The Sun.
London, England, 1837-03-21 00:00:00

THE FUNDS.-(THIS DAY.)

CITY, TWELVE O'CLOCK.
We continue in the City in the same excitement as prevailed
yesterday, in respect to the retreat of General Evans to St.
Sebastian, owing to no further information being received from
France on the subject. The prevailing opinion is that Gene-
ral Saarsfield having been defeated by Don Sebastian, and
obliged to retreat to Pampeluna, as well as Espartero not
having advanced, General Evans, on hearing that he could not
obtain any assistance from either of these Generals, thought it
prudent to fall back on his strong hold, and in his retreat ex-
perienced a heavy loss.
To-morrow there is every expectation of receiving more
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detailed information on this subject. There are two points n
the telegraphic dispatch which rather surprise the public—.
first, no date when the retreat of Evans took place, or the
time when Don Sebastian came up to the relief of Eraani with
eight battalions; likewise, the dispatch which was published
on Saturday afternoon at Paris was known at eight o'clock
the same evening in London.

THE FUNDS.
Consols, which closed yesterday heavy for the first transfer,
at 89j- 90* for the Account, and 891 90 for Money, opened
at 90. lachequer Bills, 24 26 prem. ; India Bonds, 23 25
prem.; Bank Stock, shut.
In the Foreign Market Spanish Active continue to recede,
closed at 221 to 23, at present may be quoted at 22i ; Portu-
guese, 4Th ; Three per Cents., 30. k.
We have an Overland dispatch from India, of the date of the
sth of January. It states that the dispute with the Hong
merchants still continues. .

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Fear_ is entertained that on the news of Evans's retreat
being received at Madrid disturbances will take place.
HALF-PAST ONE O'CLOCK.

We do not hear as yet of any further accounts being re-
ceived respecting the retreat of General Evans, which are
most anxiously sought after ; particularly to ascertain the loss
he has experienced. The impression is, that the telegraphic
despatch is exaggerated, and the disaster will not be of the
magnitude anticipated.
Consols, which were in the morning 891 90 for the Account,
may be quoted at present 90 to 90ii ; for Money, 891 1.
Exchequer Bills, 25 28 prem. ; India Bonds, 23 26 prem.
In the Foreign Market, Spanish Actives very heavy—have
been done at 211—some which may be quoted 21* ; Passive,
; Deferred, 81; Portuguese, 47 ; Three per Cents., 301.
THREE 0' CL 0 CK.
Consols for th• Account, 90 to 901.

