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

THE SUN, LONDON, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 1837.

never did nothing but when he couldn't help it ; he was as
lazy as a dormus, and as blind as a howl. if the plate was
dirty, Jim never touched it until the day it was wanted, and
the same he did by the glas : you might go into his pantry,
and see dozens on 'em with the water (he drcnk up all the
wind) which had been left in 'em since last dinner party.
How such things could be allowed in a house, I don't
know ; it only shelved that Smigsmag was an easy master,
and that Higgs, the butler, didn't know his bisniss.
" Well, the day kem for the sek'nd party. Lazy Jim's
plate was all as dutty as pos'bil, and his whole work to do ;
he cleaned up the plate, the glas, and every think else, as
he thought, and set out the trays and things on the side-
board. Law, Jim, you jackass,' cried out the butler, at
half-past seven, jist as the people was a cornett down to din-
ner ; you've forgot the washand basins.
" Jim spun down into his room,—for he'd forgotten 'em,
sure enough ; there they were, however, on his shelf, and
full of water : so he brought 'em up, and said nothink ; but
gev 'em a polishin wipe with the ta►l of his coat.
" Down kern the company to dinner, and set to it like
good uns. The society was reg'lar distangy (as they say) :
there was the Duke of Haldersgit, Lord and Lady Barbi-
kin, Sir Gregory Jewin, and Lady Suky Smithfield, asides
a lot of commontators. The dinner was removed, and the
bubble and squcakers (as I call'em) put down ; and all the
people began a washin themselves, like any think.
Whrrrrr P went Lady Smigsmag ; Cloocloocloocloo-
phizz !' says Lady Barbikin ; Goggleoggleoggleblrraw !'
says Jewin (a very fat g'n'l'm'n) ; Blobblobgob !' began
his Grace of Haldersgit, who has got the widest mouth in
all the pecridge, when all of a sudden he stopped, down
went his wishand-basin, and he gev such a piercing shriek !
such a bust of agony as I never saw, except when the
Prince sees the ghost in Hainlick : down went his basin,
and up went his eyes ; I really thought he was going to
vomick
" I rushed up to his Grace, squeeging him in the shoul-
ders, and pattinc, him on the back. Every body was in
alarm ; the Duke as pale as hashes, grinding his teeth,
frowning, and making the most frightful extortions : the
ladis were in astarix ; and I observed Lazy Jim leaning
against the sideboard, and looking as white as chock.
" I looked into his Grace's plate, and, on my honour as
a g'n'l'm'n, among the amins and reasons, there was two rows
of TEETH !

" ' Law !—Heavens !—what !—your Grace !—is it pos-
sible,' said Lady Smigsmag, putting her hand into the
Duke's plate. Dear Duke of Aldersgate !as I live, they
are my lost teeth !'
" Flesh and bind coodn't stand this, and I bust out
laffin, till I thought I should split ; a footman's a man, and
as impregnable as hany other to the ridiklous. I bust, and
every body bust after me—lords and ladies, duke and but-
ler, and all—every body excep Lazy Jim.
" Would you blieve it ? He hadn't cleaned out the
glasses, and the company was a washin themselves in second-
hand water, a frrtnit old!
" I don't wish to insinuate that this kind of thing is
general ; only people had better take warnin by me and
Mr. Skeleton, and wash thcirselves at home. Lazy Jcames
was turned off the nex morning, took to drinkin and evil
habits, and is now, in consiquints, a leftenant-general in the
Axillary Legend."

