The Sun.
London, England, 1863-07-30 00:00:00

BY MAGNETIC TELEGRAPH.

GRAVESEND, Thursday Morning.
Arrived.—Chariot of Fame, from Otago ; Canopus, from
Archangel; Jane, from Gottenburg ; Twee Broilers, from
Oram ; Trefus, from Pomeron ; Isabella, from Tarragona ;
Triton, from Pomeron ; Sagitta, from Havannah ; Gerdina,
from Genoa; Miss Evans, from Seville; Niord, from
Nestate.
DEAL, Thursday Morning.
Passed (in tow), July 29.—Glendower, from Melbourne,
per London.
Passed—H.M.S. Fos, from Woolwich, for the westward ;
Quails, for the Cape of Good Hope ; Ellen Oliver, for
Quebec—both from Shields.

A TALE OF My LANDLORD.—" I don't care for
the town," said J. Mellows, when I complimented
him on the sanitary advantages it may or may not possess.
"I wish I had never seen the town I" " You don't belong
to it, Mr. Mellows F" "Belong to itl" repeated Mellows
myself in a pail." It then occurred to me
46 If I didn't belong to a better style of town than this, I'd:
having so little to do, was habitually
internal resources—by which I mean the Dol-
pbtthakhaacinekt,Mansonesedlhliodiaiswrros.., What w. e want," said Mellows,the
thrown
pulling off
his hat, and making as if he emptied it of last luota
itd on
Branch Bill is in
ltihttelecohff: coffee-room. Disgust that had exuded from his brain, before heas
yaoguaipnuftoryaonurotnhaemr leotaodi,:?‘ wEhavterwye want is a Branch. The
.fouWndouthlde
document in question stretched out fl
Petition for the
at on the coffee-room
table by the aid of certain weights from
the kitchen, and I
gave it the additional weight of my
To the best of my belief, I bound myself
signature.
myself to the modest
statement that universal traffic, happiness,
civilisation, together with unbounded prosperity, and
national triumph in
competition with the foreigner, would infallibly flow from
the Branch. Having achieved this constitutional feat, I
asked Mr. Mellows if he could grace my dinner with a pint
of good wine ? Mr. Mellows thus replied, "If I couldn't give
you a pint of good wine, I'd—there—I'd take and drown my-
self in a pail. But I was
ldeceived when I bought this busi-
ness, and the stock was hi
edy-piggledy, and I haven't yet
tasted my way quite g
through
it with a view to sort-
ing it. Therefore, if
you order one kind and get another
change till it comes right. For what," said Mellows, un-
loading his hat as before, "what would you or any gentle-
man do, if you ordered one kind of wine and was required
to drink another? Why, you'd (and naturally and properly,
having the
feelings
of a gentleman), you'd take and drown
yourself in
a pail l"--Charles Dickens, in "till the Year
Round."

BULWER'S TRIBUTE TO LAMARTINE !—When
Alphonse Lamartine, by an immortal speech, in
which there is no wit and no sparkle, struck down to his
feet the red flag, we recognised intuitively the difference be-
tween the maxim-maker's knowledge of the conventiona
world and the poet-orator's knowledge of the universal
human heart. Honour to Alphonse Lamartine for his
knowledge of the heart in that moment which saved the
dignity of France and the peace of Europe, no matter what
were his defects in the knowledge of the world—defects by
which rulers destined to replace him learned to profit
Honour to that one triumph of poetry put into action
Honour to Alphonse Lamartine ! I bow my head, and
pass on.— F; om the new number of Blackwood.
THE TRUE TII BORIC OF A DVERTISIN G.—Ad vertis-
ing always reminds me of a roulette table. I stake
my money on the odd numbers, and my neighbour on the
even. If I win he loses, if I lose he wins; but, in either case,
the bank—which, in the present instance, is represented by
the press—gains its commission. And there are other
resemblances between the game of advertising and that of
the green baize tables. If you must gamble, the first rule
is—Go in heavily, and play high. In that event, you may
win a great " coup ;" but if you go on with peddling stakes
and a cautious system, you are absolutely certain to lose.
So, if you must resort to puff advertising—advertise, every.
where and anywhere, to the utmost of your means, or your
credit, s.nd you will end in the House of Lords or—in the
Gazette. But if you trate with advertising, you will lose
your money without a doubt. As the majority of mankind
have not the courage to piety a bold game in any pursuit, it
is certain that, as a rule, advertisers make small ventures,
and waste their substance foolishly,--Once a Week.