A manufacturer at Portland has lately succeeded in
making good hats from India rubber. They are very light,
weighing on an average about four ounces, and are so elastic
that they may be folded like a handkerchief, may be crushed
into any shape, and will immediately return to their original
form, without being injured in the smallest degree.
The first client whom Sir Walter Scott had at the
bar, was a veteran poacher and sheep-stealer, who, by the ex-
ercise of much ingenuity, he contrived to get off. " You're
a lucky scoundrel," whispered Scott to his client when the
verdict was pronounced. " I'm just o'your mind," quoth the
latter, " and I'll send you a maukin the morn, man."
Some months since a meeting of the iron trade was
held at Gloucester for the purpose of coming to a resolution of
diminishing the make of iron one-fifth, until the 31st of this
month, in the hope that such a measure would revive the trade.
Such, however, not being the case, another meeting of the
iron masters was hell on the 11th inst. in London, Alderman
Thompson, M. P., in the chair, when it was determined that
the diminished make of iron should be continued until the 30th
of June. In consequence of the present depression experienced
in the iron trade, there is good reason to apprehend that a re-
duction in the wages generally in the ironworks must take
place. The price of merchant bar iron in Wales is now about
91.—South IVales Register.
We learn from Mr. Lockhart': memoirs of his
father-in-law, Sir Walter Scott, that the first fee of any con-
sequence which he obtained at the bar, was expended on a
silver taper stand for his mother, which the old lady used to
point to with great satisfaction as it stood on her chimney-piece
five-and-twenty years afterwards.
The following fine reflection is from the life of Lord
Herbert, of Cherbury :—" Everybody loves the virtuous,
whereas the vicious do scarcely love one another." Upon the
same subject, an Arab happily observed, that he learned virtue
from the bad, for their wickedness inspired him with distaste
to vice.—Mirror.
On Thursday morning, a steady and industrious
tradesman of Maidstone, named Kemp (who was on Tuesday
married to Mrs. Henry, of Week-street), arose, left his house
in his slippers, leaving his watch, money, and keys on the table
of his room, and has not since been heard of, although every
means have been used to discover him.—Kentish Chronicle.
EXTRAORDINARY FEMALE.—OiI the 7th inst.
died, at the house of Mr. W. Ogden, the Park and Vine
Inn, Royton, where she was exhibited as a show, Sarah Ann
Savage, aged 17 years. At the time of her decease she was
one yard two and a half inches in height, and weighed up-
wards of two hundred weight. Until the third year of her
age she could neither walk nor speak ; after that age she
began to feed rapidly, and gradually acquired the common
human faculties. She had been at Mr. Ogden's a few days
only, and was accompanied by her grandmother and aunt.
Her death was sudden and unexpected ; she turned to her
grandmother in bed, kissed her cheek affectionately, and
quietly expired.
The Tory candidate started in Lady Warwick's in-
terest for that town is Mr. Sergeant Adams, Chairman of the
Middlesex Magistrates, and brother of the present High
Sheriff of Warwickshire ; his opponent on the Reform interest
is Mr. Wm. Collins, ex-Mayor of the town.
On Sunday morning, about three o'clock, a police
constable named Baker, of the K division, No. 81, was going
round his beat in Harrow-street, Ratcliff, near the small
bridge over the lock of the Regent's Canal Dock, when he
was pounced upon by six men, three of whom appeared to be
seamen, and the others bargemen, who lifted him off his feet,
and, using some threats, carried him across the bridge as far
as Kidney-stairs, Limehouse, where (despite of his struggles
and cries for help) they threw him into the river and ran away.
The tide was going down, and about a quarter ebb, conse-
quently the water was rather deep at the spot, and he had
great difficulty in saving himself, and he could make no one
hear. He managed to reach the shore in a state of great ex-
haustion, and proceeded towards the station-house. In his
way there he was met by Police Sergeant Parker, No. 10 K,
to whore he related the manner in which he had been used,
and gave a description of the men who had committed the out-
rage. A search was made after them, but they could not be
found. The policeman's hat was picked up in the Regent's
Canal Lock, and he says the men actually made an attempt to
throw him into the Lock, from which he could not have got
out alive, and that in the struggle his hat fell off. An inquiry
making into the circumstances of the outrage. Baker was
so rn,:,:ch injured by his submersion in the river, that he has not
been ablo go on duty since.

TIOTISE OF LORDS.-(THIS DAY.)

E4l:4i; Vi itiiiiitst:

The arguments in this part-heitrd vtere- resumed
to-day by
Mr. O'CoNNELL, on behalf of the respondent, contend-
ing that the decision of the late Lord Chancellor of Ire-
land, Sir Edward Sugden, was correct.
Mr. KRlOttl followed on the gime side, and had not con-
cluded when we left. - •
The Lords present were the Lard Chancellor, Lord
Brougham, tOrd Plunket, and Lord Sondes.

