The Sun.
London, England, 1862-08-22 00:00:00

BANK OF ENGLAND.

An Account, pursuant to the Act 7th and Bth 'Victoria.
cap. 32, for the week ending on Wednesday, the 20th day
of Aug., 1862:

ISSUE ImPTENT.
Notes issued ......X31,195,850 Government Debt £11,015,1c 3
Other Securities .. 3.634,900
Gold Coin & Bullion 16,845,850
Silver Bullion ....

X31,495,850j

X 31,495,85-0

naa~xinu
eroprietors' Capi-
tal X 14.553,000
Rest
Public Deposits (in-
cluding Exche-
guer, Savings'
Banks, Commis-
mis sioners of Na-
tional Debt, and
Dividend Az-

,EPARTMENT.
Government Secu-
rities_ ((including W
Dead eight A-
nnuity) XII OM 097
Other Securities • 19,178'606
Notes .......... 9,428,' 80
Gold and Silver 828,754
Coin

counts) — 7,150.252
Other Deposits 11,568,007
Seven Day and
other Bills F32,885

£40,169,637 II
W.

£40,469,6 37
MILLER, Deputy Cashier.

Aut. 21, 1862.

SUICIDE OF MR. MORELL, OF PICCADILLY.—On
Monday afternoon some persons in the neighbourhood of
Keith, a little town between 40 and 50ndles north of Aber-
deen were surprised at seeing a strange gentleman proceed
somewhat hurriedly towards the Lynn, a favourite water-
fall in the vicinity, end having reached its edge and partly
undressed himself, walk into the water of the Isla and
immediately plunge headlong through a cutting of the rocks
into a deep shelving pool below. Instant measures were
taken by the person who observed the act to rescue the
stranger, but as he had sunk almost immediately on reach-
ing the water, all their efforts were vain, and it was not
till some time after that the unfortunate man's bcdy was dis -
covered. It was carried to the parish church, and on search
being made in the pockets of the clothing a card was found
with the ad iress "Mr. Henry Morel], Piccadilly, and 2,
Lansdown Villa, Forest-hill ;" also a white cambric hand-
kerchief, bearing in red letters the initials "H. M." A
large portmanteau, having the same initials, and which
had arrived by the afternoon train, was found in the
evening at the Keith Railway station. The deceased is
understood to have been a member of the firm carrying on
business as wine merchants and Italian warehousemen in
Piccadilly.

Two BROTHERS DROWNED.—Yesterday morning
two youths named Henry and Alfred Garbutt, sons of Mr.
Henry Garbutt, King's-road, Chelsea, were drowned in the
Thames between Battersea and Vauxhall bridges by the
boat in which they were rowing being run down by a sail.
ing barge, Drags were used, but neither of the bodies was
recovered.

MURDEROUS ASSAULT ON A POLICE-CONSTABLE.
—A desperate assault was committed on a police-constable
of the Hanley force at Cobridge, on Monday night, and the
poor fellow, whose name is James Crump, lies now in a
hopeless condition in the accident ward of the North Staf-
fordshire Infirmary. He had visited between 12 and 1
o'clock a public-house at Cobridge, where he had a glass
of ale. On coming out of the house he saw four half-tipsy
men, whom he exhorted to go home. In return they at-
tacked him in the most violent manner, and after a blow on
his part in defence, he was struck down insensible from in-
juries on the head. Three of his assailants have been dis-
covered and identified. The medical attendants at the in•.
firmary give no hope whatever of his recovery.—Binning-
had; Post.

IGNORAMUS IN THE EASTERN ANNEXE.—I go
wandering alone about the aax candles, coloured, painted,
and moulded, and fit only for the altars of monster cathe-
htheoduggeh-rtossoefs,b
andee ahnodnaeys- -asmu el:leers':
cathe-
drals ; and up to the cases of 'wax flowers, where dreamy
adnady
tahmeoanhgeatph-ed
olganb barking
on the fells in the distance, hang like an atmosphere about
them; and I look at the dyed grass flowers, and at the fish-
ing flies, and at Pears' transparent soap, and at that ugly
looking block of primrose soap, more like common brown
than primrose ; and at the statuettes done in soap- -our
Queen and the rest of them in mottled or curd, with red
and blue streaks across their faces ; and at the pink and
yellow crystallised spermaceti, very flaky, soft, and fairy-
like. And near to them I learn something of the purifica-
tion of sperm oil, and how it passes from the crude or body
oil through the conditions of head matter and bagged sperm
to finally culminate in that clear golden fluid, bright and
beautiful and fit for human use. Then I taste Thorley's
aromatic compound, which he lets fall into a little trough,
like the trough of a bird-cage, and I do not think it deli •
cious, though cows and horses may; and I smell the
hops, which is a fresh and wholesome perfume; and I
admire the new method of breeding wheat, and the lift
hal e
which Darwin's theory of selection
seems to
the
got thereby ; and I look longingly at the biscuits,
sugar-plums, and the crystallised fruits, and the cut bride-.
cake, with its luscious top of snow, and midland of creamy
loam lying on the rich and solid basis of its primitive for-
mation ; and I have a tender interest in the chocolate cases,
and I feel a cannibal with respect to those little men and
women in soft brown, and would like to try that old shoe,
or even that miniature birdcago • + and then they give me a
dozen different perfumes at the perfumery
stands,each
one
of which neutralises the other until the effect of the whole
is decidedly unpleasant; and I wonder how those bottles of
coot had one for agala d
jelly would turn out if my co ay
;
and whether the coloured gelatine would be good to eat ;
and what the fruit essences are made of—knowing that
they are not ma
de of fruit, but of some monstrous com-
n one can
pound, with a name an origin no one
can fathom; and I have larcenious designs on these
oddly-cut pickles, and speculate on their flavour with
imaginary cold roast beef; for
the truth is I am getting
hungry
and tired, and my thoughts are wandering in a low-
brcd and unscientific manner to food and rest. And then
faint gushes of sickly soup come in from the refreshment-
room, and nearly drive me to despair, they smell go appet.'s-
ing and suggestive ; and I do not dine till seven, and it is
now only half-past-four. So I turn my attention
,to the
vegetable ivory and the shell-work, and try to feel an inte-
rest in both--wherein I signally fail ; and I look at the
seeds and the Indian corn, and the long eatable-looking
starch, and the gums and the glues and the varnishes, and
wonder how they ever came out of trees, when they look so
like stones or crystallised pebbles:; and then I sit down be-
fore some coloured wools, and wonder how much arsenic is
in that marvellously bright green rug overhead, till I find
Myself nodding, and a policeman saying severely, " Move
on ; move on. "—Dickens's ‘c Ali the rear Bound."