The Sun.
London, England, 1865-07-21 00:00:00

sence.

A proclamation has been issued by the Prince,
explaining that the journey is solely on account of
his health, and warmly urging concord between the
landed proprietors and the peasants.

FRANCE.

PARIS, JULY 21.

The Empress and the Prince Imperial arrived a
Fontainebleau at seven o'clock yesterday evening.

FRANCE.

BOURSE, July 20.—The market is better than at
the opening. Threes are at 67f. 50c. for the Ac-
count, and Mobilier shares 726 f. 25c. Information
taken from the most competent authority leads to
the denial cf the most credited of the Bourse
rumours concerning the Comptoir d'Escompte, that
of the doubling the number of the shares of this
Company. These shares continue in good demand,
and have advanced to 945 f. This rise may be attri-
buted to extensive purchases made by a well known
speculator. The Bank of France returns show a
decrease of near six million francs in the encaisse
mitallique, which now amounts to 493,997,271 f. 55c.
The market closes with higher quotations :-
4i per Cents 96 75 Ditto Threes
Do. end month — Mexican Loan 47
3 per Cents. 67 60 Do. Bonds —
Do. end month 67 55 Russian

Credit Mobilier 735
Do. end month 730
Bank Shares 3580•
Credit Fonder
Italian Loan 64 70
Do. end month 64 75

Austrian
Spanish Threes
Home Debt —
Deferred
Roman —

Act.L
... 835
... 1045 -
- 846 25
... 565

- ... 516 25
_ ... 280 -
--- ... 415 -
- - ... 478 75
- ... 183 75
- m 825 -

LITERATURB,

Sketches from Cambridge. By a Don. One Vol.
pp. 144. Macmillan and Co.

This is another and a very agreeable reprint from
the pages of our yotithful and sprightly contemporary,
the Pall-Mall Gazette. Quite a companion volume, it
is, to Mr. Anthony Trollope's Hunting Sketches—
clad in similar livery of a bright scarlet, running
pretty nearly to the same length, as light, easy, and
sparkling in the manner of it as those pleasant
chapters on dogs, and horses, and huntsmen,
dashed off helter-skelter, hap-hazard, anyhow by
that most voluble of modern story-tellers. " The
Rowing Man " is here sketched with a pencil
equally rapid and vivacious, and, that, moreover,
to the very life by the anonymous Don of the Pall
Mall Gazette—who has an eye as keen afterwards
for the very opposite genus, that of "Reading Men,"
pure and simple. " College Tutors" and " Heads of
Homes" are persons whom he has no less graphically.
delineated. The famous " Union," again—that train-
ing hall of oratory for so many of our Great De-
haters—The Union whence came such orators as
Macaulay, as Bulwer, and as Cockburn—that like-
wise is here very honourably commemorated. " Ath-
letic Sports" generally—" Tuition," good, bad, and
indifferent—" Dons" themselves (as viewed by one
of themselves)—" Mathematics," and what not—
furnish the writer, also, turn by turn, with congenial
themes upon which to expatiate, after a manner
very delightful in its way, because of its being
throughout so wholely unaffected and conversa-
tional.

Waiting at Table : Poems and Songs. By Robert
Awde, A Servant. One Vol., pp. 143. J. C.
Rotten.

Deprecating (as it seems tows quite unnecesarily)
any blame that might, he thinks, be imputed to
him for having ventured thus into print, although
I himself no higher in the social scale than a humble
serving man—the writer of these pages reminds his
readers among other things, through his Preface,
.that " A little library might readily be formed of
the works of those poor men and girls who have
written books -whilst -filling very humble stations."
Adding, in evidence of this fact, the following
pleasantly anecdotal retrospect of a purely literary
character :
"One of the earliest instances is that of Stphen Duck,
the Wiltshire thresher, who sang the praise; of Queen
Anne, and received for his pains a pension and a cottage at
Windsor. Affliction overtook Stephen, and, in despair,
the poor fellow committed suicide. Phillis WJeatley was a
female slave at Boston about the middle of tae last cen-
tury. She wrote a volume of verses which passed through
several verses, and her publication assisted .n obtaining
her freedom. James Ripley was hostler of the Red Lion,
at Barnet, in Dr. Johnson's days. He penned a volume of
essays which met with the approval of the great lexico-
grapher, and the portrait of this servant of the stable was
handsomely engraved. Anne Yearley was a milkwoman
at Bristol. This servant's poems passed throigh four edi-
tions, and on her subscription list are the names of the
principal personages of Gloucester, Somerset Devon, and
Wiltshire. Later still, Samuel Drew, the shoemaker and
metaphysician of St. Austell, wrote some of las most pro-
found pieces upon a humble pair of bellows during the
spare moments of his daily toil. The ma of Robert
Bloomfield is almost too well known to be mentioned here
but his bootmaker's card, issued from Bell-alley long before
he was known as a poet, affords a panne: instance to
Drew's."
Not—let it be at once understood—•chat Robert
Awde affects for one moment to be another Robert
Bloomfield. But simply that he conceives himself
to be no more debarred from, let us say,—
" Tuning his merry throat
Unto the blackbird's note"—
by the fact of his wearing a gold-laced band or a
cockade, or a pair of worsted aiguielletes—than was
Jean Jacques Rousseau, who—(let us remind him)
more illustrious than any he has above named—also
wore the livery of a serving man! Or than Robert
Dodaley, who did the like in his day before he be-
came a bookseller! Or than honest Edward Capern,
who in our own day, has long trudged about Bide-
ford in }Ter Majesty's Livery as a Postman, metri-
cally cultivating letters while in the very act of de-
livering them. Such as it is, the book here published
by Dlr. Hotten of Piccadilly—that intelligent and
systematic publisher of very curious books, indeed,
of various character—this little volume of Robert
Awde's is well worthy_bf a respectful examination,
an examination at any rate the very opposite of
either the superficial or the supercilious.