FIRE AT MR. SPOTTISWOOteti=r-ATIIiS morning,
about twenty minutes before nine o'clock, a most gerious fire
broke out in the new printing house of the King's Printer, si-
tuate in New-street-square, Fleet-street. It is o great extent,
having recently been enlarged, and was still in course of further
additions, for the purpose of being appropriated as a distinct
office and warehouse for the printing not connected with the
Government Departments. The house belonging to Mr.
Spottiswoode, called the King's printing house, is quite a de-
tached building in Stone-cutter-street, and no injury, it is ne-
cessary to state (to prevent a mistake already widely spreading
by rumour), has been done to any of the Government printing
by this dreadful fire. It commenced in the svereroom on the
ground. The room was stored as full as it could hold with
reams of newly printed works yct in sheets. How the fire com-
menced is unknown, as the men had gone to breakfast. The
damage done in this room is immense. In the cellar under the
wareroom was a vast store of paper, which is now lying in a
depth of five feet of water. Within a very short time after the
outbreak of the fire, the engines of the Fire Establishmentskept
rapidly arriving from all parts of the metropolis ; water was
found in abundance, and by ten o'clock all further danger had
ceased. The damage done is believed to amount to many
thousands of pounds.
SCOTT'S BOYHOOD.—There was a boy in my class
at school, who stood always at the top, nor could I, with all
my efforts, supplant him. Day came after day, still he kept
his place do what I would, till at last I observed that when a
question was asked him he always fumbled with his fingers at
a particular button in the lower part of his waistcoat. To re-
move it, therefore, became expedient in my eyes, and in an
evil moment it was removed with a knife. Great was my
anxiety to know the success of my measure, and it succeeded
too well. When the boy was again questioned, his fingers
sought for the button, but it was not to be found. In his dis-
tress he looked down for it ; it was to be seen no more than
to be felt. He stood confounded, and I took possession of his
place; nor did he ever recover it, nor ever, I believe, suspect
who was the author of his wrong. Often, in after life, has
the sight of him smote me as I passed by him ; and often have
I resolved to make him some reparation, but it ended in good
resolutions.—Lockhart's Life of Scott.

COLONEL Ross AND THE BEAR.—It was in
the immediate vicinity of this station that Lieutenant Colonel
D. Ross, of the 18th regiment Madras Native Infantry, had a
memorable encounter with a bear. He was out florikin shoot-
ing, when Master Bruin met him face to face. He had not
time to raise his gun to his shoulder, but fired and missed.
He was forthwith seized by Bruin with the most friendly em-
brace. But the animal for once found his match. Ross was
a big man, of vast strength, and great courage, and he stoutly
grappled with his antagonist; the bear bit him severely through
both arms, but could not succeed at getting at his head. The
contest had now lasted some time Ross had been deserted at
the outset by all his people, and was almost overpowered with
pain and exhaustion from the loss of blood, when he per-
ceived that he was near the brink of the hill, and that below
him was a precipice of some depth. He succeeded in drag-
ging the bear along till he reached the edge, and then by a ju-
dicious sudden wrench shook off the animal, and threw him
over the precipice. The bear was not killed, but was so
shaken by the fall, that he skulked off, either unwilling or
unable to renew the encounter, and thus left the Colonel
master of the field. Ross was dreadfully injured, and for
some time it was thought he could not survive; a lock-jaw
being especially apprehended, from the great variety and depth
of his wounds ; but his strong constitution carried him through,
and the fine, gallant Highlander eventually recovered, to drink
• another bottle' in memory of that wonderful conflict. Few
men have ever survived to tell a tale so strange and yet so true.
—East India Magazine.
CAPTAIN JOHNSTONE AND CAPTAIN ROCK.—
Of the former Captain, a highly distinguished but eccentric
officer of the Rifles, the following amusing anecdote is told in
the United Service Journal :—" He used all anecdotes (of a
ludicrous national character) with an unsparing hand in good-
natured argument against the native officers ; but after a while,
when Captain Rock's war in the south of Ireland (1822)
called him to the scene of action, his loud-tongued battery,
unhappily for that part of the world, got but too well supplied
with more solid shot; for a country in such a state of demora-
lization as it then was it is scarcely possible to conceive. John-
stone had been ordered with his company to occupy the little
town of Ballingarry ; he travelled in a gig at the head of his
men, with his sword carelessly stuck in the splash-board.
When he arrived within half a mile of his destination he had
got a little ahead, and just out of sight of the soldiers, when
a regular broth of a boy,' walking alongside of him, pro-
tested that he ' was mighty glad to see such a gentleman
coming to take care of us in these troublesome times,' and
adding, I persaive your honour's armed,' he seized the handle
of the sword, which lay so invitingly within his reach, drew
it from the scabbard, bounded over the ditch, and went across
the fields like a hare t It was a hopeless case, for to follow
the sword was to leave his horse and gig to take a gallop also
without leave (as there were several peasants near who were
watching his motions), so that he was obliged to submit to the
joke with the best grace he could ; and as a proof that it re-
quired some moral courage to enable him to do so with any
grace at all, I may mention, that in dining with his old compa-
nions in arms, the 43d, a few days after, the cloth was no
sooner removed than the band was beard approaching playing
the Dead March in Saul ; they presently entered the mess-
room, and marched round the table—the chief mourner in the
solemn procession was Johnstone's empty scabbard covered
with crape t Had the same accident happened to any one
else it would probably have passed unnoticed ; but to him, of
all men in the world, whose vigilant and punctilious observ-
ance of every military duty was proverbial, to be robbed at
the head of his company, by a species of animal which he
had long been in the habit of speaking of with the most
sovereign contempt, was held too rich a joke to be suffered
to die 1"

