The Sun.
London, England, 1863-10-03 00:00:00

TIM SUN. LONDON, SATURDAY EVENING, ocroßEa 3, 1833.

POLICE INTELLIGENCE—This Day.

BOW-STREET.

Avery fashionably-dressed young woman, named Theresa
Lovett, was placed at the bar charged with being drunk and
disorderly.
Police-constable F 165, said that last evening, about 6
o'clock, he was on duty in the Strand, when he saw the
prisoner go up to a gentleman who was looking at some
pictures in one of the shop windows. He appeared to re-
pulse her, and in a short time afterwards he saw her accost
another gentleman, and as he evidently appeared annoyed
by the conduct of the woman he took her into custody.
She resisted very much, but eventually she was taken to
the station-house, but not before she had Lit him in the
thigh rind tore his trousers in such a manner as to render
them useless. She was very drank.

Mr. Corrie—What have you to say to the charge ?
Prisoner—l am a respectable married woman, and I
totally deny the assertion of the constable.
Mr. Corrie—l must say I don't think you have conducted
yourself much like one. Where is your husband ?
Prisoner—l can send for him.
Mr. Corrie—Very well, do so; I will delay the case until
he is in attendance.

In about an hour a ♦ery respectable young man, about 25
years of age, attended, and, in answer to the magistrate's
questions, slid he was a clerk, and that the prisoner was
his wife.

Mr. Corrie—The constable says she was very drunk in
the Strand, and as she was conducting herself improperly
he took her into custody. Had she been drinking last
night
The Husband—No, your worship. We had been on a
visit to some friends in the City, and after wo left them we
had some bread and cheese and a glass of stout each.
Mr. Corrie—What, only one glass of stout ?

The Husband—At that time; before, however, I left her,
we had another, and that certainly was the extent of the
drink we had taken. She was returning, with the inten-
tion of meeting me, whou the circumstance occurred.
Mr. Corrie—She has acted in a very improper manner.

Prisoner—l resisted the constable because he took away
my reticule, which contained a valuable card case, with
nearly a pound's worth of silver in it, and an umbrella that
cost a guinea.

The Constable—l never touched her property, your wor-
ship. If she has lost it, it must have been during
the time she was struggling with me.
Mr. Corrie—Did she hurt you much when she kicked
or bit you?
Constable—Yes, your worship, I can feel the effects of it
now.

The Husband—l don't believe for one moment my wife
was drunk ; she is, however, a very excitable woman.
Mr. Corrie—Then, you should not allow her to drink so
much stout. Two glasses of it will sometimes make a man
drunk. The inspector who took the charge says she was
very drunk. I fine her 20s. for assaulting the constable,
and also 20s. for the damage done to his trousers.
Prisoner—How am I to recover my property ?
Mr. Currie—That I cannot tell,
The fine was paid.

LITERATURE.

Good Society ; or, Contrasts of Character. By Mrs.
Grey author of "The Gambler's Wife." Three

Vols. Hurst and Blackett.

The second title of this navel is perhaps more
appropriate than the first. It certainly does present
to us many striking "contrasts" in the various
" characters" introduced, but we cannot say that it
affords us any very satisfactory specimens of "good"
society, deservedly so called, Occasionally we meet
with some clever sketch or some sarcastic touch
possessing more or less of truthfolness in its appli-
cation, but as a whole these pictures of London
society in the present day bear no closer resem-
blance to the actual world we live in than does the
shifting phantasmagoria which presents itself to
the dreamer's distorted vision. Some of the scenes
and incidents indeed remind us of those French pic-
tures of English manners which have recently ex-
cited so much amusement, as a few examples
will serve to testify. Among other interest-
ing contrasts of character Mrs. Grey introduces
us to Lady Augusta Leigh, the youthful daughter
of the Marquis of Mount Trevor, who, at the age
of thirteen, emulating the example of her noble
brothers, freely indulges in the language of the
stable-yard and the betting-ring. Here, for ex-
ample is a scene that occurs between the Lady
Augusta and her brothers Viscount Cassington and
Lord Clarence Leigh :

ference to the exact position of the fatal wounds I have
inflicted."

