The Sun.
London, England, 1837-08-04 00:00:00

ELECTRIC TELEGRAPHS.-A letter from Munic

says :—" To the great astonishment of the population of our
city, a number of men were seen a few days ago climbing upon
the roofs of the highest houses, without any one being able to
guess at the motive of their proceedings. We have learnt
since that their intention was to place rods of iron from the
steeple of the Cathedral, beyond the Isaar, to the Chateau
d'Eau on the Gerteigeberg. Professcr Steinhall wishes, by
a practical experiment, to try the plan imagined by Mr. Gans,
to establish, by means of electricity, a system of correspondence
capable of replacing that of the telegraph, but far surpassing
it in point of rapidity."
A GERMAN MISTRESS.—A chatty old gentleman,
who had just been swallowing his last drau;ht of the boiling
stream, and to whom I had responded with a similar bumper--
pointing to an oldand common-looking house in thehuddled group
beneath, said, " That building with the bright and yellow side,
was for many years the residence of the late king of Bavaria,
who occupied it during the bathing season, and now a ducal
mistress lives in it. A late Margrave, whose reign was but
brief, chanced to behold, in one of his walks through the streets
of Carlsruhe, a lovely young woman selling fruit. Being a
bachelor, and a great admirer of the beautiful, he forthwith
had her summoned into his presence by one of his domestics,
and raised her to the rank of his mistress. Like some other
potentates, both east and west of the Rhine, the Margrave
conferred on the partner of his joys, titles, and wealth. He
gave that house to her in perpetuity as a free gift, with an
estate near Fribourg where she generally resides—being still
a comely and buxom woman of forty."—Dr. Granville's Spas
of Germany.
On Friday evening last, after the Hope London
coach had left Huddersfield for Halifax, when near Eggerton
Toll-gate, a person attempted to get on the coach as it was
going, when his foot slipped and he fell under the wheel,
which passed over his head. He was taken up and carried to
the Infirmary, but never spoke afterwards. On Sunday his
name was ascertained to he Mr. John Tempest, of the Queen's
Head, between Halifax and Bradford. He has left a wife and
three young children to lament his fate.
The Philo-Russians and the Anti-Russians in
France have had a lively dispute, occasioned by the publica-
tion in the Gazette des Tribuneax of a Russian court-mar-
tial. 'The individual tried was named Anguel, a young Saxon
of noble family, who entered the Russian service in 1828, and
was an ensign at the time of the trial. He and his captain
both happened to like the same lady, the daughter of a Greek
Curate. Captain Tsclimgueri, under pretext of his rival
being insubordinate, ordered him to receive one hundred blows
of the knout. " Everything," says the official report, "passed
as it ought, and Anguel received his punishment without
complaining." But some time after Tsclimgueri quitting the
service, Anguel challenged him. The captain refused to
fight, and soon after Anguel was seized making his way into
the captain's residence, armed with a pistol. For this Anguel
was tried, and though all the facts appeared on the trial, he
was condemned to pass three times under the rods of two
squadrons. He was not expected to recover.

In digging in front of the old Frce Grammar
School at Castor, a pit out of which to obtain sand, required
in the repairs of the building, the labourers found several ske-
letons ; the bodies appear to have been thrown into their
hasty graves without regard to their position. The arms were
found stretched out wide from the trunk, and the bodies were
not placed in parallel order. One of the skulls, dug up with
great care, was found in excellent preservation, having been
embedded in its mystei ions grave perhaps a thousaneyears,
only one tooth was wanting, and that, probably, had dropped
in the soil. Several balls, small, and made of hard wood,
with a curious square box, used, perhaps, in some ancient
game, a small urn, and a piece of Roman pottery, were dis-
covered in the course of the exhumation.—Lincoln Gazette.

