The Sun.
London, England, 1865-11-01 00:00:00

middling Upland, 56c. to 58c. Flour heavy. Wheat
declining. Corn—good inquiry. Coffee quiet.
Sugar declining. Provisions firmer. Molasses
quiet. Petroleum steady—crude, 37f refined,
62i.

MEXICO.

NEW YORK, Oct. 21.

News received here from Matamoras on the 4th
inst. announces that General Douay, with 1,600
men, has arrived at Saltillo. Six thousand Impe-
rialist troops were expected at Monterey, en route
for the Rio Grande frontier, Negrete had reached
Chihuahua with only 300 men, having lost 600 from
exposure. It was officially announced that vessels
will not bepermitted to enter Mexican ports without
proper papers from the Imperial consuls abroad.
The Imperialists at Matamoros celebrated the anni-
versary of Mexican independence on the 24th ult.
A grand ball was given, at which Generals Steele,
Weitzel, and other Federal officers were present.
Thd Republicans celebrated the anniversary of the
Mexican Republic at El Paso on the 15th September
by a grand ball, which was also attended by nume-
rous Federal officers.

ARRIVAL OF THE BREMEN.

SOUTHAMPTON, Nov. 1.

The North German Lloyd's steamer Bremen,
from New York on the 21st ult., has arrived. She
brings 33 passengers for this port, Havre, and Bre-
men, $16,000 in specie for London, $63,700 for
France, and $l,OOO for Bremen.
On the 21st ult. she spoke the steamers City of
Baltimore and Pennsylvania for New York, on the
22d the Bremen barques Wieland and Johannes
Kepler, on the 23d the steamer Teutonia, and on
the 26th the Saxonia, all bound west.

LITERATURE.

Mr. Ainsworth's New Historical Romance.

" THE CONSTABLE DE BOURBON."
In Bentley's Miscellany.

Harrison Ainsworth never commenced a work
more brilliantly than he has begun this new histori-
cal romance of his in the November number of
Bentley's Miscellany. We doubt even if any one of his
famous books ever made so immediate, so auspicious,
so radiant a display of excellence at its very outset.
And the title, the subject, the epoch he has selected
for his new work are as felicitous as any he has ever
yet hit upon, even if they be not, as we are almost
fain to regard them, the, very happiest among his
many happy selections in that way. The title—
who does not recognise the splendour of it upon
the instant, and, while doing so, marvel now that
Mr. Ainsworth has chosen it, that no Histori-
cal Romancist ever thought of it before—" THE
CONSTABLE DE BOURBON !" The subject that
great Constable's career and character ! The epoch
—one with which, perhaps, among all past epochs,
Mr. Ainsworth is the most familiarly acquainted
—the gorgeous and heroic epoch of the Field of
the Cloth of Gold, when Henry the Eighth
ruled England, and Francis the First swayed
the destinies of the French Monarchy.
Already, in this opening instalment of the romance,
the bulk of the Two First Books of it will be found
to have been published in this current number of
Bentley's Miscellany. Nine chapters in all—and
chapters written, too, with a pen like a paint-brush !
The story, as it is told by Mr. Ainsworth, would
illustrate magnificently. But—the author, with his
pen-point alone, is his own illustrator. And his
delineations, as they are here sketched, are as rich
in colouring as though the standish he dipped into
as he wrote, were the palette of one of the old
illuminators. Carmine and gamboge, cerulean
blue and vermillion, imperial purple and emerald
green—golden tissue and velvet draperies, glitter-
ing arms and priceless jewellery—tapestried cham-
bers and palace gardens are presented to our view in
dazzling profusion as we turn the pages that tell us
of " The Affront," "The Flight," " The Secret
Treaty "—conducting us, now to Fontainbleau
where Francois I. holds high revel, now to the
Chateau de Moulins where Charles de Bourbon the
Great Constable, eating his heart out with sup-
pressed rage, meditates, nay even prepares, the
deadliest treason against the King. As affording
the amplest evidence that these our words of com-
mendation are in no way exaggerated, we will give
here, by way of extract, Mr. Ainsworth's radiant
portraiture of his newly-chosen hero of romance—