The Sun.
London, England, 1837-11-01 00:00:00

THE QUEEN.

BRIGHTON, TUESDAY.—The weather is delightful to-
day. At half-past two o'clock, the Queen, accompanied
by the Countess of Mulgrave, drove out of the south gates
in a pony phaeton, and proceeded through East-street to
the Cliffs. The Royal equipage was followed by another
phaeton, containing Lady Gardiner and Miss Dillon.
Colonel Cavendish attended her Majesty on horseback.
Her Majesty returned at four o'clock.
The Duchess of Kent, accompanied by Lady Mary Stop-
ford, took a carriage airing this afternoon at two o'cloCk.
Lieut.-General Sir Thomas M‘Malion, Mr. L. and Lady
Jane Peel, Colonel Jodrell, Lord and Lady John Russell,
the Hon. C. A. Murray, and the Hon. W. Cowper, dine
at the palace this evening,
Lord Melbourne has deferred his departure for town till
to-morrow morning.
Her Majesty honoured Sir David Wilkie with another
sitting this morning.
The Royal dinner party yesterday evening, by invitation,
comprised Lord and Lady Ashley, Hon. William Cowpe-,
Lady Frances Cowper, Colonel Jodrell, Hon. C. A. Mur-
ray, and Admiral Otway.
Lord John Russell will leave Brighton to-morrow morn-
ing for town. Lady Russell will not leave till Saturday.
Among our fashionable departures for town are t'..e Earl
of Sefton and family, and the Earl of Bandon and family.
The Dowager Countess of Rothes has returned to her
seat near Dorking.
Dr. Clarke arrived last night and joined the Royal suite.

MAGAZINE DAY•

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BLACKWOOD.
We mentioned the other day in our brief notice of
the " Quarterly Review" that the chief feature of Chris-
topher North's humour, was its unexpectedness; and
his article in -the present number of Maga, entitle(
3 Poetry by our new Contributor,' we find a sit3olar
illustration of the justice of our criticism :
" Let the scamew be thy guide up the glen, if ill the
de'
be in peace profounder than ever sat with her on
lull of summer waves ! For the inland loch seems but
a
vale overflowing with wondrous light—and realities the,
all look—these trees and pastures, and rocks, and hills, awl.
clouds—not softened images, as they are, of realities th!ll.t
are almost stern even in their beauty, and in their subli-
mity overawing ;—look at that precipice that dwindles into
pebbles the granite blocks that choke up the shore! No
all this, and a million times more than all this, have We tn.°
done in our Youth, and yet 'tis all nothing to what we d
whenever we will it in our Age. For almost all Mal Ig
passion ; spiritual passion indeed—and as all emotions aria
akin, they all work with and into one another's hands, o°'
however remotely related, recognise, and welcome one an();
thcr, like Highland cousins, whenever they meet. an
nation is not the Faculty to stand aloof from the rest, Duci
gives the one hand to Fancy and the other to Feelin, an
sets to Passion, who is often so swallowed up in himself ail
to seem blind to their vis-a-vis, till all at once he hags all
the Three, as 'jibe were demented, and as suddenly snri:
ing dos-a-dos—is off on a gallopade by himself right she
away over the mountain-tops."
Who would suppose that a passage like the oh°vc'
thoughtful, eloquent, and impassioned in its descrip-
tions, would terninate with a ludicrous allusion to $
grotesque ball-room gallopade ? But the k
article
'fillf
question is full of these sudden " quips and cras
humor—these odd turns and jostlings of thog,ht---
which come upon us at the very moment of all other 9
when we least expect them. The poetical specimens
which Kit North so amusingly introduces to our
notice, arc some of them very beautiful. We elj
tract a few stanzas from a poem entitled " The pen.-
tent," which from its stern, vigorous, Rerribran'dt-hke
colouring, is worthy to take rank beside Crabbes " Sir

Eustace Gray :"
.. There comes a thought at dead of night,
And bids the shapes of sleep be gone,
A Thought that's more than Thought,
a sight
On which the sun has never shone.
A pale, stern face, and sterner far,
Because it is a woman's face;
It gleams a waning, worn-out star,
That once was bright with morning grace.
An icy image calm and cold,
The sprite of vanished hours it seems;
It brings to me the times of old,
That look like, but that are not, dreams.
It brings back sorrows long gone by,
And folly stained not washed with tears"
Years fall away like leaves, and die,
And life's bare bony stem appears.