MARRIAGE OF A TUNISIAN PRINCESS.—The
wedding was interesting. The ceremonies were performed in
a beautiful marble court of the harem, over which was spread
a magnificent scarlet awning. At the door of every room were
placed wax candles of a foot in diameter, arid painted with red
and green winding stripes. Over the fountain burned hundreds
of variegated lamps, and the whole scene re-called the " Ara-
bian Tales." To the sound of music, the bride, seated upon
a cushion of gold brocade, was brought in by her brothers,
and placed on an old-fashioned very costly arm-chair, that
stood in the centre of the court. Her dress was extraordina-
rily magnificent and heavy ; the most remarkable parts being
a diadem loaded with jewels, splendid anklets, and dazzling
bracelets. Arms and feet were bare; the soles, and a small
portion of the sides of the latter, as well as the finger and
toe nails, were coloured of a reddish-brown with henna, and
eye-brows and eye-lashes were dyed black. She appeared
with closed eyes, which she was not allowed to open during
the whole day ; and the husband was not permitted to see
her for the first three days of their marriage. Beside her
stood two dancing girls, and before her a negress, with a
colossal lackered basin, in which were deposited the pre-
sents of gold, jewels, and other valuables offered to her,
whilst the nature of the gifts and the names of the givers were
rehearsed aloud. Every two hours the bride was carried to her
room upon the same cushion, new dressed, and brought back
to her armchair. During this whole day the poor soul must
not eat ; so that between fatigue, fasting, and the weight of
her dress and jewels, she was repeatedly near fainting, when
an old negress always put a pastile into her mouth, which evi-
dently strengthened her. Our repast, as before, consisted of
sweetmeats and pastry, and coffee, chocolate, lemonade, &c. ;
but the Bey himself was more conversable upon the present
occasion, playing the friendly host, often telling us the house
was ours, to use at pleasure. He himself took a candle to
show us the bridal couch of white satin, tastefully embroidered
with gold, and which, on account of its height, was to be
ascended by red satin steps. Suddenly the light he, held went
out, and we remained awhile in the dark ; this was esteemed
an evil omen. * * When the bridegroom is first admitted
to the bride's presence, the custom is, that she should kiss his
hand, and he place his foot upon hers, not as conjugal endear-
ments, but in token of the hthband's sovereignty. This Prin-
cess refused to conform to these customs, as unbecoming her
birth.—Prince Puckler Illushau in Africa.
IMPROVEMENT IN lIATS.—A new patent hat,
with a moveable crown, originally brought out in Paris, has
been adopted in Coventry. The rim is of the usual descrip-
tion, the crown also is attached to the rim in the usual way,
but it is capable of assuming two forms. When pushed out
or expanded it is precisely like the crown of an ordinary hat ;
but when not in use it can be contracted by peculiar mechan-
ism into a depth of one inch. This constitutes its peculiar ad-
vantage. In travelling it may be put into a trunk, and will
not occupy a greater space than a shirt ; and at a theatre, con-
cert, or assembly, the wearer may place it under his arm, or
even stow it between his coat and waistcoat, and pass through
the densest crowd without exposing it to the smallest injury.
The frequenters of balls and routes have long felt the want
of this sort of accommodation; for the flexible head-cover
called the claque cannot be worn in the street without at-
tracting a crowd. The crown is made very thin, and when
pushed out or expanded exhibits no crumples, but is in all
respects like the crown of an ordinary hat. Its interior
framework consists of two steel rings, connected by four slend-
er steel rods, which are jointed on one another like a St. An-
drew's Cross. One ring is attached to the rim, and encom-
passes the wearer's head ; the other is attached to the crown,
which it keeps distended like the end of a drum. When the
hat is in its fist or compressed state, a push of the fingers
makes the jointed rods open ; the crown instantly assumes its
full size ; and the hat is read) to receive the head. This is
done in one second, and occasions no trouble. The crown is
again brought down with the same case, by pulling, a paat of
the lining. A medal was awarded to the inventor by the
Feeney Society for the encouragement of national industry,
the report of whose Committee, now before us, speaks of the
invention in very high terms. Hat-making is so considerable
a branch of manufacture in Paris, that the number made an-
nually is estimated at three millions. The Committee observe
that the introduction of this species of hat will produce an•im-
mense saving in the expense of transport, since the space in
which 50 hats of the present form are packed will hold 600 of
the new description.—Scotsman.

