The Sun.
London, England, 1863-12-02 00:00:00

LITERARY INTELLIGENCE.

Mr. RusRIN has built for himself a regular Swiss chalet
on the mountain-side overhanging Chamouni, where he
proposes to study the mountain effects throughout the
greater part of the year.

Mr. ANTHONY TROLLOP; the inexhaustible, will com-
mence in January the issue of a novel entitled, " Can you
Forgive Her r' It will be completed in twenty monthly
parts uniform with " Orley Farm."
Mr. LAWRENCE, author of " Guy Livingstone," will in
a few days give to the public " A Bundle of Ballads."
Mr. WILLIAM ALLINGHAM has a poem just ready en-
titled " Lawrence Bloomfield in Ireland," which has been
appearing for some time in fragments in Eraser's Magazine.
Mr. SMILES will start in January a weekly newspaper,
entitled the Railway News, devoted to railway and joint-
stock affairs. If only Mr. Smiles can secure for his enter.•
prise something of the popularity accorded to his bio-
graphies, he will be a happy man.--Critic.

NAPOLEON AND THE CLOCK.—On one of the
nights that Napoleon spent at Charlottenburg his
slumber was disturbed. The divine comedy of history also
has comic interludes. In Frederick William's dining-room,
close to the conqueror's bedchamber, there stood a large
musical clock, which admirably imitated a band of trumpets.
At midnight the row began, trumpets echoed through the
palace, the servants, the adjutants, Napoleon himself leaped
out of bed, and everyone believed in a surprise. But every-
thing was quiet again, and no one could make out where
all the trumpeters were. Sentries were posted, a part of
the adjutants and servants remained up, and at one o'clock
there was the same row again, this time in one of the rooms.
They rushed in, and the innocent clock was detected before
the tone was ended. Napoleon the Great, the ecraseur of
the Prussian monarchy, sleeping in the Palace of the Queen
of Prussia, and frightened by a musical clock—in truth, du
sublime au ridicule it n'y a qu'un pas.—Bentley's Jliscel-
lacy for December.

LIFEBOAT SERVICES.—FILEY, NEAR YORK,
Tuesday Night. —The new lifeboat which the
National Lifeboat Institution sent here a week ago, and
which was publicly launched on Thursday last in the pre-
sence of her benevolent donors, the Lord Mayor and Lady
Mlyoress of York, did some noble service this morning in
rescuing some
poor fishermen from an inevitable death. At
daylight fishing cobles belonging to this coast were caught
in a strong gale from S.S.E., and a rough sea. One noble
was upset while coming in, but as it was near the beach,
the men were fortunately enabled to get ashore. Seeing
the dangerous position of the fishing boats, the lifeboat was
at once launched and put off to render assistance, and was
instrumental in saving the men belonging to another coble
which had also unfortunately upset. In the absence of the
lifeboat they must have perished. The lifeboat behaved
admirably on the occasion, and the fishermen at the con-
tiguous lifeboat station, Bridlington, are very anxious to
have a boat like her, their present lifeboat being nearly fifty
years old.

THE IRISH CHURCH ESTABLISHMENT.—If there
is suclil4 rule of the world as doing as we should bo done
by, then the exclusive establishment of the Protestant
Church in Ireland is a direct injustice, and therefore a
direct sin.—Dr, Arnold's Miscellveous Works, p. 144.
A LITTLE COLOUR IN THE STREETS !—Every-
body who has been in that dingiest of cities knows
that the students at the University of Glasgow; small as
their influence is otherwise upon the character of the town,
are bound to do it ono supeificial service at least, Custom
has ordained that they should wear red gowns; and the
fatigued traveller, weary of the universal leaden grey, can
alone appreciate fully the sense of gratitude and relief occa-
sioned by the sudden gleam of scarlet fluttering up the long
unlovely street on a November day. But that artistic sense
which penetrates but slowly into barbarous regions has cer-
tainly not yet reached the students of Glasgow, So far
from considering themselves public benefactors through the
medium of their red gowns, there is no expedient of boyish
ingenuity to which the ignorant youths will not resort to
quench the splendid tint, and reduce its glory as nearly as
possible to the sombre hue of everything around.—From
"A Son of the Soil," to Naemillan' s Magazine for
.December.