Repentance clothes in grass and flowers
The grave wherein the Past is laid;
And close to Faith's old minster towers,
The Cross lights up the ghostly shade."
The lines which we have marked in Italics are hia
the true spirit of poetry. The Latin epistle
her "'ll'of
Amicum Cantabrigiensem," is an imitation rat
Horace than Ovid. It affects his graceful neggl
gencc of versification—we allude, of course, to his '',a‘
tires, not his Odes—but not, we think, successfulo
for effort is visible throughout. " Malibran," by
mons, is a striking poem, but penned in rather T;
exaggerated a strain. Had the author been chauntingd
th
praises of St. Cecilia herself, he could not have pitchc
his note in a loftier key. The ingenious diatribe' ClePd
c t
" The No-Patronage Government," convinces usl~illsClef ha
the art of manufacturing mountains out of
mole-
is by no means so difficult a one as we had imagin i;
Throughout this plausible tirade the writer "spins t 1.5
the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of hi
argument"—a defect of by no means uncommon °•e;
currence among ultra-Tory politicians. The aecnn
of the " Trip to Calais " is written in the lively And
amusing manner of Fielding's " Trip to Lisbon,
turns the veriest trifles to account with nearly cirri.
ingenuity. " A little wayon," says the Tourist, ""
beheld a dog, apparently of the terrier breed ; and, hee:
ing something of a naturalist, I felt a great desire '-
ascertain whether it would bark with a French accent'
or not. For this purpose I followed it in its peregri.;
nations, and presently had the good fortune to lior if
utter a short, sharp bark, precisely after the manner It
an English dog. This I carefully noted, and wio
maintain against all gainsayers." This is a gra"
ironical joke, worthy of that exceeding wag who once ;h.
pressed his astonishment that he had never yet met whin,
a waiter who " combined the magniloquence of °
son, with the attic salt of Addison." Of a surety;
the " Trip to Calais" is the production of that virtnesii
and venerable sage, O'Doherty. " Circassia " 15.,10
admirable paper, and put forth • at a most seasoinwer
period. It lays bare the despotism and tresch..,:r
of Russia, and unhesitatingly predicts that, with all her
finesse, and all her multitudinous armies, she Will 'leg.
be able to subjugate the provinces of the Cane°
" The Word We Live In," contains, as usual, Ilia of
pungent and caustic remarks on the passing topics id,
the day. " The Story of Bab-ey-buk " is well Zre
though it might have been curtailed here and
with advantage. " Homer, the Favourite of 11"..lesi
is a translation from a German criticism on the PTA
father of poetry. It is too obscure in some places'
throughout, far too much is made of the subject'

