The Sun.
London, England, 1839-09-25 00:00:00

TORY IDOLS.

(From the Examiner.)
When Maroto, in a late address to his soldiers,
said, " Men are not bronze," he certainly ought to
have excepted the men who write for the Times.
Never, indeed, did they prove themselves more
worthy of such exception than on Tuesday last ;
never was exhibited in the pillory, or even in the
Times, a front of such surpassing effrontery. There
is an impudence that, in its excess, amounts almost
to genius ; hence the Times has claims upon the curious.
Having so often swallowed its own words, it has now a
stomach for anything ; and we look upon its daily shifts
with the same serenity that we watch the fire-eating
mountebank, knowing full well that the rogue is not in
earnest, that he cares not for our sympathies, but our
shillings ; not for our credence, but for ready money.
Maroto has sold Don Carlos. There can be no
doubt of the fact, for the Times avers it ; more, names
the price of the bargain, a sum wandering between a
hundred and a hundred and fifty thousand pounds.
The Times has seen the money paid, and writes
with the ring of the sovereigns still in its ears ; and
yet, simple, guileless people as we are, we wonder
where the gold goes If, however, Maroto have
received so great a sum, we cannot marvel at the
indignation of the Times. That any political per-
fidy, in which, strange to say, the Times has no
share, should be so handsomely rewarded, stirs the
bitterness of its envy. We do not think it likely
th at Lewis Caspar and Emmanuel Moses rejoice very
much at the fortunate escape of gold-dust Solomons.
Even 'the Times has its human weakness.
Poor Maroto! The Times has turned him inside
out ; but then the Times has done the same by all its
former favourites. It excels in giving any shape to
anything. We know only one instance of a succes-
ful rivalry with this peculiar faculty of the writers
in the Times. The reader may possibly accord with
us, if, in his street walks, he may have witnessed the
adroit legerdemain of a man who, by means of one
and the same sheet of paper—and that not so ex-
p ansive as the Times—makes, with wonderful dex-
te city, a hundred different objects. " Now," says
the paper conjuror, " It is a lady's fan, and now
a Chancellor's wig—now an easy chair, and now a
chest of drawers—now a fender for the fire, and now a
sofa to lie down upon ;" and still, at the word, the paper
takes these shapes. So with the Times : "Now," it
cries, "you behold a patriot, and now a traitor—now a
miracle of honesty, and now a public thief—now a very
Solomon, and now a Balaam's ass—now the only states-
man who can save us, and • now a driveller to be im-
peached ;" and all one and the same man, and all exhi-
bited in the pliant paper of the Times. So with Maroto :
he was the admired, the lauded of the Times, and is
consequently become, upon the same authority, "a
treapherous murderer."
The Tories are shocked at the immorality, the trea-
chery, of Maroto. The Times weeps Bobadil drops
of fire, and the orthodox Standard, like Flood's kan-
garoo, wrings its " short fore-paws" in an agony of
grief, that Carlos, the pet of the monks, the especial
darling of bigotry, the last forlorn hope of fiercest ig-
norance, is rejected from the kingdom he would shroud
in moral darkness, and scourge with most religious hate.
The Tories, however, have cause to mourn. We can
sympathise even with Lord Londonderry, departed, as
the Post informs us, for Lisbon (where, it is to be
hoped, the slave-dealers will honour bim with a sere-
nade), when he shall let fail" some natural tears" in the
Tagus for the fate of the legitimate King. It is hard
to be robbed of our idols ; and the Tories have
of late been sadly despoiled of both their public
and their household gods. This—this is the rankling
wound. Idols, it is evident, are becoming scarce ;
hence a blue monkey or two that, when false gods
abounded, might have been spared from the Tory Pan-
theon, are now bound by the very heart-strings of the
faithful. How short the time since Don Miguel—
that ape with the golden tooth—was remorselessly
torn from the affectionate hugging of the Tories, to
improve his time, quail-shooting, at Ronne ! Like
Rachel weeping, the Tories would not for a long
time be comforted ; at length they took heart, and
found consolation in Carlos. He became to them
as a champion, fighting their fight on his own soil
—the adopted of Toryism, making his cause good in
the blood of his countrymen, and fighting the path to
the throne of legitimacy by the blazing cottages of the
poor. Murder and havoc—" time out of mind" legi-
timacy's servants—have done their best, and yet—Don
Carlos is in France 1 Ed io anche sono in Arcadia .1

