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

RISE OF THE NOBLE HOUSE OF PHIPPS

The recent demise of the lamented first Marquis
of Normanby has recalled to mind the extraordi-
nary rapidity
of the rise of the illustrious family,
of which his eldest son, late by courtesy Earl of
Mulgrave, is now, as third marquis, the chief. Ac-
cording to the received account, the founder of the
family was Sir William Phipps, Knt., who, in the-
reign of James 11., acquired a considerable fortune
by discovering among the rocks near the bank of
Bahama, on the north side of Hispaniola, a Spanish
plate ship which had been under water forty-four
years. Out of this, by the help of the diving bell.
which he invented, he took in gold and silver to the
amount of £300,000 sterling, and with a fidelity
equal to his enterprise, brought it all to London
and divided it bstween himself and the rest of the
adventurers.

THE PIG-FACED LADY !—As described in Captain
Gronow's Recollections.—Among the many absurd
reports and ridiculous stories current in former days, I
know of none more absurd or more ridiculous than the
general belief of every body in London, during. the wint r
of 1814, in the existence of a lady with a I. id's lace. This
interesting specimen of porcine
physiognJmy wax said to
be the daughter of a great lady residing- in Grosvenor-
square. It was rumoured that during the illuminations
which took place to celebrate the peace, whea a great crowd
had assembled in Piccadilly and St. James's-street, and
when carriages could not move on very rapidly, Itorresco
referees ! an enormous
pig's snout had been seen protrud-
ing from a fashionable• looking bonnet in one of the landaus
which were passing. The mob cried out, "The pig-faced
lady I—the pig-faced lady I Stop the carriage—stop the
carriage 1" The coachman, wishing to save his bacon,
whipped his horses, and drove through the crowd at a tre-
mendous pace ; but it was said that the coach had been
seen to set down its monstrous load in Grosvenor-
squire. Another report was also current. Sir Wil-
liam Elliot, a youthful baronet, calling one day
to pay his respects to the great lady in Gros-
venor-square, was ushered into a drawing-room, where
he found a person fashionably dressed, who, on turning to-
wards him, displayed a hideous pig's face. Sir William, a
timid young gentleman, could not refrain from uttering a
shout of horror,
when
rtuhseh
infuriated
ut
roi thea ted door
lady
or in
animal a manner
the
reverse of polite; h
utter-
ing a series of grunts, rushed at the unfortunate baronet es
he was retreating, and indicted a severe wound on the back
of his neck. This highly probable story concluded by
stating that Sir William's wound was a severe one, and had
been dressed by Hawkins, the surgeon, in St. Audley-
street. lam really almost ashamed to repeat this absurd
story; but, many persons now alive can remember the
strong belief in the existence of the pig-faced lady which
prevailed in the public mind at the time of which I
speak. The shops were full of caricatures of the pig-faced
lady, in a poke bonnet and large veil, with A pig in a
poke' written underneath the
. print. Another sketch re-
presented Sir William Elliot B,Tishdventuroi and was en-
titled, " B,ware the pig-stye I '
A CURIOUS WOUND.—Dr. Champeaux, a surgeon
in the French navy, was consulted in 1827 by e
cavalry officer, M. Elophe, about a small sore which he
had had in the nape of the neck since June, 1815. This
sore would sometimes heal, and remain closed for about a
week or so; but at the end of that t ire it would again be-
come painful, then open and suppurate as before, and so
on. M. Elophe had belonged to the Old Guard, and at the
battle of Waterloo charged the British cuirassiets, but as
hit on the breast by a fragment of a howitzer shell, and fell
insensible from his horse. He Was just coming to himself
again, when the grenadiers, driven back by the lancers,
passed over him; and the latter, seeing he was not dead,
wounded him in s. veral places with their lances; one of
these wounds was it. flitted en his neck. Repul,ed in their
turn, the lancers passed over him again, and the grena-
diers, seeing him attempting to get up, carried hint to the
rear, where his wounds were dressed. Since then he had
always been afflicted with this fistulous sore. On p obing
It, D. Champeaux felt something hard at the bottom, and
soon discovered from the sound that it must be a metallic
fragment, most probably of a lance. The extraction was
resolved upon and succeeded; the extraneous body extracted
was found to be one of the thin brass scales which cover
the straps of a helmet or grenadier's cap, and which heal
been violently forced into the wound by the lance. This
inconvenient guest had remained in for 11 years; the
wound got well, and M. Elophe only died this year, and
therefore survived the battle 48 years, and the operation 36

THE FRENCEI PEOPLE.—In character and genius.
the French show the evidences of the three powerful
races who have constituted the nation—traits which some-
times seem contradictory, and which only those closely
familiar with the French people can understand. Tn their
brilliant martial character, their love of dispay and effect,
their sudden enthusiasm and as easy discouragement, their
readiness to be ruled by military leaders, their fondness for
ornament and art, their gaiety, fl kleness, and amorousness,
they are thorough Kelts such as their ancestors have been
in all ages : bu in the sober devoutness of a large maps of
the people, in their seriousness, in their personal sensitive-
ness and parsons' independence, in th,ir spirit of sceptical
inquiry and the thoroughness of their scientific res arch,
they are Teutons, while their wonderful talent for organisa-
tion and their tendency to centralisation are Roman. Still,
with all this, and much more which might ingeniously be
worked out of inherited qua" ties, one feels .we no more de-
scribe the great French nation than a man of genius is de-
scribed by picturing his forefathers. The French race
with its genius, its science, its grandeur, its faults which
are the scorn of mankind, its misfortunes which taint the
world, its magnificent past, its uncertain preseuz and mys-
terious future—is a unity—a new and living force entering
into the life of mankind, and henceforth as distinct as any
of the great races of antiquity,—Bruce's Races of the Old
World.

A DELICIOUS BUT PERNICIOUS ICE.—It 18 de-
scribed by Mr. Sala, in the new number of tilt-
Temple Bar magazine for August, as compounded by
putting a lump of frigid cream into a cup, sweetening it
d vac/PIM with the syrup, used here in lieu of loaf sugar, and
then pout ing some cold coffee into the ice. In a few minutes,
he says, the coffee and the cream amalgamate. The flavour
of the syrup is inexpressibly toothsome, and you fall into a
trance of beatitude, to wake up and find yourself wofully
bilious.