Hints on Hats. By Henry Melton. One Vol., pp

102. J. C. Rotten.

Another of Mr. Hotten's whimsical little books—
books, one by one, as they come to us over his
counter, intensely sui generis. As a fitting frontis-
piece, the 0
uot
Apresentlfred vroo,loumrsaeyh,.
that preux chevalier
armed cap-a-pie, neither in chain mail nor in
burnished plate, but in cravat, coat, waistcoat,
trousers, boots, and chimney-pot, such as D'Orsay's
exquisite taste alone 'could have imagined, such as
D'Orsay's handsome form and face alone could
As to the author
notice—his name,
oh
fa v
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oteoh so
to
em uhcehr ae d vuanndtearg e
let us venture to add, Would come as about
audacious street-
hthoey,eapteincisot answer
iryof H.R.H.f to any
~Who's
your Hatter ?"
Henry Melton here announcing himself on his
very title-page to be " Hater to his Royal High-
ness the Prince of Wales." . One thing only is still
wanting to complete the excellence of this pleasant
little gossipping volume about Hats (" adapted,"
as the writer says facetiously, " to the Heads of the
People ") one thing only is yet wanting to complete
the excellence of it as an anecdotal collection of
" Hints about Hats "—namely, the throwing out
by Henry Melton (in his cfrcity. as Hatter to Ilis
Royal Highness), the throwing out by him at last
of some felicitous suggestion of a covering for the
male human head, such as shall be at once com-
fortable and picturesque, a hat that shall at once
and for ever put an extinguisher on the old un-
sightly chimney-pot.

Can you Forgive Her ? By Anthony Trollope,
No. XIX. Chapman and Hall.

So near are we to the end of this serial story of
Mr. Anthony Trollope's, that within the present
number John Grey, of Nethercoats, has been re-
accepted by Alice Vavasour, in a very yea-nay
manner, and (of all cheerful places for a love scene)
in a churchyard ! Within this number, too, Burgo
Fitzgerald, beggared at the gambling-table, is
proffered help at his direst need by (of all
people in the world) Mr. Palliser. Lady Glencora's
probable, or let us say now more confidently her
approaching maternity, lends the one only remain-
ing charm of interest to the narra,tive. The
fault of the book appears to us to be this—that there
is immense preparation for intensely impassioned
scenes that, time after time, as the events prove,
come to just absolutely nothing That double-
dyed, vulgar-minded, callous-hearted scoundrel,
George Vavasour, for example, one expects, all
through the book to see see break his neck or
get kicked into the middle of next week by
Somebody, by Anybody, it matters not whom.
And yet the wretch is, after all, allowed to sneak
away into safe obscurity wholly unpunished. So
is it with regard to Burgo's recklessness and Lady
Glencora's threatened liaison with him, as well as
with reference to other characters and other inci-
dents in this latest story of Mr. Trollope's—im-
mense preparation there is, we repeat, and compa-
ratively speaking no result. The mountain of the
book is every now and then portentously in labour,
and is every now and then bringing forth some
ridiculous mouse of an incident.

SERIOUS ACCIDENT TO THE DAUGHTER OF THE
BELGIAN MINISTER.--All accident, which has re-
sulted in very distressing consequences, occurred in the
vicinity of Windsor on Wednesday evening. Captain,
Brand and Mrs. Brand (the daughter of his Excellency M.
Van de Weyer, the Belgian Minister) were driving in the
neighbourhood of the town, when the horse ran away, and,
while the captain was trying to restrain the animal, the
reins broke, and all control over it was lost. 'The captain
attempted to quit tho carriage in order to stop the horse,
but in doing so fell and received some injury. The fright,
and consequent shock to the system, which Mrs. Brand re-
ceived through the accident caused a most serious illness,
which has brought on a premature confinement, and left the
lady in such a critical state as to cause the greatest alarm
to her friends. The unfortunate lady, who was yesterday
afternoon said to be in a very alarming condition, now lies
at Captain Brand's residence in the Cloisters, under the care
of Dr. Fun of London and Dr. Ellison of Windsor.