The Sun.
London, England, 1865-09-25 00:00:00

STATEMENT OF TALLOW SHIPPED AT ST. PETERSBURG.

1865. 1864. 1863.
Casks. Casks. Casks.
Tallow' despatched from Cron-
stadt to Aug. 30, 0. S 23,516 10,068 31,146
In ships loading and lighters 17,552 11,975 9,754

Loaded off from St. Petersburg
Sept. 1, 0. S.
Loaded off from St. Petersburg
after this date — 36,313 '35,044

Total at close of navigation.— 58,356 75,944

London
... 19,650
Liverpool
••• —.-
Bristol
Other English ports ,
Ireland _
Scotland B3B
Germany 1,741
France 2BO

7,565

20,421
120

Total,.

160
8,204
1,509

23,516 10,068 31,146

SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.

I THE " SPECTATOR" ON LORD PALMERSTON AND
MR. BRIGHT.—Mr. Bright's letter to Glasgow, de-
clining to speak there on Reform, expresses with his
old force the intensity of Mr. Bright's antipathy to
our aged Premier, the depth of silent wrath with
which his whole nature is shaken when the image
of Lord Palmerston crosses his ardent political
dreams. " When the present Prime Minister leaves
office," he writes, " no Ministry will be possible of
the Liberal party which will not deal with the Re-
form question. I am not anxious that it should be
dealt with during his official life, for he is the only
man connected with the Liberal party who is at
once both able and willing to betray it. One sen-
tence from his lips would have passed the bill of
1860, and that sentence he refused to utter. His col-
leagues preferred their places to their honour as
public men, and they consented to the greatest poli-
tical fraud of our times rather than leave the Treasury
bench even for a season. Happily, the question does
not depend on the Prime Minister. He has never
promoted its growth, and he cannot prevent its suc-
cess." And before concluding, he again speaks
passionately of the " (legradation" of sitting as a
supporter of an administration which " repudiates
and has betrayed the first and greatest question or
cause on which the whole policy of the Liberal party
is founded." Lord Palmerston probably repays
this " robust" political hatred with something of the
flavour of artistocratic contempt. He told Mr.
Cobden to "stick to his last," not to attempt general
politics, especially the care of the navy ; and he no
doubt feels towards Mr. Bright something of the
hauteur of a Nicias towards a Cleon. Yet to the poli-
tical historian of our time both these men will be
characteristic figures, fill of meaning and vigour,
as different indeed in attitude and expression as can
well be, but by no means engaged in that internecine
conflict with each other in which Mr. Bright's ar-
dent and graphic imagination always represents
them whenever the shadow of Lord Palmerston
touches his shuddering mind. There are some men
whose fancies always run on a duel—intellectual,
social, or otherwise --with some one haunting enemy
whose existence mars their peace. And yet it does
not really follow that they may not be, though
working from totally different motives, working in
great measure to the same result with their fancied
antagonists. Mr. Bright is always fighting such a
duel iu his mind -with Lord Palmerston. It
is always a l'outrance ; he never fires his pistol in
the air. As he rehearses the future in his
speeches or writings, tie first thing of which he
fiercely disencumbers tie present is the political pre-
sence of Lord Palmerston. Yet though they have
little or nothing in common, there is almost as little
of pure opposition in the objects for which Lord
Palmerston and Mr. Bright have struggled. In
genius, in unity of expression, in strength of feeling,
in force of passion, in all that fits a man for a
characteristic political portrait--to represent im-
pressively, that is, a single element in the political
life of a nation—j Mr. Bright has vastly the advan-
tage of his greater antagonist. He is himself essen-
tially all that he represents, while Lord Palmerston,
who represents much more than Mr. Bright, for
the most part only represents it, and has not, could
not have, lived it. Mr. Bright represents what little
of the genius of true democracy there is now in
England, as Lord Strafford represented the genius
most opposed to it during = the time of Charles
1. A Vandyke would paint of Mr. Bright
an historical picture never to be forgotten—the
broad Saxon face asserting its plebeianism as a pri-
vilege in spite of the clear light of genius,' the
smouldering fire just restrained sufficiently for the
thinker to calculate the blow, the homely imagina-
tion disdaining subtleties but vivid with a sort of
domestic light, the solid and heavy attitude planted
as it were on the earth, but yet an attitude that
suggests less resistance Shan aggression, the hand
lifted to give weight to deeply meditated wrath,
the lips formed to slow but weighty articulation,
and sending forth their words like cannon balls—
everything representative of the hostility to a do-
minant class, and of tiat sort of hostility which
springs from feeling profoundly the superi-
ority of common home life, laborious in-
dustry, and domestb affections, over the
shallower, less concentrated, less solidly rooted,
more indolent, lacer, and more worldy wisdom,
which he attributes to the aristocratic society sup-
plying the greater number of our rulers. Lord
Palmerston is no doubt a great contrast to, but in
no respect the antithesis of, Mr. Bright. You see
at once indeed what is in him which concentrates on
him so vividly the great democrat's wrath. In the
first place, as we said, he has strongly marked that
essential characteristic of a man of the world—the
power of recognizing and making his easy bow to
much which has no particular value to him, much
which perhaps he may even dislike or despise. Cha-
racters like Mr. Bright's have a keen hatred to this
knack of getting all the advantage, as it were, of re-
spect and admiration without feeling it. They call it
levity, and no doubt to some extent it does indicate
the absence of any strong discrimination between
good and evil, right and wrong. - Then there is
in Lord Palmerston, also conspicuous to discern,
unaright.He would marked
not only the pliancy of man of the world, but the
complacency of a man at the of top the world ; and
that, too, is insufferable to Mr. Bright. Then there
is the strong common-place conventional manner,
the habit of taking up hackneyed phrases that are
in every one's mouth, and which have no impress of
his own experience upon them, and this Mr. Bright
regards as buckram. Finally, there is the powerful
will, the strong jaw with its vivid lines, the dis-
tinctlyall expressing the force
yearns to defeat.
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Palmerston
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recognises
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scarcely be Prime Minister if he had. An English
Minister, above all au English Minister who has
passed through so many phases of government as Lord
must have much of the flexibility of
well as its tenacious roots. He must be
tPhaelmreeedrstaosn ,
well tempered to respect in political life much that
he does not respect in his own heart. He must not
identify himself too passionately with any political
cause, or he will narrow his influence and perhaps
also wear himself out. He must be shrewd and
take things easily, without wanting strength, Lord
Palmerston long ago expressed his contempt for the
belief entertained by the stiff Tories " that the
firm and steady determination of a few men in
power could bear down the opinions of the many,
and stifle the feelings of mankind," and he has
certainly always been on his guard against that
error bowing quite as cheerfully " to the
(as recently) they
aopppithneaoresd oofppothseedmtaonyre"whenform,
as he did more than
thirty years ago when they were in favour of it.
Something of flavourlessness, something of indif-
ference to personal convictions, must mark a man
who can represent a composite public opinion like
that of England, and represent it in the most dif-
ferent phases of political feeling. It is the privi-
lege—if it be a privilege, and in some sense it is—
of representing only a strong and homogeneous but
rather narrow class feeling, - as does Ur. Bright, •