The Tories must worship something. The English
Constitution was their idol , but some years have
elapsed since Lord Grey took their darling from the
pedestal—where, like " the statue that enchants the
world," it stood in ail s graceful purity—and
so bedizened and so painted the image, that
her former worshippers have turned from her to
seek new gods abroad. These, too are failing ;
and, with every benevolent wish to point out some-
thing to be adored by the party, we cannot hit upon
any promising iniquity worthy, as the advertisements
have it, of instant attention. The place of action is
rather remote, and not very extensive ; yet, unless
our memory trip, we think, by the last accounts,
Toryism was looking; , up at Owyhee. Certain, how-
ever, is it, that it is dead in Spain ; its obsequies to
be performed by . thousands of bigots, cowled and

uncowled, in sackcloth and ashes, and in blood-
stained suits, with ignorance and rapine howling in the
train, and, bring up the rear, the representatives—if
they can be found—of the Standard and the Post, with
Punch in cloak and hatband, and Spanish onion to his
a ye, as proxy for the Times.
A former Carlos of Spain caused his funeral ser-
vie e to be performed whilst he was yet in the flesh.
The• present Carlos is politically dead, and will
make the best atonement for the past evils by com-
manding his political obsequies. As he were wrapt in
lead, and deposited in the Escurial, is Carlos now to
Spain. This, we repeat, is a sad blow for the Tories ;
however, even now, we spy hope for them. They are
not wholly bereaved. Though banished from Spain,
there is yet a resting-place for them in Hanover. Car-
los is in France, but King Ernest yet sits on the neck
of a Constitution. Though they may not visit
Madrid, they may congregate at Hanover ; though
ilut out from the King of Spain, they may meet and
t alk " precious mischief " at the White Horse.
But Maroto—the pestilent Maroto! That he
sl could have listened to the voice of the charmer, and
th e sound of Espartero's artillery, and hare sighed for
pe. ace ! We fancy the indignant Times putting itself
in .the place of Carlos, and exclaiming, with the unfor-
-1 tuna to illacheath, " That Jemmy Twitcher should
have peached me, I own, surprises me !"

NOTICE TO MARINERS.

