The Sun.
London, England, 1837-09-04 00:00:00

THE MARKETS--(THIS DAY.

CORN E) CHANGE.
The past week's arrivals of all descriptions of Grain were
small, and there was a moderate quantity of Flour. The va-
riable state of the weather advanced the Wheat trade in the
course of the week, but had little effect on other articles.
This morning the fresh supply of every kind of Corn was
again small. The wet weather continued at intervals up to
this morning, and the factors demareled considerably higher
prices for Wheat, and some sales of good quality realised 4s.
to ss. per quarter above last Monday's terms; but the weather
appearing more settled the trade slackened, and prices cannot
be quoted more than 3s, per quartet higher than this day
se'nnight. Barley maintains last quotations. Beans are rather
dearer. New White and Maple Pease are full 2s. per quarter
higher. There is a fair demand for Oats at rather advancing
rates. The; top price of Flour is unaltered, but ship parcels
obtain 2s. per sack more than this day se'nnight.
PRICES ON BOARD OF SHIP.
.V heat, Red (old, —s —. Beans, Small :new)
—White t01d;... --. —s. -- (old) 42 .48;.
-----. Bed ;18.sti) l5, 50.. Tick (new; ... 22. 34..
------- Fin..
...---- Superti e 'S,. 6?..' Harrow (new) ''4 PBs.
-.--,.....Wh to (1536 t ball • 594. ----.. (old) 40, 4 11.
..--- Fine tins -62 s Brank
-------- Superfine Ms. (l". Oata, Feed
—Foreign free —s —s --- New . 22..284
Rye 14s. 3As. Poland ---"
Barley 24s. ..11. New 235.24:.
-- Grinding 2l3s 28s. Potatoe 2i1;,20.,
Malting .3os 33'. -..--. New 26, 283.
Malt .4lls. 545. Scotch 2O .3t..
-- Fine New Ms. 58s. Irish
_.__... Ns. Sis 25.

Peace, Grey, New 3Cs. 3s,
-.--. Maple New 'B. 40,
---- White 3fi• 344
Boilers :8. 40

Flour Town ,per sack) 50s 55,
Seconds 45 44:.
-- North Country 42 44
Fran H 12 .

LITERAT URE.

LYRICS, BY J. L. STEVENS.
Bailey, London, 1837.
The great merit of these poems is, that they belong
to no sect nor school, but are the genuine and unaf-
fected transcripts of the author's own thoughts and
feelings. Mr. Stevens is an imitator neither of Moore,
nor Coleridge, nor Byron, nor Leigh Hunt; but writes
just as his own judgment and sensibility dictate. It is
rare, in these times, when imitation is so general
among the sons of Parnassus, to find a poet who thus
chooses to think for himself ; whence we incline to be'
here that the volume before us will become popular--7
the more especially as it contains no inflated diction
nor exaggerated sentiment, and, above all, makes no
clap-trap appeals to the sickly and conventional sem
sibilities of the drawing-room. The general tone of
Mr. Stevens's poems i 3 healthy and even cheerful,
though there is occasionally a tinge of melancholy in
them, from which men of imagination are seldom of
never wholly free. But this melancholy is not of a'
morose or deeply seated character ; it is merely a tran-
sient shade which at times crosses the author's mind,
and then fades, leaving his fancy just as unclouded as
ever. In some of his smaller lyrics, Mr. Stevens re-
minds us of Waller, first, in the ease, and grace, a-ad
sweetness of his versification ; and secondly, in the
distinctness and variety of his imagery. Th,:re is
nothing vague nor hazy in his poetry; all is cleirly de-
fined, so that he who runs may read. This is no slight
recommendation, for not a few of our modern bards
seem to think that the essence of genius is mysticism
and obscurity ; and that to be unintelligible is tanta-
mount to being imaginative. We trust our author, int
his next production, which we shall gladly welcome,
will strike a bolder chord than he has yet ventured. to
do, and try his hand at the long neglected ode. He
has the real stuff within him ; a true ear for the music
of his art; no deficiency of fire or thought ; a judi-
cious aversion to mere diffuseness ; and a quick appre-
ciation of the picturesque. Thus variously accom-
plished, we see no reason why he should not give us
something that " the world will not willingly let die."
He need not apprehend that the age of poetry is gone;
these is quite sufficient love remaining for the art ~e 1
reward his present efforts, and encourage him to fu-
ture ones. As a specimen of his lighter manner., we
subjoin the following little poem, the versificat',on o
which is remarkable for its melody. Set to nAusic by
Lee or Kiallmark it would make a delightful 'osillad :
Some poets praise the violet's hue,
And some the lily's lightness;
Some Scotland's bells of bonny Lille,
And some the rose') brightness ; •
But, oh, give me the heath in bloom.
That, on the wild moor growing,
So sweetly scatters its perfume
When wintry win 4 are blowing !
Rich odours seeth the mignionette.
And fill the yo-ung may-flower;
And there's a softer fragance yet
Breathes in the jessamine bower;
But, oh, give me the heath in bloom.
That, on the wild moor growing.
So sweetly scatters its perfume
When wintry winds are blowi•Ag
Mr. Stevens's translations from Anacreon are not