that you can take the whole of its natural creed into
you heart of hearts, till it kindles the thoughts,
passions, and sentiments into one white glow of cdn-
viction. No such privilege—so far as it is a privi-
lege—can be enjoyed by a popular Prime Minister
who has shared for two complete generations in the
Government of England.
THE " EXAMINER'S" PANEGYRIC ONMR. DISRAELI.
—What is Mr. Disraeli about? Is he stripping him-
self of his Toryism, and about to return to the
Radicalism of his younger days, as the French say
we do to our first loves ? Certainly never was any-
thing less Conservative than his speech at the meet-
ing of the Bucks AgriMtural Association. Ile began
with a sort of defiance, for what else is it to tell a
meeting of farmers th harvest. is a fair one? In such
company there is never a good harvest, and it is insult
to speak of such a thi lit. Since the beginning of things
did ever mortal farmer satisfy the desires of his heart
in respect of crops? Is there not always something
to complain of, some pestilent fly in the pot of oint-
ment ? If the crops be abundant, prices are low in
consequence, and it is hardly worth while to gather
in the crops. If they be scanty, high prices will
never compensate the deficiency in quantity. So, like
a blow to the face of the meeting was Mr. Disraeli's
assertion that the harvest is a fair harvest. " Hear,
hear," cried the farmers in astonishment and anger,
and " No, no." They expected the usual condolence,
and they were offered congratulation ! But Mr. Dis-
raeli was nothing daunted. He stuck to it that the
harvest was fair, and took his stand upon the wheat
stacked while the weather was fine. But not to go
too far at once, he made a little concession as to bar-
ley, and adorned it in this fashion of the finest word
painting, " I admit that the brightness of our bar-
ley was tarnished by the gusts and showers. That
was a misfortune ;" and then he proceeded, in this
provoking language, to show that the misfortune of
tarnished brightness of barley was compensated by
the good done to theroot crops. Now the agricultural
mind abhors the saying about ill winds doing good, for
what farmer is to be reconciled to an ill wind " tar-
nishing the brightness of his barley" by reflecting on
what it may be doing for root crops. Sufficient for
the wind is the evil thereof, and it is a condition of
the agricultural mind to refuse comfort. It dwells
upon its disappointments and griefs, and will not
look beyond them. Or if it casts its eyes upon its
roots, it says, " What avails it that these roots are
refreshed and invigorated by gusts and showers, if
those gusts and showers have tarnished the bright-
ness of barley." And upon this thought the agri-
cultural mind sobs aloud. Having affronted the
meeting, as we have said, Mr. Disraeli proceeded to
reproac Bucks with its backwardness just as if pro-
gress was to be preached by the Conservative leader.
The Royal Bucks Association was the oldest agricul-
tural society, but it had never grown, never expanded,
and was in its infancy in its old age. "It worked
well in its generation," says Mr. Disraeli, but it has
not kept pace with the age, and has contented itself
with pottering over small local concerns, giving
leatner breeches to labourers who have reared a
score of children without parochial aid, and such
encouragements to virtue, rather than to cultivation.
But it was when he came to the virtues of competi-
tion that Mr. Disraeli threw off all disguise, and
broke all terms with the meetirg by expounding
the great free-trade principle. Look, abroad, he
says, enlarge your views, see what others are doing,
and profit by the example and rivalry. All this is
the A B Cof the free-trade lesson, and as Bucks
is to Britain so is Britain to all the rest of the world,
from unrestricted intercourse and competition with
which it derives its immense advantages. Mr. Dis-
raeli wisely deprecates drawing conclusions from a
contracted area of observation, •and still more to be
deprecated is drawing supplies fiom a limited field,
which the protective system proposed. What Cob-
den taught 30 years back Mr. Disraeli teaches now
in Bucks, but beginning at the' beginning, as is
necessary with suc pupils, for whose weak diges-
tions strong meats are not fitted. Commencing.
however, with the transcendent virtues of competi-
tion, which Mr. Disraeli so well recommends, all
the rest comes easily. Altogether Mr. Disraeli
made an extremely good speech, sensible through-
out, and candid.