Lord Mount Trevor slightly opened his mouth, and very
much opened his eyes.
" I always imagined that the relative position of the liver
and gizzard wings of birds dressed for the table, was deter-
mined by the cook."
" My dear Mr. Drelincourt I" said the Marquis, impres-
sively, " surely you must be sufficiently acquainted with
anatomy to know that the liver is always on the right side,
consequently that the right wing is always the liver-wing,
and birds having but ono other wing-, my dear sir, that
must be the gizzard-wing as a matter of course."
The instances we have quoted are assuredly suffi-
cient to justify our assertion that Mrs. Grey has
given us many striking "contrasts of character,"
but we cannot regard her as being peculiarly felici-
tous in her pictures of " good" society. Among her
happier definitions of character is that which in-
troduces Dr. Crumpe, a reverend bishop, "who had
pubiished a book on Hebrew points, and had mar-
ried the daughter of en Ear), but whether Dr.
Crumpo owed his bishopric to his book or to his
wife nobody could decide. Public opinion, how-
ever, was more in favour of the latter, because every
one had seen the bishop's wife, and no one had seen
the bishop's book !'"rhe opening chapter of the
first volume gives a very spirited sketch of Hyde
Park during the season, which Mrs. Grey asserts is
the true place to which to send a foreigner in order
rightly to impress him with a sense of England's
prosperity. Our extracts have, however, extended
too far to admit of our quoting this very animated
description. While doing justice to Mrs. Grey's
well-known ahilites as a novelist, we cannot, in re-
gard to this, her new work, award a very largo
sbare of commendation to her powers of discernment
or discrimination.

The Principles and Practice of Vegetarian Cookery.
By John Smith, of Ma.lton, Yorkshire. One vol.

pp. 272. F. Pitman.