NEW Ai aN T lILY MAGAZINE.
The " Gurney Papers" are rather heavy this 01°I'til'
butde
doge
easHHeou
km e; sometimesaL ife ih ntohdes,
)Vast,"w shouldhy
by Mr. (213,1,76
contains some stirring and graphic descriptions. "-
writer's regrets that he could .never by anY P°ssib:o
catch sight of a petticoat in Turkey, for " 'twas man
everywhere," are expressed in a spirit of chivehe
that would have thrown Burke into extacies. in .1 i 0
" Recollections of Guy Fawkes," which is Pe"net
c s most vigorous manner, we have been
J srrold' strucl‘
• ht of 1
with one thought, which is too good to be lost Sig ,A
_cc When the full-grown thief is hanged, do we
_findnot
sometimes forget that he was the child of miserY
?
vice—born for e gallows, nursed for the haltfrolit.
Did we legislate)
a • little more for the cradle,....7rrs is
we not be spared some pains for the hulks?" I.strate
well said, and should be logged by every magi ~, is
in the kingdom. 'r he " Manager's Note 13°°1‘ $
amusing. Among other curious matters, it conti',ine, 0
who, Qrrita?
letter from the well-known actor " Gentleman i•-/- les
1 0 b"'
' Surface in the " School for Scandal," and w "s ad,
it may be remembered, was the original Char
ing eloped with a certain beautiful actress, thus
dressed himself on the subject to his wife :----
" Ina public journal of the 31st of Nay, 17,7LliestIte:
inserted this :—. The following is said to be part o'elop.
ment with a beautiful actress :—" '
written by a gentleman to his wife, previous t his___rt
My dear Lovssc_...ea at
and I have long lived happy together, and be e_inulin the
this very moment I love you more than anY. °lam goivg
world. When you hear of the little excurstov
.As a sudden
to make with Mrs. ll—, be not alarmed 'ad
impulse of passion which I own I have not h
ntrencinint:
to resist. There is something so bewitchingsoal:
tious ; bur!
ing in beauty, that it baffles our strongest re..,_u mot 1;3_0
it is an infatuation that will soon be over. !"dechtre, plat
don me this one slip, and believe me when hurry to,
treeinto
though a momentary gust of passion maY,,._;t„ and
....
trifling indiscretions, I never can find real
dear L°
you'
happiness but in your arms. I am, my ae
ever affectionate." ithout exeeli:"
If this document be authentic, it is, vy tleoan
, -TQ-,o ,i gentler
.. $
tion, the most original we ever read. ,-, have heel.
• It must l„lg.
could possibly have written it-
sentimental scamp of the host "Pr°Vnetts cO-'ll°—°l36
Alpine Sketches," by Grattan, is arrant
contillaiii:
junole" is a
place. The " Great *estern t, . hlve bee
which ` but
tion of those racy Sporting Papers,
so deservedly admired. The article
on the contrary, increases in interest.
doesono.th felei_j'ivi.vg

l3elli" is a curious notice of a scarce old work, after
oar manner of Robinson Crusoe, descriptive of the
101.1 S
maritime adventures of an old seaman, named
Falconer' " Midnight at Madame T.'s" is a liu-
il
wl°oloos article, suggested by a visit to Tussaud's
a "-work Exhibition. " The Lives of Brown, Jones,
lid Robinson," by Jerrold, is completed. It conveys
a
valuable moral, though not, perhaps, in the most
Pleasant manner, and will bear le-publication. We
Mu,°te the following stanzas, which are from the pen of
iss Landoll :
" Ah, surely there arc moments when thy heart
Must think of her it has so coldly ban'shed ;
Does not my image to thy memory start,
Though all that made its earlier charm be I anisbcd?
Do You not think of me sometimes at night,
When the dark hours are passing still and lonely,
The pale stars watching with their dreamy light,
And thou art with thy -own hushed thoughts left only ?
Do they not bring me back? Dust thou not say,
~Perhans this very moment she is weeping
'Llese bitter tears that pride subdues by day,
To wet the pillow that I keep from sleeping
Does the still midnight waken no remorse,
1, I'l, 0 pity for the misery of thy making ?
a'se as thou art—l could not wish thee worse
Than one sad midnight of my own awaking.
I hear thy voice, I look within thine eyes,—
Then start to think it is but an illusion;—
False as thy promise, fleeting as the ties
That bound me to thee with such vain delusion.
Then I recall thy words and looks, and think,
1-101 r could they wear such true, such tender seeming ?
I think till I can bear no more, and shrink,
And mock myself for all this idle dreaming.
new many words of thine I now recall,
Scarce noticed at the time when they were spoken ;
Alas ! how true love fondly treasures all
The slightest things, like some heart precious token.
I wish I could forget them—for they keep
, Calm from my waking hours—rest from my pillow,
Like those uncertain restless winds that sweep,
Rising with their perpetual strife, the billow.",

BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY.
.rllfrom certain unequivocal indications in the " Oliver
ti 'lst" of this month, we find that Boz has been ap-
trint:', himself diligently to the perusal Of Fielding's
"els, which we are glad to see, for in the depart-
ment of literature which he has chosen, he will find
°ne who will be of such benefit to him, by dis-
atill'ing his fancy, and maturing his judgment, as the
410 r of that prose epic " Tom Jones,"—the only
tic Which Gibbon ever praised with enthusiasm, and
tie chlie more than once refers to, in his epigramma-
notes to the " Decline and Fall." The subjoined
?,tract is nearly, if not quite, as good in its way, as
y„e,:uing's sketch of the pompous puppet-show man.
life,'ts no mere copy, but a transcript fresh from the
liouMer. Bumble emerged at early morning from the work-
-4 48tePs, up the High-street. He was in the full bloom
114, pride of beadleism ; his cocked hat and coat were
wit-izt"'"F in the morning sun, and he clutched his cane
tu all the vigorous tenacity of health and power. Mr.
always carried his head high, but this morning it
as Blither than usual ; there was an abstraction in his
ev
and an elevation in his air, which might have warned
he:ibservant stranger that thoughts were passing in the
,le's mind too great for utterance.
atur";• Bumble stopped not to converse with the small
heP-4eopers and others who spoke to him deferentially as
witr,43sed along. He merely returned their salutations
A ." a wave of his hand, and relaxed not in his dignified
tjl‘ee until he reached the farm where Mrs. Maim tended
e infant paupers with a parish care.
kt: brat that beadle !" said Mrs. Mann, hearing the well-
hi impatient shaking at the garden gate. "If it isn't
o_T at this time in the morning !—Lank, Mr. Bumble,
11Y think of its being you! Well, dear me, it is a plea-
Nre this is ! Come into the parlour, sir, please."
The first sentence was addressed to Susan, and the ex-
clamations of delight were spoken to Mr. Bumble as the
:4(1 lady unlocked the garden gate, and showed him with
treat attention and respect into the house.
Mrs. Mann," said Mr. Bumble,—not sitting upon, or
I:°l3Ping himself into a scat, as any common jackanapes
Ould but letting himself gradually and slowly down into a
Mrs. Mann, ma'am, good morning !"
" Well and good morning to you, sir," replied Mrs.
14411 n, with many smiles ; " and hoping you find yourself
ell, sir %"

