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

THE SUN. LONDON, SATURDAY EVENING, ocroBER 3, 1E363.

POLICE INTELLIGENCE—This Day.

BOW-STREET.
A very 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 bit him in the
thigh rind tore his trousers in such a manner as to render
them useless. She was very drunk.
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. Currie—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 very respectable young man, about 25
years of age, attended, and, in answer to the magistrate's
questions, said 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 we 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, when 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 mach when she kicked
or bit you ?
Constable—Yes, your warship, 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 novel 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 slrcastic touch
possessing more or less of truthfulness 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 :

A YOUNG LADY OF GOOD SOCIETY.
One end of the skipping rope had been made fast to an
old• fashioned fire screen at a considerable height from the
ground, the other was held by Lord Clarence, his hand-
some but still youthful face beaming with good humour.
The Viscount, at a little distance, with a gold pencil case,
was. with a more serious air, writing in a morocco pocket
book. Their sister kept walking backwards slowly, and
with a clear calculating glance was eyeing the rope.
"Now look alive, Cass !" she cried, without removing
her gaze. " Repeat the conditions of the bet."
"Eleven to five that you don't clear that rope," he
replied.
" A. running leap, Cass ?"
" Yes, a running leap."
" You'd better not attempt it, Pussy," said Lord Clarence.
"It's a good deal too high for you."
" Shut up, old fellow."

" You may have a severe fall and hurt yourself, my

pet."
" Shut up."

" I really think you'd better give it up."

Lord Clarence's solicitude only elicited a louder and more
peremptory order for silence from the young lady, who
continued to eye the barrier with knitted brows, as though
doubtful her powers were equal to the anticipated strain
upon them.

" And what will you bet, Clarry, that I don't do it ?"
she asked. " Will you bet a pony ?"
" No, I don't like to tempt you into breaking your pretty
neck."

" Shut up I" was shouted in a voice that made both the
young men laugh heartily.
"I don't mind standing half a sovereign to a shilling,"
he added.

" Dune. Book the bet, Cass," she cried. " Why, that's
ten to one," she added. "Per Jupiter !as you used to say
when you came from Westminster, I'll do it."
" Now, my dear child," said her elder brother, taking his
cigar from his mouth to knock off the ash, " don't be
desperate; I should be inconsolable if anything terrible
occur red."

" Old fellow," you're afraid of losing your tin," she
answered fearlessly, then clapping her hands with an exult •
ing cry, she ran out of the room.

The young lady soon returns, takes the leap, and
wins the bet. The interesting trio are shortly after-
wards joined by the new tutor of Lord Clarence,
who, venturing upon some complimentary remark
to the young lady, is replied to in the following
style :
" 0, nonsense," answered the young lady, to the im-
mense gratification of her brothers. " I'm not quite such
a fool as I look. The verdure in my organs of vision is
not, by a good deal, so conspicuous as you seem to suppose.
So you need not display your fine set of teeth in that way,
as if you wanted to sell them at a profit."

The mirth was louder than before, the loudest laugher
being the object of the satirical remark.
" I dare say you had them cheap enough," she added.
The tutor above mentioned, the Rev. Emanuel
Mordecate,M.A,, is another startling specimen of the
habitues of Good Society. This gentleman, having
been a very distinguished member of the Univer-
sity of Oxford, had joined the Tractarian party,
and ultimately become a Catholic priest and a
Jesuit. Ho is described as singularly graceful, ac-
complished, and fascinating, the friend and com-
panion of country curates and London marchionesses.
Three times in the course of the narrative we are
induced to accompany the reverend gentleman to
his chamber, when about to retire for the night,
and we become the astonished witnesses of his very
surprising devotions. This fellow of Oxford, and
member of the Society of Jesuits, prays, we are
told, neither in English nor in Latin, neither ac-
cording to his present nor to his former belief, but,
with his hat on, his devotions are uttered in
Hebrew, and then appears before him the home of
his childhood in the Kalver Straat of Amster-
dam, and his Jewish mother Esther. So much
is Mrs. Grey impressed with this idea that,
as we have said, no less than three times
she repeats the same incident, with almost
the same reflections. The conclusion of the
career of this accomplished gentleman—this reve-
rend Sidonia—is as surprising as any part of it.
The English curate, the Rev. Septitnns Fairholme,
also amozes us by his marriage with a lady of very
anomalous antecedents, the supposed wife of a very
notorious nobleman, Lord Valiance. This noble lord
affords us another strange specimen of the manners
of the day. He is ill and alone, under the care of
two ancient sisters, Dorcas and Charity, and he
addresses them after the following amiable
fashion :