The other articles are more than usually heavy and
common-place. There is one on the war in Spain,
which we take to be from the pen of Mr. Walton.
The following sketch of the Infante Don Sebastian,
is the only thing in it which we have not read an
hundred times either in the pamphlets of that gentle-
man, or in one or other of the Carlist newspapers :
" Don Sebastian Gabriel, of Bourbon and Braganza,
was born Nov. 4, 1811. He is grand prior of St. John.
He was married by procuration April 7, and in person May
25, 1832, to the Princess Maria Amelia, daughter of Fran-
cis 1., King of the Two Sicilies. This lady is sister of the
(so styled) Queen Regent (Christina) of Spain. He is ra-
ther beneath the middle height ; but, although a dwarf in
stature, a giant in valour, integrity, and patriotism. his
countenance is most intelligent, and would be decidedly
handsome, but a peculiar cast in the right eye, rendered
more observable from the lustre and brilliancy of the other ;
his figure is good, evincing great activity, and capability of
undergoing fatigue ; he is a bold and good horseman, and,
when attended only by his personal staff, his movements are
so rapid as shortly to leave many of them in the rear ; his
manners are highly polished, happily blending the Prince
with the gentleman. He is beloved by his own household ;
the inference, therefore, is, that his disposition is amiable
and kind : it may, indeed, with truth be said of him, that
lie possesses the suariter ire moth) ; it is to be hoped he will
be equally as successful in the ji)rtiter in re.
" Don Sebastian is, notwithstanding, a man of fiery tem-
perament, and the implacable foe of the English. To the
influence which himself and the Bishop of Leon possess
over the mind of Don Carlos, it may be attributed that the
extreme severity of the Durango decree has not long ago
been mitigated, or, probably, rescinded. The King him-
self, a man of most humane disposition, is eager to spare
the unnecessary effusion of blood ; and the known opinion
of Casa Eguia, Villa Real, and others, incline to mercy ;
but the Prince and Prelate are inexorable upon the point.
It is to be hoped,however,that as the remnant of the Eng-
lish Legion is now distant from the scene of operations, and
apart from infuriating contact, a more Christian-like spirit
may influence the Royal councils, and the amiable bias of
Don Carlos overcome all further opposition to his wishes
on this head."

The article on " Emigration and the United States"
contains a mass of very valuable information, though
in a form far from the most inviting. The " Sacri-
fice" is pretty, but we have too much " of that sort of
thing" already. The Whig " Non-Intervention" is a
powerful attack on the foreign policy of Lord Pal-
merston—an attack not undeserved were its object to
ridicule the Noble Foreign Secretary for so long refus-
ing to send a force into Spain to establish the Consti-
tution of 1837. The other articles arc less import-
ant, and may be passed over without notice. As a
whole the Number is heavy—much heavier than usual.

" little Harry Bertram" and his old preceptor the
" Dominic," after their fifteen year's separation, con-
tains no touch of nature superior to the waving of the
hat, and the " three vehement cheers" of the unsophis-
ticated old coachman ! It warms the heirt like a cor-
did. The consummate, professional assurance of the
knavish attorney Fogg, is also well pourtrayed in the
scene where, on meeting with Mr. Pickwick, after he
has cast him in prison for the costs of a law-suit, he
addresses him with " Dear me, Mr. Pickwick ! Well,
I thought I knew the face !" The impudence dis-
played in this " thought" is unrivalled. It amounts
almost to genius. Quite as excellent is the logical in-
ference of the elder Weller, that his legal adviser, Mr.
Solomon Pell, must be profoundly versed in the law,
because he " is the very best judge of a horse you
ever knowed 1" With this brief notice we bid adieu
to our Cockney Quixote Pickwick, and his Sancho,
Sam \Yeller ;

" And when they next come forth again,
May we be there to sec."

THE MONTHLY. Sherwood and Co.

We do not greatly admire the address to the Queen
with which the November Number of our old favou-
rite the " Monthly" opens. It wants terieness,
vigour, and point. Neither can we comprehend the
writers's object in addressing her Majesty at such an
insufferable length, at a time when she must neces-
sarily have plenty to do to note the progress of the
preparations making to receive her at Guildhall. So
considerate arc we in this respect, that we would not
think of troubling her Majesty about the reprieve
of a criminal, were one sentenced to be hanged next
week, while so important a body as a Worshipful En-
tertainment Committee is in grave deliberation within
the jurisdiction of the Lord Mayor. The other
articles, however, arc more to the purpose, and are
in the main, very interesting. The " Tableaux from
Sporting Life," contains some capital anecdotes of the
characters who frequent Tattersall's. " A Ramble in
Paris by Night" introduces us at once into some of
the liveliest society in the French metropolis. In the
space of half an hour we have visited the Literary
Clubs, the Theatres, the Cafis ; and know more of
" life in Paris" than we would by an actual residence
of some six months in the Place Vendome. We select

the only episode in the article as an extract. It is
given as the simple relation of a fact of recent oc-

currence :

