The Sun.
London, England, 1865-11-23 00:00:00

II AY

SMITIIFIEI,II.-31oadow hay, £4 lOs to £5 15s; clover,
£5 Os to £6 15s Od ; and straw, £1 18s to £2 5s per load.
Moderate supply,

CUMBERLAND.—Meadow hay, £4 lOs to £G Os; clover,
£5 Os to £6 15s Od; and straw, £2 Os to £2 5s per load.
Trade steady.

WHITECHAPEL.—Meadow bay £1 lOs to £5 15s; clover,
£5 5s to £7 Os Od ; and straw, £1 18s to £2 53 Per load.
A slow trade.

COAL MARKET.
Price per ton at the close of the market.
s. d.
flolywell Main lB 6 Carway and Duffryn
Hartlepool
East Hartlepool
Walls End Haswell... 20 0 Iletton 2O 6
N.Staffordshire 17 6 Russell's Hutton
Tees

s. d.

Ships at market, 2G; sold, 21.

THE HIGH PRICE Or MEAT.—Whatever, says a
correspondent, may be said, pro or con., in reference
to the dearness of meat, the fact is patent and incontestable,
that throughout the whole of this year prime haunches of
Welsh mutton have and are still supplied from Osborne
House, Ludgate-hill, to families of distinction, and of no
distinction at all, at the unvarying price of 9d. per lb. We
understand from the same informant, that Mr. Osborne is
about, or really has, inaugurated a similarly acceptable
reform in the supply of poultry, charging an average price
of four shillings and ninepence a couple for chickens, and
other poultry at a uniform rate per lb. Mr. Osborne
deserves every success in a movement so fraught with
good to all, and which may be fairly termed national.
DEATH OF LIEUTENANT-COLONEL BURNS.—The
poet Burns died in 1796, and the living links which
connect him with the present generation are becoming
fewer and fewer every year. His son, Lieutenant-Colonel
James Glencairn Burns, died on Saturday at Cheltenham.
He was the youngest of the three brothers, who, on his re-
turn from India some 20 years ago, received a great ova-
tion at Ayr, undor the presidency of the late Earl of Eglin-
ton. Although not inheriting any of the poetic genius of
his father, ho was an agreeable and accomplished man,
naturally proud of the name which he bore, and which
carried with it a happy prestige wherever he went. During
later years he resided chiefly at Cheltenham, but he paid
occasional visits to Scotland, and was held in much esteem
by intimate friends in Dumfries, Edinburgh, and Glasgow.
Edinburgh Courant.
THE DANGER OF PRACTICAL JOKING.—A foolish
practical joke was lately played at Rastatt, which
proved eventually to be no joke to the party playing it. A
soldier belonging to the company on guard wrapped him-
self up in leaves and branches in such a manner as entirely
to conceal his humanity, and in the middle of the night
crept up on all fours to one of the sentinels. The latter,
astonished at the extraordinary phenomenon, challenged
it three times without receiving any answer. Upon this
he put his bayonet into it and the intruder fell without
uttering a sound. It was his last joke. The man was
dead.

The Earl Annesley has left town on a visit to
Lord Brougham at Tidworth Park.

LITERATURE.

The Fate of Ihorsghyll. By Mrs. M. A. Bird,
Author of " The Hawkshaws," &c. 3 vols.

John Maxwell and Co.

At the opening of the story Thorsghyll Chace is
expecting the return of its master and his bride,
his second wife, a French lady of considerable at-
tractions and very considerable temper. Great is
the apprehension of the old servants at the advent
of the stranger, and very cold is Mrs. Thorsghyll's
greeting to her step-children, but hardly colder
than the greeting accorded by Mr. Thorsghyll to
his heir. Little Mabel he embraces very cordially
as the image of her lost mother, but to her twin-
brother Roderick he scarcely vouchsafes a glance,
and a suspicion lurks in the reader's mind that
Roderick is not the rightful heir of Thorsghyll. As
an evidence of the peculiar characters of the chief
heroes and heroines, and also as a happy specimen
of Mrs. Bird's vivacious and interesting style—let
us quote some passages on the arrival from abroad
of Mr. Thorsghyll's wandering brother Felix. Mr.
Thorsghyll, we must premise, is devoted to his
wife and anxious to hear his brother's opinions
of her attractions—

" Stand here for a few minutes," said Mr. Thorburn,
when they reached the door of the ball-room, "and see
if you recognise any old friends, or if they recognise
you."

This was a little artifice on his: part to entrap his
brother's admiration for the beautiful Eugenie before he
knew who she was.

" Aye, aye," said Felix, musingly, " there is a good
sprinkling of the old familiar faces, less changed than
might be expected by half a score of years ; and there are
many others who may well be the children that I knew
in former times."