LITERT USE,

PICCIOLA. 2 Vas.

Co!burn, London, 1837.
Had this tale been published as original, We sli°ul
nevertheless have set it down at once as a translatic
from the French. There is no mistaking the fictio!
of our enthusiastic neighbours. They are ever
extremes. If they have to deal with horrors, they h
variably overdo them, and compel us to " sup full"
them; if with sentiment, they run equally into extra
vaganee. They appear to have every literary requ
site but good taste. What but the utter absence 4
this sterling quality has prevented the novels
Pigault Le Brun—the Smollett of France—Viet
Hugo, and many others that we could mention, fr°
being naturalized among us ? In My Uncle Thull'a
the Barons of Feilshim, and Notre Dame, there
scenes of broad humour and deep tragic power, ono
passed even by our best English novelists ; still th
are so deformed by grossness and startling extravagant
that it is impossible they can ever become popular wt
the generality of our readers. The little work befe
us is fortunately free from these blemishes ; it is 111
ther coarse, sensual, nor extravagantly impassione
but, on the contrary, is a tale full of repose and refill
sentiment, though that sentiment is pushed to a deg'
bordering on the fantastic. When Wordsworth,
his most thoughtful and heartfelt manner said,
" To me the meanest flower that blows, can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears,"
he said all that could, with propriety, be urged
such a subject ; but the author of the " Piccioll
whOse whole tale, by the bye, is but an elaborate ee
mentary on these impressive lines, makes his flower
who is the heroine of the story—not only the means
furnishing his captive hero with food for various and p
found meditation, but absolutely his mistress, in the c(
templation of whose charms, he sets at nought for a ti
those of the daughter of his fellow, captive. In a vve
two flowers are before him, the literal and the metapl
rical one, and he has the bad taste to take the fora
to his heart I She is his first love, and not until 1
death, does he think it worth while to consider
claims of his second. Now this may be-sentiment, I
it is not nature—at least not such as we in Eng',
recognize. Had Baron Trenck, when in his dunge
had the opportunity of gazing on, and occasion'
conversing with, a pretty girl, sure we are, he we
not have conceived such a deep-rooted friendship
his spider. With the exception of this fantastic II
Picciola is a gracefully and feelingly written stc
The account of the strugglings of the little flower i
leaf, between the churlish stones of the prison e(
yard ; of the interest with which the captive Coon'
Charny watches its progress, sheltering it from
sudden storm and the impetuous rain ; of the cheer
manner in which it lightens his solitude bifurnisll
him with daily occupation ; of the thoughts whit
originates in his ill-disciplined mind ; and finally
the sound religious spirit which its systematic grog
the result manifestly of design, not chance, is
means of implanting and confirming in his mina"
this is written with exquisite skill, grace, fancy,
sensibility ; and had the author stopped here, he we
have left us nothing to object to ; when, hole
not content with this, he represents his cap
hero taking to his bed, and brought to ae°
door, simply from an apprehension that his
lized plant, the Picciola, is in delicate health ;
moreover he makes him turn, even though it be
for a season, with indifference from the bright '
that are gazing on him in the court-yard, absol
in admiration of the greater charms of
flower—we feel that the author, though he
be writing in accordance with French not
of sentiment, is committing a flagrant out'
on probability and common-sense. Some of our (.
temporaries, we percieve, have compared " PieT
to " Paul and Virginia." It is about as much
lik
as a sprat is like a lobster.