" I will not here speak of those privations and sufferings
which the unfortunate dramatist is often necessitated to
submit to—nor of those nights passed in labour—nor of
those days marked by hunger and want—nor of those dis-
appointments which it is the lot of every author to encounter
—nor of those difficulties he is condemned to combat
against. I will simply relate the affecting and tragical end
of two young men who destroyed themselves in despair, in
disgust, in the midst of disappointed hopes, in an excess
of cowardice or false heroism, or in a moment of tem-
porary derangement—a tale which I shall repeat as I told
it to my companion Duclin, while we sauntered up the
Boulevard des Italiens—a tale that was recalled to my
memory by the sight of the crowds thronging opposite the
doors of the Varietes.
" Victor Escousse and Auguste Lebras were two
young authors, who formed a literary partnership, and
composed their plays together. A few days after the
representation of their first essay in the dramatic world,
an article appeared in the Journal des Dcbais, signed
J. J., which traced for the authors a horoscope full of
promise and future renown. Encouraged by the flattering
review of their mutual work, a review that was written by
the first of French critics, in the first of French journals,
the two young men dreamt of nothing but happiness, suc-
cess, fortune, and fame. Too much adulation turned their
heads, and impeded the progressive improvement of their
infant faculties. They renewed their labours, and com-
posed a piece entitled " Pierre III.," which was played at
the Theatre Francais, and completely failed, the public
having given Escousse and Lebras a favourable trial in a
second effusion, and expressed their disappointment in terms
so unequivocal, that the young authors became disgusted
with their judges and the decision of the critics. They
however again appeared before that severely-thinking
world, and produced " Paul," which was enacted at the
theatre on the Place de la Bourse, and" Remond," which
was performed at the Gait 6. They both failed on the
same evening ; and if you had that night chanced to have
entered the caf6 de la Porte Saint Martin, you would have
seen two young men seated at a table, their countenances
pale, their shouts of laughter wild, feverish, and convulsive.
They were dressed in mean attire ; they bad expected that
the next morning would have amended their fortunes ; but
all their hopes were blighted in the bud. Those two young
men were Victor Escousse and Auguste Lebras. They
were proud—they were gentlemen—they were in want—
and they disdained the idea of accepting from the hands of
charity that which they could not procure by their own
united talents. Lebras had the soul and the sentiments of
a poet ; but his talent had not ripened. His aims were be-
yond his capacities ; his flights were on Icarian wings, that
the sun would dissolve in the boldness of his ascent. In the
midst of the deepest distress, he had endeavoured from day
to day to prolong an existence that hope had alone rendered
endurable ; and now that hope was destroyed—that antici-
pation was unrealized—that himself and his friend were
doomed to drink the bitter cup of defeat and indigence to
its very dregs, he could bear no more. And he said to
Escousse, in the morning after the failure of their two plays,
Let us no longer buoy ourselves up with vain and futile
hopes, but let us terminate a wretched existence!' And
Escousse replied, ' Yes—let us die—and die together !'
Their terrible design was put into execution. Escousse felt
himself too weak in mind and purpose to die alone—
Lebras was unable to live alone. The tragical end of
these really promising young men is well known—they
perished in each other's arms like two faithful friends, and
terminated a miserable existence in the convulsions of
asphixy."
The " State of Music in England.' is worthy of

the notice of all who take a deep interest in the culti-
vation of that delightful science. It is written by one
to whom the details of the subject are perfectly fami-
liar. The article on the " Life and Writings of Con-

fucius" is too metaphysical to be popular with the
great bulk of modern readers. The literary notices
are very numerous, and in general very well written.
The Number is neither deficient in talent nor general
interest.

THE DUBLIN- UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE.
Simpkin and Marshall.
A heavy Number, occasioned principally by dull
Reviews, and twaddling diatribes on the prospects of
the country under the present Government. We have
a chapter of " College Romance," but it is by no '
means equal to those which have preceded it. In
fact, it is a hackneyed repetition of the one good idea
which the author started at first ; and which we hailed
at the time as one of the best things that had appeared
for many months. The present chapter is entitled the
" Duel," from which we extract the most stirring pas-
sage. The cause of mortal strife is a lady :
A few minutes more brought us to the ground. Mr
Leeson and his second were there before us ; and a third.
person, whom I recognised as the gentleman to whom I
had attributed the office of dog-stealer. Mr. Leeson had
brought no surgeon. By this time the light was clear
enough for all our purposes. The gentleman who was to
act as Mr. Leeson's second stepped out to Major Williams—
" You have taken proper precautions—a professional
gentleman, I presume," said he, in a tone that seemed to
imply that his friend had no need of such precautions.
" I have done all, Sir," said the veteran, " that I
thought right," with a dignified tone.
" Very probably," said the other, drily.
" We are now ready for business," said the Major, in
a tone approaching to haughtiness.
" Quite," replied the other in a voice of imperturbable
composure.
They moved a little farther from their principals to set-
tle preliminaries.
" Twelve paces," said Mr. Leeson's second, with an ap-
pearance of sang froid.
" No, Sir," said the Major sternly.
" It's the usual distance."
" I believe, Sir," said the Major, " the challenged
party has a right to some discretion ; I wish fifteen."
The other retired to consult his principal ; they talked
a while in visible agitation.
The Major eyed them with a look of which the scorn
was not concealed.
" Major Williams," said the other, returning, "my
friend seeks satisfaction for an outrageous insult—the dis-
tance you propose is too great. '
" Then, Sir," said the Major, "you can have no objce-
tion to nine

