The Sun.
London, England, 1839-09-20 00:00:00

BREAD AND RAIN.

There are events abroad ; mutations in the Cabinet,
and disquiet in the country, but there is nothing half
so important as the rain, which has been steadily pour-
ing down for several days in this, and, as we learn, in
all other parts of the country, with scarcely a day's
intermission for the last fortnight. The wheat is not
all in as the landlords' journals assert, and a very large
proportion of it is materially injured by the wet. A
good deal has begun to sprout, and it is now inevitable
that the quality of our corn will be very inferior. The
quantity will be even below that of last year. The
means of relief by foreign corn will, however, be much
less than they were last year. In the first place we had
large supply of foreign wheat in bond last year. We
have now very little ; independently of this, it is the
price of home grown wheat which governs the duty,
and as this is inferior, it will be long before the price
rises sufficiently to admit foreign corn. In the mean-
time, the people must either eat bad bread or pay ex-
orbitant rates for good bread. The fact is, however,
for the first six or eight months the former will be the
case, and we may certainly anticipate general unhealthi-
ness, if not absolute pestilence.

Had the wisdom of Parliamant permitted us to buy
bread with what we can make easiest, (for this is the
true way of putting the case) we shonld be now receiv-
mg ample supplies of cheap and excellent wheat from
America ; our cotton and iron manufactures would be
increased immediately ; giving full employment at
good wages, to a much larger amount of labourers than
would be relea•ed from cultivating sterile soils, at star-
vation wages ; and land now occupied in the production of
bad wheat, would have been feeding half as many cattle
and sheep as we now rear ; yielding far more profit in
meat, wool, leather, &c., than the farmer can possibly
realise, by forcing musty corn down the throats, and at
the cost of the people at large ; empoverishing the
community, and not enriching himself.
The farmers, aye, and the landlords also will see
daylight on this subject ere long. We believe they
would have done so much earlier but for the pernicious
abuse instead of argument, which it has been far too
much the practice of some of the Anti-Corn-law Cham-
pions to hurl indiscriminately at the who body.—
Cheltenham Examiner.

The grain mills in and about Glasgow have been
grinding little but foreign grain for these two months back,
and Camlachie mill for that period has been working day
and night, grinding at the rate of 200 bolls every 24
hours. This week they have been drying corn that has
been twelve years in bond. The public ought also to be
aware that there is a great demand for third flour from the
bakers, and scarcely any to be got, owing to the victuallers
purchasing it and mixing it with their cheap oatmeal.—
Glasgow Chronicle.

A MAN CHASE.—On ascending a hill this
morning, Captain Wyeth, who was at the head of the corn-
tphaenysu,
rnsumddite,radnydspovieiddenatnly
elnnddieaanvosuterianlgingtoccaounteieoauislhyimalsoenifg.
Captain W. directed the attention of M.Kaagylitmo
glimpse
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of crouch-
ingh figure, who the moment he caught
exclaimed in tones of joyful astonishment, A Blackfoot,
by 1" and clapping spurs to his horse, tore up the hill
with frantic eagerness, with his rifle poised in his hand
ready for a shot. The Indian disappeared over the hill
like a lightning flash, and in another second M 6 Kay was also
out of sight, and we could hear the rapid clatter of his
horse's hoofs in hot pursuit after the fugitive. Several of
the men, with myself, followed after; but when arrived at
the hill top, M'Kay was gone, though we saw the track of
his horse passing down the side of it, and we traced him into
a dense thicket, about a quarter of mile distant. Several
of our hardy followers entered the thicket, and beat about
for some time in various directions, but nothing could they
see either of M'Kay or the Indian. In the meantime the
party passed on, and my apprehensions were fast setting
into a certainty that our bold companion had found the
death he had so rashly courted, when I was inexpressibly
relieved by bearing the crackling of the bushes near, which
was immediately followed by the appearance of the missing
man himself. He was in an excessively bad humour, and
grumbled audibly about the " Blackfoot rascal getting off
in that cowardly fashion," without at all heeding the
congratulations which I was showering upon him for his
almost miraculous escape. lie was evidently not aware of
having been peculiarly exposed, and was regretting, like
the hunter who loses his game by a sudden shift of wind,
that his human prey had escaped him.— Townsend's Jour-
ney across the Rocky Mountains.
MAKING BETTER THAN WEAXING THE
BaExcliEs.—A townsman when in Glasgow about two
months ago, looked in on Mr. Wombwell at his menagerie,
on the banks of the " flowing Clyde." Mr. W., in doing
the handsome to an old acquaintance, pointed out divers
new acquisitions, and among others a splendid Zebra, va-
lued at seven hundred guineas, and in every respect as much
the monarch of his tribe as the oak is of the forest. And
while the twain were conversing, a rustic said—" They tell
me that beast's untameable." " Indeed," said the Mena-
gerie master ; " then I was very wrong in driving a pair of
them in a curricle round London. But they bit nobody,
and I think I might manage that one too, had I a neigh-
bour to match him." Then it'll be that chap yonder wi'
the virl on his horn ?" pointing to a Quagga a little way
beyond. " Wrong again," said Mr. Wombwell smiling.; and
when questions somewhat similar were consecutively pet,
added drily—" After thirty years' experience, which is not
yesterday, I know of no untameable animal but one." 66 An'
what name can it gang by ?" inquired the rustic eagerly.
" Woman I and do you know some of my keepers would
rather face the whole wild beasts in the menagerie with
their cage doors open, than their own wives when the tan-
trums come over them " The rustic seemed satisfied, and
shortly afterwards was overhead whispering—" Did ye
hear that, Kate 7—the man after a' may be pairtly right ;
I've lang had my ain adoos wi' you, but I never kenned
afore ye waur a' alike. But the lasses, puir things, wi'
their clear e'en and innocent looks, surely they canna be
half sae bad ?" "Aiblins no, Jamie, till they're married ; but
yo'll ken that brawly when ye get a second wife." So much
for Mr. Wombwell and a jocular censure, to which may
be cited honourable exceptions. Not long ago a party of
friends got a snack together at Lochmaben, while return_
ing from Lockerbie Lamb Fair. They were mostly farmers
and dealers, and one of the number wore a splendid p,•.ir
of checked trousers, with a vest to correspond. 'Cho tex..
lure of the cloth was excellent.
helpcellen himself to a
t, and leaked sopslmi:onfli and
nice, that a literary person inquired where it was
said
un-
mentionables bought,
fromhe m
the same web. " Bought,"
the wearer, "our ain sheep grew the wool, which my a ife
carded, span, and dyed ; the weaver, it is true, helped
her a little, but tailor she needed none ; the trousers
and waistcoat she shaped as well as sewed, and I may say
put them on me." " Well done 1" roared all and sundr • •
were the rest of us as well off as you, we might dispense'
with clothes and depots of fashion ;" while the,emnadarindw(s)flowilnleibltd--
tweerlsL added,when he
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RtooodmyFafirri
,hveoopsreastumAeutcohednoguibbtbeirtt. In
it, refer
placehi of arrogating,tothegoodda yourmetliq
better half at once manufactures and resigns the breeches,
ba din
as t
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oi su war?
ainmsiastn. The
insists thatyou
Vicarshall
of
Wakefieldbeeveryiriehsaayshuhse-
chose his wife as she chose her wedding gown—not-for a
fine glossy surface, but for such qualities as wear well ; it
has been your fate to be equally lucky; and the notion, I
confess, farther strikes me, that she must be connected by
marriage with a descendant of poet Pope's far-named
Man of Ross.'—Duny'ries Courier.

EVENING EDITION.