There is something sturdily plain and simple, as
sturdily plain and simple, so to speak, as the honest
English name be bears, alike in the manner and the
matter of the argument put forth by the author of
this little volume. Reading him, we are at moments
almost persuaded to turn over a new leaf—by our
selves, fairly and frapkly, becoming Vegetarians.
Though the truth must oat—(now that the writer's
argument has been scanned by ns, in its entirety,
and examined too, we can, in very truth, assure Mr.
Smith, of Malton, Yorkshire, quite dispassionately)
though the truth must out !—we his readers and re-
viewers are not in the least Vegetarians, or likely to
be Vegetarians. It will be best, perhaps, all things
considered, to premise that at once. When we speak
of the little work, here under notice, therefore, we
speak of it, in no way as what the politicians call
partizans. We are not sticklers for the carrying
out of the crochet here propounded so very enthu-
siastically. We have a predilection—may we not
confess it ?—for something else, besides cakes and
ale! We have a sort of a notion (like many others
of our countrymen we conjecture) that quite as dis-
tinctly among our national melodies as either the
loyal anthem of " God Save the Queen" or as the
glorious tea chorus of " Rule Britannia" there is yet
another, tolerably familiar to all of us, ever pleasant
to the ears of the British Lion at Feeding Time,
calved " 0 ! the Roast Beef of Old England"—with
a choral chant, ad libitum, appended to it of "O,
the Old English Roast Beef!" Even in the very
name applied to that symbolical personage repre-
senting: net inappropriately, by his stalwart form
our whole nationality, even in the very name of
bluff John B'lll, we can't help having a shrewd
suspicion that the humorous creator of that
Big Representative Man," hinted at one of the two
main sources. of his remarkable bulk, and most cer-
tainly
of his goodly corporation—viz , that roast
beef aforesaid, which, with his amber humming ale,
home-brewed, must be regarded as the nutriment
yielding him SO fair a share of physical strength.
Nevertheless, reverting to our candid acknowledge-
ment, s very brief while since, at the outset of
these remarks of ours upon this appetizing little
book, explanatory of tho Principles and Practice of
Vegetarian Cookery—Reading the arguments of the
as here put forth—at moments we have
vegetarians,
almost been tempted ourselves to turn Vegetarians.
At moments, remember ! Moments like those in
which Dick , wiveller—pushing his plate away—
quoted Oliver Goldsmith's proverbial verse, with a
twinkling ey.e, "Man wants but little here below, nor
wants that little long"—adding (Dick, not Oliver),
"Avery good sentiment after dinner!" Precisely
at such moments as those, we presume, it musi
have been that our author's argument ever seemed
then but momentarily, so very persuasive.
to us, and
Our genial recognition of the force of his argument
being always capable of ready dissipation, however,
some five or six hours afterwards : supposing our
senses to be saluted, let us say, on crossing the thres•
hold after a
good smart walk into the cauntry, by
roasting goose just:all but done to a
the flavour of a
turn I Yet, even then, we must perforce admit,
however reluctantly, that there is a very great deal
to be said .
en the side of the Vegetarians. Their
dietary is wonderfully cleanly, and wholesome, and
even Arcadian, of its kind. It gets rid of a world
of cruelty.
It does all that, it is all this, we are con-
strained to allow—and yet there is much also to be
said, conscientiously even, on the side opposed to
the Vegetarians. In a word, if they, the Vegeta-
te our First Parents feeding, among
tarians, point
verdure of Paradise, upon fruit—we
the floweis and
the Non-
Vegetarians, who are unhappily, like the
rest of the world, out of Paradise, may point in our
turn to St. Peter's Vision of the Sheet let down from
Heaven, with all its motley contents! Putting
aside, however, the pros and cons of the whole ques-
tion, here ingeniously argued in this little work,
but more thoroughly entered into, as a distinct
thesis, by its writer in an earlier work of his,'
entitled " Fruits and Farinacea the Proper Food
of Man," it must be said, in fairness to
the author, that the little book hero imme-
diately setting forth the Principles and Practice of
Vegetarian Cookery addresses itself to anyone and
everyone, alike to Vegetarians and Non-Vegetarians.
And it does so in a manner so flavorous and gusta-
tive from first to last, that we might, any of us
with pleasure, even when at our hungriest, mike one
at such well-spread boards as those, doubtless, any
day to be found in the house of John Smith, of
Melton, Yorkshire ! Soups, and omlettes, and
fritters, savoury
pies, mushrooms and buttered
E
eggs, French pancakes and nglish cheesecakes,
puddings and tarts unnumbered, with fruits, ripe,
dried, and preserved—to say nothing of all imagin-
able kinds of succulent
.vegetables, boiled and fried
or otherwise prepared in some wonderful way by
i
the magic art practised n the kitchen. Although
the little treatise here commented upon is at times, but,
more particularly in the earlier portions of it, rather
recondite in its character, being founded upon
chemical analysis,
and going into all sorts of
abstruse matters, scientifically to the bewilderment
of the unlearned—the general reader will find his
" taste " very carefully consulted throughout.
Here he may learn, as the title-page hints, all
about " the most approved methods of the art,"
of the art that is of Vegetarian Cookery—meaning
all about Boiling, Stewing, steaming, Baking,
Frying, Mashing, Serving, and (the two great sup-
plementary results aimed at in all) Eating and
Drinking.

THE SILVER COINAGE OF FRANCE.—The Council
of State has a project for calling in all the pieces of
two francs, ono franc fifty centimes, and twenty centimes.
A fresh emission of silver money, decimally divisionable,
and amounting to 250 millions of francs, is to be made,
and the standard of value is to bo lowered to 835 per mille,
the remaining 165 to be alloy. The French plead that sil-
ver in England and copper money in France pass current at
a nominal rate sensibly superior to their intrinsic metallic
value, and that the object of the projected debasement of
their coinage is to prevent foreign and native speculators
from draining France of her precious metals.
SIR WARWICK TONKIN, Vice-Admiral of the
coast of Devon, who was buried with all the hon-
ours due to his rank and position, on Saturday last, was for
many years Vice-Consul in France and Russia, and had
been a Page of honour to George IV. At the commence-
ment of the French war he was a captain in the Royal
Devon Miners ; at a later period he entered the army, and
served in Ireland. In 1826, Charles X. of France presented
him with a gold medal of the first class, for aid rendered by
him iu a case of shipwreck ; and in 1831 he was nominated
a Chevalier of the Legion of honour for a similar service.
On his return to England he resided, up to tho time of his
death, at Teignmouth, and established the Royal Devon
Yeomanry Cavalry, iu which regiment he held the rank of
Major. On two occasions he had the honour of conducting
her Majesty and the late Duchess of Kent in their passage
through Teignmouth, and, in consequence of the courtesy
lj evinced ell the occasions, he was created a knight.

SECOND EDITION.