THE REFORM LEAGUE.—The executive committee
of the above League met at their rooms, 8, Adel-
phi-terrace, Strand, on Friday evening last, Edmond
Beale, Esq., president, in the chair. The minutes, of the
previous meeting having been confirmed, together with
the weekly accounts of income and expenditure, the secre-
tary read correspondence from Glasgow, Halifax, Newark,
Nottingham, and other places. Reports of meetings were
then given as follows :—Mr. Baxter Langley reported the
meeting held in Cubitt Town, isle cf Dogs, in which lo-
cality the reform element seems very strong and enthusi-
astic. The Secretary reported the opening of a now branch
at Heston, and the probability of great success in that lo-
cality from the earue stness and intelligence of its promcters
The President and Mr. George Odger reported the success
of their mission to Grantham, and the earnestness of
the men in that district. The: secretary also reported
the opening of a new branch in Halifax, with most
favourable prospects for a thoroughly successful winter's
campaign. Some remarks having been made in reference
to Mr. Bright's letter to the reformers of Glasgow ; the
council deprecated the delay advised in that letter, such
policy had already produced injurious results to the Reform
cause, and it was humiliating to the country to make a
national cause dependent upon the caprice of Lord Palmer-
ston, or any other individual. The programme of the con-
ference was then submitted for reconsideration, and, after
some further revision, adjourned till next meeting. Captain
Dresser Rogers, and Messrs. John R. Taylor and De
Gruyther were added to the financial committee. After
some further business the meeting separated.