NEW LIGHTHOUSE AT SANTANDER.
The following has been received at Lloyd's, ad-
dressed to William Dobson, Esq. :
Consulato General de Espana, in liglaterra,
37, Old Broad-street, 24th Sept., 1839.
Sin—l beg to inclose for your information, and
1 uch use as you may deem fit to make of it, a trans-
it ttion into English of a Notice to Mariners, inserted in
fatie Madrid Gazette of the sth inst. And am, Sir,
t
NELSON MONUMENT.—The opinion of a cele- Your most obedient servant,
JOSE MARIA BAIRERO.
orated engineer, has been taken by Mr. Railton, the well- (Signed)
(Fronn the Gaceta de .41/ladrid of Thursday, the .sth
known architect, upon the stability of his design, and as
1839, translated from the Spanish language.)
soon as the Committee receive the report from that gentle- Septa,
men, it is expected that the operations of the artisans em- " Boars! of Admiralty.—Notice to Mariners.--Light-
ployed to construct the column will commence. Workmen house estab;:shed by the Board of Commerce off San-
for some time past have been engaged in the enclosure of / tander.—On th e 15th of August last, a permanent light
Trafalgar-square in excavating the ground, for the purpose
of ascertaining the nature of the soil, previous to prepare- was established it: the Port of Santander. The tower
on which it is placed is 111 feet high, over the spot
tions being made for laving the foundation,
marked in the plan of the pert under the name of
JURY LISTS—TYBURN TICKETS.—Among ' Atalayon de Cubo Major,' the ground, measured seve-
the jury-lists of the respective parishes within the Ux-
bridge division, submitted according to Act of Parliament sal times over, being at an elevation of 220 feet above
the level of the sea, having for the focus of the light
for the signature of the Bench, was that of the parish of
(for which the apparatus move:. down) 386 above it,
Ickenham, when a person named Edward Myles clairne d
a
an exemption from serving in consequence of being i nnd a natural tangent with the horizon of 19.9 miles.
possession of what is termed a " Tyburn Ticket," h e _ln order to examine at what greater distance the light
having prosecuted to conviction a felon. The Bench, . b v its power may be seen, in a tangent formed with the
however, on referring to the Act, found that the exemption elevation of the eye of the observer on ship board, the
rIY extended to serving parochial and ward offices, and not Po st Captain went out with the steamer Mazeppa and
.° serving on juries. The name was, therefore, retained bow away from the coast in a direct course, carefully
in the list. t
Na measuring the distance run, until he lost sight of the
n
officers dlO-1 CONDESCENSION.—American militia light from the crosstrees, which operation he repeated
not appear to rank very high in the States, and a ids like care and strict examination on his return.
seem from time to time to get broad hints of it to their 1 'he result is that the light may he seen very distinctly
very facea.
negro at his sid
" Cuff," said one of these dignitaries to a ja clear weather nine leagues off, provided the eye of
tumbler, n Cote, as he prepared to swallow his seventh thk ! observer be elevated on board 40 feet above the
marylowue'rte, a good honest fellow, and I like to complirnent a , al of the sea : at a greater distance (not yet deter-
as ledl an honest life, even if he is a black—you shall take ley ,i, ed, neither is the absolute intensity of the light) it' it
of something. to drink with in-
me, Cuff." " Well, capiats, elevated still more ; and at a less distance the light
wide his coat sleeve, o pse be,r'rsayds Cuff, wiping his mouth
Y ry, BO I won't be ugly
'bout it. Some niggers is toooproud to drink with a milishy is) te'..at distinct. in clear weather, if it be elevated less.
ossifer—but, I fink, a milishyM, inners must be careful not to mistake, owing to
•,, lifer_,hen
jis as(good as nigger—specially if dent, he's
dhey's ,rber—is t he '
s , Vientor de travesia" (winds upon the beam),
A SPLENDID DISCOVERY.--.L'r-* ty,weather, the data of elevation and distances
gar are Impartial,saved. a
paper, gravely announces theof fixing the situation of the vessel in con-
Valenciennes( a- gloms;
" The manufactarers of native sugar following • uence of :lavlog descried, .
t the time' .
the Light-house
root is about to rise again more triumphant than . Beet-- sis of the second order ; the upper and
light • the central part is an
inhabitants of the Nord will, indeed, make no mever' -1-1-e sh
T ebtyclletrs appapratsraftoir'n_
i a fixed ,
but they have just found out that beet-root can omreksagar, is termittent light,
the brightening every minute by means
most delicious wines. The beet-root wines will be sau e,
of ' reflectors.
in quality to all the southern wines. The vine isi edroi" Latitude 43 deg. ;20 min. 37 sec. N.
for, and beet-root takes its place. This is not dun
Longitude 2
a mere deg. 29
invention. We know on good authority that the Mayor of (Signed) ms.. 37 sec. E. of Cadiz.
J. W. BAIRERO.
Artres is a member of the Company which is about to turn
to account this discrwery, which is to prove a' new source 'I. 'he following is an extract of a letter received at
of industry to cur district." 1 :Lay,. i's, from their Agent at Philadelphia :
FATAL SCAFFOLD AccIDEN T.-011 Mon.. I .. T, le accident to the Pirasto, from London to this
day an inquiry was gone into before Mr. Payne, in ti a I, I mrt, Far, ended at Barnegat,
board-room of Guy's Hos,,ntai, on the body of \Vilna, n \ abe 'n.4nt o.n Brandywine, which was not laid down in
dndynett, aged 41. It appeared from the evidence that ti a • the chart be had, for the light on the Fivhappened from mistaking
e-Tatham Bank•
weacseased was in the employ of Mr. Souter, a builder, a' sd I have examix.'ed Blunt's Navigator, 1837, and find that
at work at the Trafalgar Hotel, Greenc:ich. ( 3a iit is '
Thur , there mentioned andmarked their charts. But
, • on
sday• the I ith of April, the deceased was standing oa '
I find that the English charts of 1837, of your London
a scaffold 40 feet high, and whilst in the act of st it
.
' from one stet (..; hart-sellers, till it not marked. Would it not be ad-
precipitated plank to another his foot slipped, dli ~ precipitated to the r,. and i a sass , , dvisable for yoL:r chart-sellers to import annually any
shoe .n „Jested, fracturing his left arm m.aa. isi g manner 1
lipv, charts of Inn„...'s in order to print any new adch
mbovo hospital, where
• He was picked uo • d
h an conveyed to tl4
' ! tions? I wrote ;o Blunt, advisin,a the circumstances of
the Itith inst•, when 0 got on very well till Sum !ley
the loss. of the Pirasto ; poinsibly he may make some ar-
and bo died Oil Sund symn,otris of erysipelas appear ,!'d
ay ITlorniir at halt- ' ' <Tel-pent to furnish your chazt-sellers with future
diet--" Accidental death." a' past six. s rrr. i ran, - r any
al
insertions, as surveys of our ( inerent harbours arc in
widow and young family, e deceased has I, ;ft a
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' progress.
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