The Sun.
London, England, 1839-05-25 00:00:00

OMMON PLEAS.-(THIS DAY.

EDWARDS V. THE BISHOP OF EXETER.
The Court gave judgment in this case. The question
—rather an important one—being whether the plaintiff
who possessed the advowson of a living, in conjunction
with a Roman Catholic—who was held to be prohited by
statute from exercising the right of presentation—whether
the plaintiff under these circumstances could present, as sole
patron. The Bishop considered that the right of presentation
could only be exercised by both possessors of the advowson
in conjunction, and thatlone being incapacitated the other
could not exercise this right : the Bishop had, therefore,
after the lapse of six months—the period allowed by law
for a presentation—had inducted his own clerk. The
point was, whether the induction was valid? The Court
decided that it was not : thereby establishing the right of
the plaintiff to present as sole patron.

LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD AND

THE WOLF.

ALTERED AND ADAPTED TO THE CIRCUMSTANCES AND
TASTES OF CHILDREN OF THE PRESENT DAY.
Of Little Red Riding-hood who has not read,
And the Wolf that crept into her grandmother's bed ;
How he smoothed down bis face and dissembled his voice,
And that little lady ate up in a trice ?

Of another Red Riding-hood now I must sing,
As little in stature, but great as a king :
Of another great Wolf, too, my story must tell,
Who also dissembled, but not quite so well.

Such a wolf was ne'er seen in the Forest of Arden,
Nor yet in our own Zoological Garden ;
For his voice he could soften to song of Mount Sion,
And howl yet more gently than Bottom roar'd Lion.
So the wolves that loved howling chose bim for their chief,
Since in speech he was all things but honest and brief.
In tricking he beat all the best thimble. riggers,
And slobbcr'd the saints, while he bit the poor niggers.

Sure all must remember their infantine fears -
For Little Red Riding hood, mingled with tears ;
But in this case our eyes in no salt water swim,
For he ate not the lady, the lady ate him.

Now this Wolf, as by all men is well understood,
Fell in love with Red Riding. hood's little red hood.
No wonder, if velvet, and jewels, and gold,
Great allurements to greedy ambition should hold.

But this wolf was by far too sagacious and good
To wish for his own head that nice little hood ;
He knew 'twas impossible lie could e'er wear it,
So he meekly resolved just to trample and tear it.

Now the first time he met with this nice little lady,
His speech was prepared, and his smiles were all ready,
He* dwelt on her beauty, her youth, and her grace,
And how she was born of a right royal race,

Yea—so well did he manage his figures and tropes,
That his friends at his back were all grinning in hopes;
For though he had cruelly wrong'd her Papa,
As he spakeyou'd have thought 'twas her own Grandmamma.

But somehow or other the bait did not take,
And Sir Wolf and his friends hurried back to the brake,
In the cold barren wilderness destined to bowl,
And longing for Lamb, could not e'en get a fowl.
But vengeance he vow'd in the care of his heart,
That deep-seated core—that invisible part—.
And the first time he met that young lady alone,
He resolved that her hood should no more be her own.

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That is—she might wear it upon her own shoulders,
Just to seem as if hers to all careless beholders ;
But the form and the fashion 'twas lie that must order,
And must bind it tight round with a strong cotton border.
Now it chanced this poor child one unfortunate day
Sate alone, whilst her dogs they were all gone astray;
So the Wolf he rush'd in like a saucy intruder,
And though civil at first, he grew ruder and ruder.
Not content with the victuals and kennel his own—
There to sit with his pack, like eking on his throne,—
lle said—" Little Miss, this is all very right,
But there's something beside which now dawns on my
sight.
44 That little red riding-hood, Miss, if you please,
While you wear it in that way I'm not at my ease;
'Xis so puff'd out and sworn, I'm afraid there is under
_A something will make all my doings a blunder.
" Those fair waxen dolls, with their light.flaxen wigs—
I request you will fling thein away to the pigs •
And I'll bring you others, with eyes black as sloes,
With dark curling hair, and cheeks red as a rose."
At this Little Riding.hood pluck'd up a spirit,
Which she from her grandsire of old did inherit,—
Cried, " Insolent ruffian 1 if I were a man,
With my sword I'd chastise you—but I'll use my fan."
So she lifted her fan, which was mounted by magic,
And a tap on his nose proved sufficiently tragic ;
For back fell the Wolf, Sirs, and howling retreated,
Ere himself and his friends in the kennel were seated.