HUMAN ZOOLOGY.—A " happy dog," and a
" lucky dog," as the adjuncts imply, have no reference to the
status, temperament, or permanent condition of the animal,
but only to some fortunate accident, and for the time being.
It has also this singularity of meaning, that the phrase is never
employed by a speaker standing himself in the same joyous
predicament. Thus a bachelor may deem a bridegroom dur-
ing his honeymoon a happy dog ; but no Bencdick ever called
his marrying friend by that name. A " sad dog," is not (as
the contrast to the phrase " happy dog" seems to imply) a
melancholy animal; the schoolboy's translation of tristis canis
notwithstanding. A sad dog is, commonly, a very merry fel-
low ; but be is one whose merriment arises from the enjoyment
of things sometimes designated as " pleasant but wrong." A
sad dog must not be confounded as a mere debaurhe, who is,
indeed, a selfish egotist, and in no respect eatitled to range
under the head canis gencrosus. A sad dog must have sonic
redeeming qualities. To make this matter clearer, it will be
sufficient to note that Charles Surface is the type of the sad
dogs, though it were desirable that Sheridan should have made
out the claim by traits of a somewhat less equivocal character.
In the play in question we have an apt illustration of the force
of the word sad. Joseph Surface is, as we all know, in a phy-
sical sense, the saddest animal of the two ; but his atrabilarious
formality only excludes him the more from the chance of being
reckoned a sad dog : the most that it can do for him is to have
him set down as a sad villain.—New Alionthly Magazine for
August.

THE BATH OF SERPENTS.—The people of Eng-
land hare been entertained with certain facetious stories, about
the Bath of Serpents, or Schlangenbad, in Nassau, its power
of embellishing the skin, its " milk-like warmth," and the
fascinating beauties by which the spring is surrounded in a
little sequestered valley. The people of England, on the
faith of such a declaration, have flocked within the last two
years to Schlangenbad, to bathe in its FOUL water, drawn from
tanks and used in tubs I and they have fancied themselves,
after using it, what the writer of " The Bubbles," a layman,
had told them they would be 1 Let them now try, on the faith
of a physician, the effects of the Wildbad bath ; let them ex-
change the temperature of eighty-one degrees for one of
ninety-six or ninety-eight ; let them dip into the Jordan itself,
instead of crouching into narrow slippers, placed in dark
rooms on the ground floor, by the side of a dark corridor.—
Dr. Granville's Spas of Germany.

AN IRISH ELECTION SCENE.—At the nomina-
tion for the city of Dublin on Monday, Mr. West, one of the
Tory candidates said :—The last charge against me, as far as
I know, is that I am a very ugly fellow.—( Laughter.) Now,
gentlemen, I tell you what I had intended proposing before I
was aware of the perfect good humour we were all to exhibit
here to-day. I was going to challenge Mr. O'Connell to
throw off his wig—(shouts of laughter)—and to stand beside
me here in open court, and let you decide which is the uglier
man. Mr. O'Connell instantly accepted the intended chal-
lenge by suddenly pulling off his wig, and exhibiting a well-
formed crown, amidst shouts of laughter from all sides of the
court-house, followed by the most deafening cheers.
On Tuesday night last, about ten o'clock, a consi-
derable degree of excitement prevailed in the Waterloo-road,
in consequence of a cabman driving to the Tower-street police
station-house, with the body of a gentleman quite dead. The
cabman stated that the deceased called him at Kennington to
be conveyed to the Waterloo-road, mid that on alighting to
receive his fare he found the deceased dead, as already stated,
and knowing nothing of him, he thought it most prudent to
come before the Inspector, to receive his advice. The re-
quired assistance being given by the Inspector and men on
duty, the corpse was conveyed to the vaults underneath the
Waterloo Church, where, in the course of yesterday, the body
was recognised as that of Mr. John Walker, lately residing in
Gibson-street, Lambeth, but at present of Kennington. The
deceased has left a widow (on a sick bed) to deplore her pre-
mature loss.

A poplar tree of 25 years' growth was cut down at
Wigginton, near York, by Mr. Sherwin. The wood mea-
sured 60 feet in length, and seven inches in diameter at the
top or small end, and the solid wood weighed upwards of two
tons. Several eminent wood valuers have stated that the
above extraordinary weight and dimensions are unprecAented
by anything that has yet come within their knowledge.,—Shef.
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