The Sun.
London, England, 1863-09-07 00:00:00

SHIPPING—This Day.

LONDON, Sept. 7.—Wind this day at noon—South,
Westerly; strong breeze, and fine weather, but rather
cloudy.
BELTAST, Sept. s.—Wind N.
from from Callao.
FALMOUTH, Sept. 7.—Wind N.W.--Arrived-11. D 4
Park, from Sulina.
CARDIFF, Sept. 4. —Wind W.S.W.—Arrived—Mary
John Treydor, screw steamer, frank
O'Larne, from Bilboa;
Gibraltar.

(13T MAGNETIC TELEGRAPH.)
DEAL, Monday Morning.
The wind ho blown heavily during the night, but is now
shipping appears to have ridden well.
more
preee w:dd,era. i
Sept. 6—John Brewster, barque, from Prima
Edward's Island; Alfred of Bridgewater, from the west
both for London.
anchored—Aversois, from Antwerp for Cardiff.

A GHOST CLUB—think of that George Crnik•
shank I—has recently been established hero in London.

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very nearly " doing " himself. It appears that ho had
reached the west of Sutherland, and having taken up his
quarters with a friend there spent a day or two seeing what
was to be seen in his locality. Time was precious, however,
and our friend, contrary to the early solicitations of his host,
resolved to set out for Bettyhill, his next stage, at a lato
hour in the afternoon; and to shorten the distance, as he
supposed, he, instead of taking the road, tried to reach his
destination by a short cut through the hills. For an hour
Gr two he got along to his entire satisfaction, but dark-
ness coming on, he began to find that a journey in the
dark over such a road was anything but comfortable
work. To make his bed on the hill-side, however, was
hardly a pleasant prospect either, and he accordingly floun-
dered on as he best could, determined to get to the end of
his journey; but after wandering about for a considerable
time, and finding the difficulties of his path increasing, he
was at length forced to lay himself down on the heath to
rest his wearied limbs. Our hero now began to feel sadl y
when too late the folly of having neglected the counsels of
his friend, but with the best philosophy he could muster, he
came to the resolution, rather than run the risk of
tumbling over some craggy precipice, or of sinking into
some bottomlefs bog, to remain where he was till daylight
should reveal to hie" the true nature of his position
the miseries of which it is needless for us to recount.
To the infinite satisfaction, however, of the belated
traveller, the faint streaks of the rising sun ultimately be-
gin to dawn upon the earth, and to shed its welcome beams
upon the path of our hero. With the light of day his spi-
rits rose, and stretching his stiffened limbs, he got to his
feet to survey the scene of his wretched experiences ; but
judge of his surprise, when he found that atter all his
night's wanderings, he was only a few hundred yards from
the place where he started. Thither he hastened as fast as
his feeble legs could carry him, and being there regaled
with the best the house could produce, he speedily got over
the evil effects of his adventure, sot out again on his jour-
ney by another route, and succeeded in at last reaching his
destination none the worse of his night in the bills.—John,
Groat' s Journal.