The Sun.
London, England, 1854-11-10 00:00:00

THE WEATHER IN THE CRIMEA.

A letter from the bay of Chersoriesus says--
"Contrary to general opinion which has given such a
bad reputation to the Black Sea at this season particularly,
we enjoy a Neapolitan temperature, and our passage was as
calm as if we were sailing down the Saone. Russian policy
has expressly maligned the Euxine. Whether we have
fallen in by chance with an exceptional series of fair days,
and whether St. Sergics has proved false to his protege
Nicholas, I know not. It was only on the last day of our
voyage that a thick mist covered the sky and sea; but on
arriving in the evening in sight of the Crimea, the veil of
fog rent by the wind, or by the violen t and continuous artil-
lery, melted off, and allowed us to admire the magic coup-
d'ccil presented by the picturesque coast of the TauricCher-
sonesus when lighted up by the settingsun. Almost all the
passengers, with the greater numberofofficers.grouped on
the deck, listened with breathless anxiety to the distant
sound of the cannon. As each shot became more and
more distinct, they could not restrain their feelings ;
they uttered shouts of joy, and clapped their hands in
exultation ; and we arrived in time to witness the end
of that gigantic drama. The glasses directed to the
hmizon tried to make out the position of the fleets, and
especially the shifting masses of wliite smoke which ap-
peared in relief on the blue face of the lofty and rugged
mountains of the Tschadyrdagh. The whole presented
the appearance of an immense conflagration. It was
the fire of the batteries roaring all at the same
moment. It was the smoke of a colossal human
sacrifice in the midst of a most beautiful landscape,
on a still and lovely autumn evening, with an
unruffled sea. Night fell. The scene changed. Hun-
dreds of fires gleamed along the shore. Thousands of
others which remained invisible might be traced by
the luminous reflection on the mist, which turned
red each minute from the flashes of artillery.
It is more easy to comprehend than to express
in a hurried letter what each of us felt on viewing that
night scene to which wind and steam were bringing us
nearer each moment, but not quick enough for our im-
patience."

THE CORRESPONDENTS OE THE DAILY
PRESS.

(From, Galignani's Messenger.)

If newspaper correspondents would give opinions as
opinions, and facts as facts, the public would be able to
form correct conclusions ; but where opinions are given
as facts, this is impossible. Look, for instance, at
what is stated respecting the Lancaster guns, which
have been used in the siege of Sebastopol. One
correspondent asserts that they are a thorough
failure, and mentions one of them which was
repeatedly fired without producing the slightest
impression ; another correspondent speaks of them in
terms of rapturous commendation. He states that every
shot was followed by ruinous effects for the enemy,
and that if there had been twenty of these guns sent out
Sebastopol would in a week have been reduced to ruins.
Now this, after the trials that have been made, could
not be mere matter of opinion. One or other of the
correspondents must have misrepresented facts, and such
misrepresentation can only have been intentional, or
have resulted from the ignorance of the writer as to
the circumstances of which he pretends to have been
an eye-witness. Other and far more grave re-
proaches may be reads as regards some of the private
correspondence from the East. The writers, in their
anxiety to send a great deal of news, and that of the
most piquant character, have not hesitated to adopt as
their own the opinions of some discontented persons,
and have indulged in remarks, and even in inventions,
which were of a nature to create an unpleasant feeling in
the minds of English or French readers who do not sus-
pect the origin of the information. We had a remark-
able instance of this mode of acting two days ago in
the Constantinople correspondence of a Belgian
journal. It stated that the loss of the French squadron
before Sebastopol on the 17th was terrible, owing to the
English ships not coming up in time, and leaving the
French ships exposed to the tire of the forts. This asser-
tion was alike false and wicked. There was no delay on
the part of the English, and their loss was greater than
that if the French ships engaged in the bombardment.
Both parties did their duty valiantly and gloriously, and
the attempt to bring discredit upon either one or the
other can find no excuse in the mind of any impartial
and honourable person.

DREADFUL ACCIDENT AT AN IRON-YARD.-
FALL OF 300 TONS OF IRON.

Last evening, about six o'clock, an accident of a most
frightful character, caused by the falling of the above-
mentioned weight of metal, took place in the iron-
yard belonging to Messrs. Farmer, tool-merchants
and ironmongers, St. John-street, Clerkenwell, and
which has resulted in the death of Henry Lynn, the fore-
man of the yard. The place where the accident occurred
is a large yard in the rear of the house and shop, and in
order that the nature of the occurrence may be properly
understood, it is necessary to briefly explain how the
place was constructed fur keeping the material which
has fallen down. The iron, which was all bar of diffe-
rent thicknesses, varying in length from eight to sixteen
feet, was kept in the yard beneath a roof of a shed-like
construction, itself being stackel perpendicularly in a
number of stacks, according to its substance, space
being left between each stack far enough apart
for any one to go in and examine the metal. Each
separate stack leant against separate bars of timber,
trebly supported by tressels of very great strength, and
secured with iron caps and clamps. The first indica-
tion which was given of the accident was just before
closing the yard, when some of the workmen who were
at a distance from the shed heard a clattering amongst
the iron, and saw the whole of the stacks falling rapidly
one against the other into the yard, and deceased, who
was unable to get out of the way, was buried beneath
the first that reached the ground, the rest falling upon
that, and entirely crushing him. Up to a late hour
last night the body had not been got out. That more
lives were not sacrificed was most miraculous, as the
yard and shed are generally all day long filled with
work•people and purchasers, assorting and selecting
iron. The melancholy occurrence has occasioned the
greatest consternation in the neighbourhood.