AN AMERICAN TRAGEDY.—A frightful crime was
committed at Hartshorn's Tavern, near Dedham Court-
house, Boston, on the Ist inst. The Boston 1-Jerald thus
describes the tragedy :—" The victims were Dr. Carlos
Markon and Cora Marston, his daughter, and the mur-
deress was Mrs. Susannah Marston, his wife. For several
years Mrs. Ma rston had been in feeble health, and some
five weeks since she recovered from an attack of the
measles, which apparently left her in a more prostrate
mental condition than before. On Wednesday she was
much prostrated and absent-minded—did not appear to
know where she was, and indulged in strange incohe-
rent utterances. • On Thursday she appeared batter, but
presented a wild and haggard look. About three days
previously she manifested a desire to possess her husband's
revolver, and it was feared she might destroy her own
life. Hence the doctor placed the weapon in his trunk, hav-
ing first drawn the charges. Miss May, an invalid resident
in the house, states that on Thursday night Mrs. Marston
came to her room late about a disturbance which a cat be-
low stairs was creating, and that she (Mrs. M.) said some-
thing about killing him before morning.' This remark
as alarmed Miss May that when the doctor visited her
to leave her medicine or instructions still later at
night, she told him of his wife's remark, and he
replied ha was going to bed and would lock his
door. Whether he did this or not is not known, as no one
now living saw him alive subsequently. Miss May now
dropped asleep. About 2 o'clock she says she was awakened
by a noise which seemed to her like scuffling, and a fall
overhead. She presently heard the report of a pistol, and
comprehending the position of affairs at once she inune-
diatel arose, and crossing one or two apartments passed to
the foot of She stairs in the front entry. Here, being afraid
to go upstairs, she called loudly two or three times to the
doctor, but from him she received no response, for at
that time he was probably still in death. Mrs. Marston,
however, appeared at the head of the stairs without alight,
and in a firm calm tone ordered Miss May to go to her
room and remain quiet under the penalty of having her
brains blown out. The frightened girl, after hastily
throwing on her clothing, went out in quest of help. She
first met a Mrs. Hartshorn,who resided in the other part of
the house, and who had also heard the noise, and they
together wont after some of the neighbours. Before they
left the house two additional shots were heard, and
ere they returned two others, accompanied with groans.
Having procured the assistance of two or three men, they
returned to the house. The party went upstairs and first
visited Dr. Marston's chamber. On the bed lay the doctor
upon his back; and restsng upon one arm, which was par-
tiall3 round her neck, while her head reclined upon his
shoulder, lay the body of Mrs. Marston. Both were dead ; .
and the revolver was found in the bed. The room of Cora,
the daughter, was next visited. Cora lay upon the door
near her bed, her face turned downwards, her clothing
saturated with blood, and her face discoloured with it. A
very strong odour of chloroform pervaded the house, and a
3oz. bottle, nearly empty, was found. It was clear that the
murderess had used it to stupify her victims before finally
taking their lives. The doctor had received one shot
through the lungs, Mrs. Marston one through the :chest
and one through the heart, and the little girl one in the
back and one in the head."

Disappearance of some old customs once more
honoured among us in the observance than the
breach. There is no disguising the matter, says the Queen,
that this is avery fast and material ago, and that many things
are gradually disappearing which some would have willingly
preserved. How many satires keep Christmas now in the
manner-so admirably described by the author of "Brace-
bridge Hall." Who burns the yule log now In how many
halls of our gentry is the centre-dance danced ? How many
young ladies aro there who would not shriek at mention
of the mistletoe? Who "takes wine together" now
—that old, old custom, which afforded to many an
adversary in
a hot quarrel the opportunity. of grace-
fully holding forth the olive branch of peace ? Alack, the
day ! These and many other grand old customs have
disappeared, or aro fast disappearing, like the costumes,
into the limbo of the past ! The last blow to those who
aro Conservatively-minded with regard to these old
bulwarks of nationality, these symptoms of na-
tional. peculiarities, was perhaps the dreadful
announcement which has now become so common, of "no
cards." Well might our valued correspondent R. B. ask
wittily and pungently, "What next ? No cards ! No
wedding cake ! uo wedding! no nothing