The Sun.
London, England, 1837-11-02 00:00:00

CORN AVERAGES

GENERAL AVERAGE PRICES OF BRITISH CORN,
For the Week:ended Oct. 27, 1837, made up from the Returns of the
Inspectors in the different Cities and Tawns in England and Wales, per
Imperial Quarter.
Wheat sls. Od. I Oats
I
Barley 29s. lld II Rye
IMPERIAL AGGREGATE AVERAGES 01, THE SIX WEEKS
PRECEDING.

Wheat 548. 2d. Oats
Barley

ILLUSTRATIONS TO THE PICTURESQUE
ANNUAL.
As we noticed the majority of these Illustrations at
the time when the Annual to which they are attached
was sent to us, we need say little more on the present
occasion, than that they arc here collected in a largth
handsome portfolio, which will, no doubt, for a mone,
to come, adorn the drawing-room tables of half the
West-end. We should not, however, omit to mention
.
two of the engravings which escaped us in the burly 01,
our first notice. These are " Killaloe on the Shannon,,,
and the Upper Lake of Killarney from Ronan s
Island." The former of these •is executed, by
in a style of exquisite delicacy ; and the latter, with its
gleaming waters, bold headlands, richly foliaged islands,
and wild hack-ground, forms as picturesque a land-
scape as it is possible for eye to rest on.

LITERATURE.

PASCAL BRUNO : A SICILIAN STORY.

EDITED BY THEODORE HOOK, ESQ.
Colburn, London, 1837.
This romance is a tr=anslation from the French of
M. Alexandre Dumas, and, according to the editor,
appeared periodically in one of the Paris JournalAn outline of the story will serve to point out
leading incidents upon which the interest it excites
principally turns :
The scene is laid in Palermo and its vicinity.
Pascal Bruno, the hero of the tale, is the son of
Sicilian, peasant, whose father had been beheaded, and
his uncles banished, for revenging the forcible defile"
ment of his marriage-bed by the powerful and prix-
leged Count of Castel-Nuovo. His mother, who bad,
not wilfully participated in the guilt of the Count, dial
of hunger and a broken heart, bequeathing to her
only son the legacy of her wrongs and sufferings;
On her grave young Pascal vowed vengeance against
the murderer of his parents, and against all his de-
scendants. In the mean time the Count died, leaving
an only daughter, who in a short while afterwards be-
came the mistress of the Sicilian Viceroy. This lady
took into her service a young peasant girl, who some
time before was about to be married to Pascal, but the
marriage was prevented by the misfortunes of his fa..
roily. Her next care was to provide the girl With a
husband ; and for this purpose she selected a doinestic
of the Viceroy, who happened to find favour iu the
eyes of the betrothed maiden. The wedding-day was
fixed, when Pascal suddenly appeared, and itnPl°rea
the daughter of his enemy to restore him his bride,
and that he would forego his vows of vengeance'
The lady spurned his proffered conciliation, and her
attendant was married as she proposed. Pascal mur-
dered his rival on his wedding-day, seized the heredi-
tary castle of the Lords of Castel-Nuovo, and in It
short time established a reputation for being one of the
most daring brigands in all Italy. Like Rob Roy and
Redmond O'Hanlon he only attacked the rich, 'Awn'
he plundered to better the condition of the poor. But
the civil power was too strong for him at last. He was
seized, condemned, and executed. The fate of the
Countess was not less miserable. After being violated
by Pascal, she was murdered on the night of his exe
cution by one of his followers. Such are the leading
incidents of a tale which we think better calculated for
the meridian of Paris than London. The following
extract is a fair specimen of the work, and sufficiently
indicates the school of novel-writers to which the author
belongs :
" These noble personages had scarcely entered the castle
with their attendants before music was heard : the young
folks left the tables, and hurried to the place allotted for
dancing. Gaetano, according to the established Sicilian ens-
torn in such matters, prepared to open the ball with the i 0
teresting Teresa, whose beauty and grace of manner bad
been the subject of general admiration throughout the
day. He approached her with the finished air of third-
rate gracefulness—a sort of lively caricature of the he s!
Sicilian cavaliers, and in the highest possible spirits, soliniteu
the honour of her band. At that moment, a stranger pre-
sented himself on the esplanade, and stood in the midst f
the company, gazing upon the scene. The looks of the
whole assembly were turned towards the new corner, whe
was dressed in the Calabrian costume, wearing pistols au'
a dagger in his belt ; his jacket slung over one shoulder,
like an hussar's pelisse, left open to view his other slee've'
stained with blood. Teresa saw him—she !razed on inteii
for a moment—uttered a faint cry, and remained pale an
motionless, as if she had seen a spectre.
" It was Pascal Bruno.
" Every eye was fixed on the uninvited guest ; del
and awful silence reigned. Every one present felt assure
of the approach of some terrible catastrophe.
" Pascal, apparently unmoved by the sensation he Ivo
created, walked directly up to Teresa, and standing beferr°
her, folded his arms, and fixed his piercing eyes on her Pitii
countenance.
" Pascal,' said Teresa, in a falterinc, voice, Pascal, Oh
it be you t'•„,
•
`.‘ Yes Teresa,' said Bruno, in a deep hollow voice, ‘ lt,
I. I heard at Bauso, where I patiently and confident!}'
waited your return, that you were to be married at Carint
so I came hither, and I hope am in time to dance the first
Tarantella, with you.'
up pe
" I beg your pardon, Sir,' said Gaetano, coming
him with a mingled air of anger and gaiety, that is he
bridegroom's right.'
" It is the right of the affianced one,' said Pascal. C°,61,,e;
my beloved Teresa, this is the least you can do for me, aft
all I have suffered for you.'
" 10
Teresa is my wife,' said Gaetano, stretching forth
arm toward him.
" Teresa is my betrothed,' said Pascal, taking her hand.
Help ! oh, help !' said the wretched girl.
"Ile appeal was irresistible—the effect instantaiWtig.
Gaetano seized Bruno by the collar—they struggled f°rrecl
moment—that was all—in another instant Gaetano utte or
a piercing cry, and fell dead at his feet. Pascal's dagger
was buried to the hilt in his breast. Some of the men sv„r..
were nearest him on the instant rushed towards the
vg
derer, to secure him. Bruno stood unmoved, and drf,,,ina
one of his pistols from his belt, waved it over his beau4ley
signal to the musicians to strike up the Tarantella. or,
obeyed as it were mechanically. The rest of the conlll4l
paralyzed by the suddenness and fearfulness of what
happened, remained motionless.
" Come, Teresa, let us begin,' said Pascal. Dies
Teresa was no longer in possession of her fa°, un-
consciously bad become a creature demented by fear. Sue nee,
consciously yielded to his guidance, and this horrible darot,
close to the corpse of the inoffensive murdered yeungincre-
was continued by the musicians to the last strain•
wit
dible as it may appear—no one stirred—no one SP°, bar-
was something too terrific—something so annaturallYosie
rid, that nature itself seem palsied. The teoment thenher,
ceased, as if it had been all that excited and sustaiGn;
e;ted,
the wretched Teresa fell fainting on the body of
" Thanks, Teresa,' said Pascal, tlrat is all I ivay
and now, if any man wishes to know me- Irene, that he i"
find me elsewhere, I am Pascal Bruno:'