I felt my blood run cold.
" It would be little better than murder," said the other.
" Nine, Sir," taking no notice of what he said, said the
Major ; " you have refused fifteen ; I am anxious, on the
part of my friend, to give you every satisfactiol."
After some few words, the ground was measured at nine
paces. When Mr. Leeson was placed, he became deadly
pale—his coat was open, so as to expose a p irt of his beet:
on his breast. He attempted to button it, but his hand
trembled so violently that he could not. The dog-stealor
remarked it, and buttoned it for him.
The seconds loaded the pistols, and handed each to his
respective friend. Some few words had previously passed
between Major Williams and Charles, at which I moved off.
that I might not overhear. He now handed him his pistol,
and we all moved off. _

The word was given—there was first one report—al
instant after the other. I trembled to look round—l heard
some one exclaim, with an oath, " he's killed." I looked
towards the spot where Charles stood, certain that my eyes
would be blasted by the sight of his bleeding corpse. But
he stood, just in the attitude in which he had fired. Op-
posite to him, his friends had raised up his unfortunate
antagonist.
I ran towards him. Our surgeon was beside him—the
wounded man had his hand upon his left side, indicating the
direction that the ball had taken. He had opened up his
coat and waistcoat to search for the wound—the ball had
carried in a portion of his dress into the wound. The sur-
geon shook his head.
The dying man perceived it. " I know it," he cried ;
" I'm done—damn it—l wanted his blood, and he has
mine—damn him," he cried as he clenched his fist. " Nine
paces—it should have been three—then we would have
gone together—damn that mad banshe—damn you all," he
roared with a fiendish energy. A few more terrible impre-
cations, a few gnashes of his teeth, and that ferocious spirit
had passed away."
The " Confessions of Harry Lorrequer" are
amusing, but they sadly lack everything like origina-
lity. The best passage is the Veteran Colonel Kam-
worth's storming of Java, after having constituted the
sugar-basin fort Cornelius, the decanter of Port
the 'rail Tower towards the south-west angle, and the
walnuts four pieces of ordnance—hut which the light-
hearted guests were perpetually shifting in every
direction, to the great annoyance of the old warrior.
The " Departed" is full of true tenderness—of the
poetry of deep and genuine feeling.

THE UNITED SERVICE JOURNAL.
Colburn.

The biographical sketch of Captain Dampier is
concluded in this Number—which, taken altogether,
is a very interesting one. We heartily join in the re-
gret expressed by the writer of the " Wreck of the
St. Edelfonso, on the coast of China," that he was
not then arrived at an age to note more particularly

the manners and customs of the inhabitants of the
Celestial Empire. His sketch, however, is sufficiently
amusing to be read with pleasure. The anecdotes of
the " Drumstick Club," are kept up with great spirit
and success. The present Number is even better than
the last, because evincing throughout a greater know-
ledge of character, and of the springs of human ac-
tion. The " Barrack Department," is an article which
we seriously recommend to the perusal of the Right
Hon. the Secretary at War. The other Papers in this
Number are more directly addressed to retired officers
of the naval and military professions, to whom they
cannot fail to prove sources of great amusement.

ALEXANDER'S EAST INDIA MAGAZINE.
This is a better Number than usual, particularly as
regards the selection of the Colonial intelligence for
the month. " Desultory Political Thoughts" is a
good article in the abstract, but we hare found nothing
in it which can lay any claim to originality. The
" Appeal of the Society for the Abolition of Human
Sacrifices in India" is heart stirring in the extreme.
To us several of its details are quite new, though,
before reading it, we were persuaded that our know-
ledge of the customs of the (Mentalists was not likely
to be increased by the perusal of such documents.
There is a good article on the question "of Steam Com-
munication with India ; some clever remarks on the

dissatisfaction of the people of Lower Canada ; and a
rather severe censure passed upon the conduct of
Lord Glenelg, for recalling Sir Benjamin D'Urban
from the Governorship of the Cape of Good Hope.
The Reviews are few in number, but verb• well written.