The Sun.
London, England, 1837-06-05 00:00:00

ANOTHER ACCOUNT.

The intelligence of the refusal of the Directors of the Bank
of England to continue their assistance to the American
houses was received yesterday afternoon, before the arrival of
the London mail. It came by way of Birmingham, where
it had been received by express. The directors of the
Grand Junction Railway had, on the preceding day, made
their first experimental trip from Liverpool to Birmingham,
and started yesterday forenoon, via railway, on their return
to Liverpool, while two of them, who left the main body be-
hind, reached about four o'clock, and immediately made the
news public on 'Change. The effect, as may be supposed,
was great. The business of the day was nearly over when
the intelligence arrived. Still its influence was felt, in the
instantaneous cessation of all demand for cotton, which had
previously been remarkably brisk. Every mind was full of
fearful forebodings. Predictions of failures on the morrow
were rife. Some people, bolder than others, even went so
far as to name the houses which must inevitably stop. The
day has, however, passed over without a single failure and
even without a rumour, so far as it has had its origin here, of
any house being in difficulties.
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'he celebrated comedian Vernet appears at the
French Theatre to-ni:ht.

ELOPEMENT.--On Tuesday night Mr. T. Jer-
rems, the eldest son of the burgess constable of Gainsborough,
having a chaise in readiness outside the town, eloped with the
daughter of George Jepson, Esq., a young lady of great per-
sonal charms. They galloped through Brigg, crossed the
Humber at the New Holland ferry, having first locked up all
the oars and sculls to baffle pursuit, and at nine o'clock in the
morning they were married at Skulcoates. A brother and
uncle of the lady traced her, but arrived too late to prevent the
nuptial knot from being tied.—Lincoln Gazette.

LONDON AND BIRMINGHAM RAILWAY.—We
understand that a portion of this great undertaking will be
open to the public immediately. The line from London to
Watford, twenty-two miles, will be in operation in about three
weeks ; and from Birmingham to Rugby, thirty miles, in
October next.

CORONER'S INQUEST.— SUICIDE OF MR.
WALKER, SURGEON, OF PICCADILLY.—Saturday evening an
inquest was held on the body of the late Mr. George Walker,
surgeon, at his residenoe, 209, Piccadilly. Mr. John French,
surgeon, Marshall-street, St. James's, on Monday, was called
in to see Mr. Walker, when he found him labouring under
scarlet fever, and as it was usually attended by delirium he
mentioned to his friends to take care of him. On Tuesday
drceased was not worse, with the exception of an increased
irritation of the throat. On Wednesday the disease appeared
to have abated, only the deceased laboured under a depression
of spirits, and witness advised his friends to amuse him with a
newspaper. On Thursday he appeared better, but witness
was informed he had been singing that day, which was a thing
unknown with him. On the following morning witness called
between twelve and one o'clock, when he found the deceased
lying dead on the landing of his bedroom, with a small bottle
beside him. The bottle had contained prussic acid, with which
he had evidently destroyed himself. The jury expressed them-
selves perfectly convinced that the delirium arose from the di-
sease.—Verdict, " That the deceased destroyed himself from
the effect of prussic acid, while in a state of delirium, being
brought on by scarlet fever, under which he was labouring at
the time he took the poison."
LORD GREY.—Some favourable accidents have
thrown me more than I had a right to expect, in the circum-
st inces under which I have visited England, into the society of
the leading Whigs. At dinner, at Lord Grey's, I have met
Lord Holland, Lord Lauderdale, Lord John Russell, Lord
Dulicannon, Lord Althorp, Lord Durham, and many men of
less note, though all of the same way of thinking. Were it
permitted to relate what passes when one is admitted within
the doors of a private house, I could amuse you, beyond a ques-
tion, by repeating the conversation and remarks of men of whom
it is matter of interest to learn anything authentic, but neither
of us has been educated in a gossiping sckool. Still, without
violating propriety, I may give you some notions of my dis-
tinguished host. Lord Grey, notwithstanding his years, for
lie is no longer young, retains much of the lightness and grace
of a young man, in his form. He is tall, well-proportioned,
and I should think had once been sufficiently athletic, and
there is an expression of suavity and kindness in his face, that
report had not prepared me to see. He struck me as being as
little of an actor in society as any public man I have ever seen.
Simple and well• bred, such a man could hardly escape being ;
but in Lord Grey's simplicity, there is a nature one does not
always meet. He is not exactly as playful as Lord Holland,
who seems to be all bonhomie, but he sits and smiles at the
sallies of those enjoyed around him, as if he thoroughly them.
I thought him the man of the most character in his set, though
he betrayed it quietly, naturally, and, as it were, as if he could
11 not help it. The tone of his mind and of his deportment was
masculine. —"England," by Cooper, author of" The Pilot," 8, j.c.
CAPTAIN MARRYAT'S NEW NOVEL," SNARLEY
Yow; OR, THE DOG FIEND.".—The specimens which we have
seen of this forthcoming work lead us to expect in it a double
treat ; first, as a production including all the well-known cha-
racteristics of this admirable and (in his way) unequalled
writer—his inexhaustible fertility of invention—his perfect and
graphic truth of delineation—his deep and various knowledge
of human nature—and his unfailing humour and vivacity—
and, secondly, as an entirely new and original attempt to com-
bine with the above a species of strange and mysterious inte-
rest, which might almost seem incompatible with that reality
of effect which is the great and loading met it of Captain Mar-
ryat's productions. Whether the sequel to the tale of " Snarley
Yow" will bear out the extraordinary and novel kind of inte-
rest excited in the opening chapters, remains to be seen.
MADAME LAVALETTE.—In one of the private
maisons de sante on the other side of Paris there now resides
an illustrious patient, whose beauty madness has not all faded,
for her disease of mind is gentle and calm, and took its rise
from the excess of affectionate concern, heightened by terror.
This is Madame Lavalette, who procured the celebrated escape
of her husband from prison. Having engaged by her per-
suasions and entreaties Sir Robert Wilson, Bruce and Hutchin-
son, to aid Lavalette's flight to a place of safety, she was per-
mitted to enter his prison the evening b-More his execution;
his hair was already cut off, as a preparation for the guillotine;
he fled in the disguise of his wife's dress. His heroic wife was
bitterly reproached and threatened by the governor of the
prison; and her nervous anxiety lest Lavalette should be re-
taken, of which she was assured there was no doubt, was so ex-
cessive, that she never after recovered the miseries of that
night. After a time her fine intellect gradually gave way, and
she has resided somo years in this mansion, anxiously attended.
Lavalette is now dead ; but her silence is never broken by any
event; she walks often in the garden, and plucks the flowers,
or sits for hours on the garden seats, but never speaks, and has
not been heard to utter a word far some years. Her look is
sad and lonely, and she seems no longer to feel sympathy with
any being--a transition from devoted union, from passionate
tenderness, to the chilliness and dreariness of the tomb.—Nero
Monthly.

Tnk SUN, LONDOX3 MONDAY, JUNE 3, 1837