A STRIKING
hPeereel his
entertainedi' iernorsf?olni i's'ilc'
?
Without one idea be
haepacoiptyinifoonr,baussginrerera.±,loyf e the least
gifted man that ever headed a P in this coati;
ill Party
y 0 n
powerful
o.l:altm makes ;
piexaraceaesg:opessri:art fbo:ei
whichl owes his success to his having been cast
tpry.
son, a upon t 1,5,
r 1 not only have not produced a statesman of theefte,e'r_
an , a William the Silent, a Gustavus Adolphus, a _en
'forgot ; but not one even o:!:* the second-rte a—
who fill up the long interval between Richelieu mangylli
pu't
,Plitt ; and not so much as a single third-rate etchten-
l?.reself. He does not know his age !he has array s the
c_tered miserably in his estimate of it. But he kfwgis it is
House of Conimons, and the sort of linen of whoa,' 90d
composed. He knows what will act upon their minds fle
is able to strike the right chord upon that instranienc;co
a higher philosophy,
has, besides, all that the mere routine of office experievin win
give, to a man who brought to it no principles. dral
(Itaid,.
cations are Sir Robert Peel's stock in trade as a roders
and no desire for any. 'These 601
statesman. Is it not a dire disgrace to the Iladien. always
to be left behind by such, a man ? But Oven, be sung, soil
always
using his slender faculties ;they, except s, few
LYa° ag
still inexperienced men, let theirs slumbe r.__o
Westminster Review. bensollt
On Thursday, at the works of Me ssrs. stspi looto
of Newcastle, the trial of a splendid av 4 paweriu Rai
Live engine, constructed for the Gre St
Company took place. It is called the, North Star, burjel!
W esterr, an ace
Is
calculated to run fifty miles an hour, with fifty :no speueL;
attached, and, with the tender only, at tb, 1 ie.° sent vi
E.rene fiferc.
of eighty. Several eminent engineers we; ce
expressed themselves highly satisfied with it! rl:9