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 he 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 one 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 per:ulii!rly 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
pub,ished a book on Hebrew points, and had mar-
ried the daughter of an Earl, but whether Dr.
Crump° 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 bad seen the bishop's wife, and no one had seen
the bishop's book !" The 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 abilites as a novelist, we cannot, in re-
gard to this, her new work, award a very large
share of commendation to her powers of discernment
or discrimination.

vie Principles arid Practice of Vegetarian Cookery
By John Smith, of Malton, Yorkshire. Ono 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 he 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 frankly, becoming Vegetarians.
Though the truth must oat—(now that the writer's
argument has been scanned by us, in its entirety,
and examined too, we can, in very truth, assure Mr.
smith, of Melton, Yorkshire, quite dispassionately)
though the truth must ont !—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
little work, here under ootice, therefore, we
of
speakthe 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
ofour
countrymen we conjecture) that quite as dis-
tinctly among our national melodies as either the
anthem of " God Save the Queen" or as the
sea chorus of " Rule Britannia" there is yet
glanother, tolerably familiar to all of us, ever pleasant
tothe ears of the British Lion at Feeding Time,
calved
e 0 I the Roast Beef of Old England"—with
a choral chant, ad blztunr, appended to it of "0,
the Old English Roast Beef!" Even in the very
name
applied to that symbolical personage repre-
senting, not inappropriately, by his stalwart form
our whole nationality, even in the very name of
bluff Jean Bull, 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 goodly corporation—viz , that roast
beef
f h
afooresads, which, with his amber humming ale,
home-brewed, wed, must be regarded as the nutriment
yielding
him so fair a share of physical strength.
Nevertheless, reverting to our candid acknowledge-
ment,, very brief while since, at the outset of
these remarks of ours upon this appetizing little
book, eve
explanatory of the Principles and Practice of
explanatory
ileelatarriiaal , Cookery--Itead:n_
the arguments of the
v
as here put forth—at moments we have
almost been tempted ourselves to turn Vegetarians.
At moments,
remember ! Aloments like those in
vegetarians,
Dick S
pushing his plate away—
qwohoih
tced
Oliver Goldsmith's proverbial verse, with a
twinklingeye, " Man wants but little here below, nor
wants
little long"—adding (Dick, not Oliver),
"Avery
ee
good sentiment after dinner!" Precisely
at wants
that
moments as those, we presume, it musi
have been that our author's argument ever seemed
to rts
genial , and
heir but momentarily, so very persuasive.
Ours rhy
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 three•
bold
after a good smart walk into the cauntry, by
the flavour of a roasting goose
just:all but done to a
turn Yet, even then, we must perforce admit,
however reluctantly, that there is a very great deal
to be said on 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-
turians, point to our First Parents feeding, among
the flowers and verdure of Paradise, upon fruit—we,
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 here 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, make one
at such well-spread boards as those, doubtless, any
day to be found in the house of John Smith, of
t
Melton, Yorkshire • Soups, and omlettes, and
fritters, savoury Pies, mushrooms and buttered
eggs, French pancakes and English 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
the magic art practised in 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, soientifically 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 pi
two francs, one franc fifty centimes, and twenty centimes.
of
A fresh emission of silver money, decimally divisionable,
and amounting to 2bo millions of francs, is to be mad;
and the standard of value is to be lowered to 835 per milk,
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, Viee-Admiral of the
coast of 1:),,,,v0n, who was buried with all the bon-
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 ho was a captain in the Royal
Devon Miners ; at a later period he enrered the army, and
served in Ireland. In 1826, Charles I. of France presented
him with a gold medal of the first class, tor aid rendered by
him in 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 the time of his
death, at Teignmouth, and established the Royal Devon
Yeomanry Cavalry, in which regiment he held the rank of
Major. On two occasions he had the honour of conducting
her Majesty and tha late Duchess of Kent in their passage
through Teignmouth, and, in consequence of the courtesy
Ile evinced on the occasions, he was created a knight.