack has called for his nightcap, it does
not follow that all Europe will follow our example. Sleep,
however, may be feigned. Like other politic persons, Earl
Russell may say, Non omnibus dormio. He has talked about
finality before, but nature was too strong for him ; and he
was always tinkering and hammering at some reform or
other. Ho talks of napping, but he means to sleep with at
least one eye open. He may find it convenient to talk about
folding his hands, bat, after all, his is not the sluggard's na-
ture ; or, if it is, it may be that a very rude reveille attends
him.

COUNTRY MARKETS.

..._.. v.,_.

NEWARK-WEDNESDAY.

A fair supply of wheat at our market to-day, the samples
were irregular, and the demand was quiet at the prices of
last week.
White wheat new, 41s to 45s 1 Barley,-grinding.. 29s to 31s
Red do. 3Bs to 42s Oats, old, .. 23s to 31s
Old white 42s to 46s New do 22s to 24s
Red do.. 40s to 44s f Beans.. 38s to 41a
Barley, malting.... 36s to 46s 1 Beans, new —s to —s