" A porochial

lice". So-so, Mrs. Mann," replied the beadle.
is not a bed of roses, Mrs. Mann."
Ab, that it isn't indeed, Mr. Bumble," rejoined the
teY'r • And all the infant paupers might have chorused
e"mder with great propriety if they had heard it.
ing
A norochinl life, ma'am" continued Mr. Bumble, strik-
tio table
with his cane," is a life of worry, and vexa-
n' and hardihood ; but all public characters, as I must
gay
must suffer prosecution."
ca Meg' Alarm, not very well knowing what the beadle
• nt, raised her hands with a look of sympathy, and
" I"! You we may 11sigh, Mrs. M nn " said the beadle.
a
reeating she had done right., Mrs.
.Mann sighed again,,.
,peatlY to the satisfaction of the public character, w
ceo—essing a complacent smile by looking sternly at his
eked lint, said,
rs• Mann I am a going to London."
'lnk, Mr. 'Bumble i" said Mrs. Mann, starting back.
1;1:1'0 London, ma'am," resumed the inflexible beadle,
4,Coach ; A legal
I, and two paupers, Mrs. Mann.
ah !' Is coming on about a settlement, and the board has
bi-ernted
" me, Mrs. Mann—to depose to the matter
mgeh" the quarter-sessions at Clerkinwell ; and I very
question," added Mr. Bumble, drawing himself up,
4111 ether the Clerkinwell Sessions will not find themselvesl
the wrong box before they have done with me."
kril Oh You mustn't be too hard upon them, sir," said
Billann coaxingly.
tely ,
Clerkinwell Sessions have brought it upon them-
Welles' 'mean)," replied Mr. Bumble ; " and if the Clerkin-
they Sessions find that they come off rather worse than
telnected, the Clerkinwell Sessions have only them-
esto thank."
tiboi,nere was so much determination and depth of purpose
himmenacing manner in which Mr. Bumble delivered
awed of these words, that Mrs. Mann appeared quite
i Ptt
°Y them. At length she said,
usual 're going by coach, sir ? I thought it was always
o send them paupers in carts."
t`That's when they 're ill, Mrs. Mann," said the beadle.
tt,e4_l3llt the sick paupers into open carts in the rainy
prevent their taking cold."
4, VI said Mrs. Mann.
them he opposition coach contracts for these two, and takes
ver euean," said Mr. Bumble. " They arc both in a
qiNt low
state, and we find it would conic two pound
throw' e.r to move 'em than to bury 'em,—that is, if we can
abhle t ern upon another parish, which I think we shall be
qtrZad,o,haif,„they don't die upon the road to spite us.
•
the
e old Jew Fagin, with his black heart and fawn-
theirle, is another admirable sketch, full of quiet
nt'rY' "or must we omit to mention Cruickshank's
att of him, which is by far the best thing he ever
tot, The Wretch's leering, vet frightful expression of
qad alice, is enough to make one's blood curdle.
tirek,ll Coleridge seen it, it would have haunted him in
81 8 for months—perhaps
years. The " Codes-
lIIP of an Elderly Gentleman"—a somewhat trite
it --sets out tamely and prosily, but improves as
Prose
'l%O eeds• The denouement shows much comic
INlEtri; " jy Father's old Hall" is a pleasing
he swie,m the pen of Mrs. Cornwell Wilson. Darbv
ton NI .1 is amusing reading enough, but there is
411 tho, e 1 of " A Few Enquiries," in which the
`''ter asking his reader if he has seen certain
Ctla Of nature, which he specifics in whimsical
to him--
it blest thy lot has been—
(/' sew Y' ''Cost a deal you must have seen, j
1"
eap,it4 "e imitation of one of Moore 's early 1,1. x
tititlestion' where the poet, after addressing the same
tYlt, t 0 the reader, concluees precisely in the same
s follows •
" "Y°ll
me,e
see:,haaltl
atbdiseaalnd more—
I, 90(1 blessvyou've seen 1"
1.1,441 Y we. haPter on Vidows" is smartly and ingeni-
-16 rittei
„;",4kule We say this, even with Elia's essay on
etw"eetions'emPting arid buxom theme haunting our re-
;,,lcePtioi, The " Adventures of a Tale" is a good
th's• Norio well worked out. The writer is the Hon.
It:Ayyrites"' who appears to write prose as well as
tittls whVerSe.
Legends of the Tory Islanders,
ts..l eh and why the Devil invented Brandy," arc
04ftra,.,vag,hrizeanS of broad farcical humour. The last
eat k' ' particular, might split the sides even
3 hYPochondriac—Mr. Glowry. The

" Frorc'► Captain's Story," is of the avetage order of
Alagaz'ne fictions.

TAIT'S EDINBURGH MAGAZINE.
Sin:phin and Marshall.