the least meritorious of his productions. They are not
so close as Cowley's, but they are less elaborate than
Moore's, whose " Anacreorti7 however elegant ami
sical in the flow of its verse, bears no more resemblane
to the original, whose chief excellence is his simplicity,
than Pope's Iliad bears to Homer. Of all the Ana-
creontic translations with which English Literature
teems to overflowing, we know few that will stand the
test of a rigid scrutiny. Herrick, Cowley, and Irk
more modern times, Shelley, Hunt, Moore, and
whole host of " stellal minores," have tried their hand',
with more or less success, but none have exactly h►t
the mark. Mr. Stevens is quite as successful as au)
of his predecessors, as will be seen by the subjoinA,
specimen :

" Chief of Sardians, Gyges ! why
Should I for thy treasures sigh ?
Money will not mend my lot—
Regal state I envy not—
Keep thy gold and diadem,
I am not concerned for them I
How to wear my perfumed hair—
How my rosy crown to wear—
How to conquer time and care—
These are my affairs, and these
Fill my hours—my fancy please.
Be my life a pleasant day,
Frown the future as it may
Since it is so calm—so still—
I will sport and drink my fill—
Pouring out libations strong,
Such as Bacchus would not urong—
Lest disease, in cruel strP:in,
Say—' You must not drink again 1' "
We have not paused for some months a volume of
poems which has given us so much pleasure as this.
We have little doubt of its success, for the reasons ‘ve
have already stated—namely, that it ivutterly devoid
of anything like lack-a-daisical. sentimentality, a"d
developes amiable feelings, while it encourages cheer"
ful ones.

The hereditary Prince of Orange is on the point of
unaertaking a three months' tour through Germany.
Their Majesties the King and Queen of Saxony nr"
rived ut Klagenfurth on the evening of the 14th ult., from
Layhach, and proceeded on the following morning on their
return to Dresden, where they arrived in perfect health oa
the '23d.

Sir Coutts Trotter, who died Friday morning. 14
his house in Hanover-square, is succeeded by his rends"'
Coutts Lindsay, Esq., of Balcarras. Sir Coutts Trotter
was the chief active partner in the house of Cnutts and
Co. He has not long remained after the Duchess of St.
Alban's ; the banking-house having lost two of its most
opulent members within a few weeks.

The health of the Earl of Sefton is improvin4
beyond the most sanguine expectations of his medical
attendants.

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Bedford,
The station-house at King's-cross is now closed, a
large and commodious building having been erected in Hun-
ter-street, Brunswick-square, as a station-house and section-
house, for the accommodation of a certain number of uteu.
who are always ready in cases of emergency.
An additional story is erecting on bath wings of
Marlborough House, Pall-mall, now preparing for the re-
sidence of the Queen Dowager, and new communications
will be made with the body of the building ; but little alte-
ration will be made in the interoal arrangement of the edifice. •
Mr. Anson, who is about to lead the accomplished
Miss Harbord to thz, hymeneal altar, is not the Hon. Mr.
Anson, brother of Lord Lichfield, who has only one sur-
viving brother, the Hon. Colonel Anson, married to the
lovely sister of the Countess of Chesterfield. Mr. Anson
is a son of the Rev. Frederick Anson, Prebendary of South••
well, uncle to the Earl of Lichfield, and Private Secretary
to Viscount Melbourne.
Baron and Baroness Dimsdale have arrived at 1‘,1).
vart's Hotel from Weymouth. They will leave in a lew
days for Campfield Place, Herts, where they will receive
select party of friends.
As a little boy, the son of a poor man, residing
near Fethard, was amusing himself, a few days since, by
scraping with a large slate the side of an old ditch, he cjin:i.
in contact with a leaden box. His father being aPrs •
by the child of his having seen some very pretty thing Irl
the old wall, immediately repaired to the spot, and to hi
inexpressible delight found there a leaden box, containing,:
a number of gold and silver coins (principally of the reig
of Charles I.), with a silver crucifix. A part of the booty
ho has sold to a watchmaker here, and the crucifix blitt
been purchased by Dr. Dowsley, who, on examiningee„,
minutely, found in it a scrip of manuscript, almost delay,.
6°..
and therefore there is little probability of ascertainingi
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may be its contents. Such was the poverty of tbis u adle
individual, that be states he was unable to purchase a spa
handle on the morning of the day on 'Weil he became ;er.
sessed of this (to him) valuable trearare,Tipperofy Patna.
The number of guns awl pistols proved at Bir2rarA„
ham Proof House duri.-rig the past year (viz., from
183 G, to Mar(3.',, 1837), amounted to three hundrarcedln
&old. 'rue charge upon proofs has lately been re
from Is. to ad, a barrel, nderst2lia
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