Our honest Radical Contemporary, " Tait," has
adopted a course at once novel and impartial this
month. He has, instead of his usual introductory po-
litical article, substituted a production from the pen
of a leading Whig, who has undertaken the solution
of the ques'ion—" What ought the Whigs to do ?"
as applied to the business of the country in the en-
suing Session of Parliament. "In deference to the
judgment of more timid Reformers," observes our Con-
temporary, " and in proof of our good-will to the Go-
vernment, and anxious desire to see it maintained
upon the only ground that is longer tenable, we wish
to show Ministers what those among their best friends,
who are capable of looking before them, consider ne-
cessary to their stability. We have, therefore, deemed
it advisable, on this occasion, to let a leading Whig
speak for us, and tell his friends, the Ministers, what
course they ought to pursue. By his position, our
Whig contributor belongs to the aristocratical section
of the party. We wish we could believe that he
si:eaks the sentiments of that section. But he certainly
has expressed the wishes of that far larger division of
the Whigs which includes those merchants, trades-
men, and members of the learned professions, who
are still unwilling to renounce their old party desiga-
tion, although they have become something more'
than mere Whigs.'" This is liberality in the truest
sense of the term—liberality of which it were well if
the Radical organs were practically to prove their ad-
miration. Whigs and Radicals who have the self-
same object in view—who agree as to the end, and
are only divided in opinion respecting the means of
its accomplishment—cannot do better than follow
Mr. Tait's example. What then would this aristo-
cratic Ministerial Mentor recommend his friends to do?
Hear himself on the subject :
" Let them act honestly to the people, and resolutely
against the enemies of the people, in the great struggle
which is now making by the people to procure beneficial
self-government for themselves ; by which we mean a
wholesome controul over every department of the State,
and a thorough reformation of every abuse in every depart-
ment. We, for our parts, are so persuaded of the honesty
of the Queen, as well as of her liberality and intelligence,
that we are convinced that no Minister, who is not thus
honestly the people's Minister, could long enjoy her confi-
dence. This we assert, in the firm belief that Victoria !
most propitious name the people's Queen, in fact, as
well as in mere designation ; and, if we should be deceived
in the truth of this supposition, woe indeed would it, alas !
be to herself, as well as to the people of these realms. But
we are determined to hold that we have augured rightly
regarding her Majesty ; and, if we have done so, we may
safely say the people that they have nothing to fear. And,
then, as to Lord Melbourne, in whose honesty we are dis-
posed to place implicit reliance, we beg to remind him that,
if we have guessed rightly regarding the Queen, he has no
longer to sail against the wind of Royal opinion, but that
it has now turned in his favour, and that he will be borne
on by both it and the tide of popular opinion ; so that it
will be his own fault if he does not make way, notwith-
standing all the Tory rocks and shoals, and adverse flows,
with which his navigation may be beset. We are fully
and most anxiously alive to all the difficulties which he has
had, and which he will still have to deal with. We arc
not among those who expect that he or his colleagues can
work impossibilities ; but they, may at least take their own
line of action. Hitherto we think that they have been too
sedulously attentive to the spicing and flavouring of their
measures to please the Tory palate, as if they had altoge-
ther forgotten that all such trouble might have been spared,
seeing that nothing that they could produce, however ex-
cellent in itself, could meet with the approval of that very
detestable faction. Let Lord Melbourne, and his Liberal
companions in office, bring forward good measures, and let
these measures be of the full strength necessary to make
them efficient, without the least regard to the consideration
whether they arc likely to be palatable or unpalatable to
the Conservative Hanoverian band ; and, depend upon it,
the Duke of Wellington, and the more patriotic among the
recusant Peers, will speedily begin to perceive the peril into
which the peace of the country and the general safety are
thrown, by their pertinacious hostility to every possible ame-
lioration of our condition. It will be then withdrawn—the
march of improvement will recommence, and it will thence-
forth go on to move steadily, temperately, and irresistibly
forwards."

Such arc the opinions of a Whig aristocrat, and such,
according to the testimony of Tait, arc the con-
victions of a majority of the respectable and intelli-
gent middle classes. Most unquestionably they arc
ours, nor have we omitted an opportunity of giving
expression to them since the appointment of Lord
Melbourne to the Premiership. The Whigs are only
weak because they are timid ; and if they would re-
tain the reins of Government, they have only to dare to
realise the just expectations of the people. The longer
humbuggification of Ireland must not be thought of—
the Ballot must be granted—the franchise must be
lowered—Church-rates must be abolished—the Irish

tithe system must be put an end to—and the Corpora-
tion Bill must be passed, if Ministers intend to ob-
viate a moral and physical convulsion, which will
prove fatal to the existing constitution of the House of
Lords. The " Carmen Inaugurale," humbly inscribed
to the Committee of the Wellington Statue, is very
clever, but outrageously severe. Moore never wrote

lines more caustic. Amon°. the " Books of the
Season," we have pleasant anecdotical Reviews of
" Roscoe's Wanderings in South► Wales," " Syria
and the holy Land illustrated," " Heath's Pic-
turesque Annual," " Fisher's Drawing-Room Scrap-
book," the " Christmas Library," and " Finder:3
Tablerux”—all of which have been noticed in the
columns of The Sun. " Terry-Alt Tactics," No.
111., vividly reminds us of some of the most popular
productions of Banim. Thcre is a terseness and im-
pressiveness about the style, which contrasts admirably
with the sugar-plumb essays of less vigorous intellects.
There is a good article on Canada ; and a still better

one on the important subject of " National versus
State Education," in which the opinions of Mr. Wyse,
M.P. for Waterford, Osmond de Beauvoir Priaulx,
Victor Cousin, Frederick Hill, and Henry Dunn are
respectively canvassed. Altogether the Number is a
particularly good one—varied, instructive,: gossipping
and interesting.