The Sun.
London, England, 1838-01-04 00:00:00

TO THE EDITOR OF THE S

Sta,—lt has truly been remarked that " apostacy is the order
of the day. If we look around we shall soon perceive that there is
too much truth the remark. Mr. Arben, the Chairman of Mr.
Leader's Committee during the late elections, has come forward
and, in a letter which has been noticed by most of the journals, at-
tacked that gentleman in a most unbecoming manner. It will not,
perhaps, be amiss, if we inquire for one moment, who is this Mr.
Arber ? At every recent election he has appeared before the
electors in Covent-garden, and there, in a most uncompromising
manner, attacked 'the Conservative party, at the same time holding
up the Liberals to admiration. It would be pressing too much on
your time and attention were I to bring before your notice any ex-
tracts from the numerous lengthy speeches of this gentleman. Let
your readers contrast them with the sentiments he has lately ex-
pressed, and they will, if I rightly judge, trace a very great resem-
blance between him and the candidate whom in those speeches he
condemns in such unqualified terms—Sir Francis Burdett.
One word more, Sir, and I have done. Every one will see, if
they will give themselves the trouble to observe, what are the
wishes of the Conservative Journals. The Standard of last night,
and the Times of this morning, praise the conduct of Mr. Arber in
such a manner as cannot fail to gratify his vanity. They plainly
perceive that he is a vacillating politician ; andbeing an influential
man, doubt not that he would be a great acquisition, if they could
by caresses induce him to fight under their banners. Let Mr. Arber
think
he willy him write as he may—let him apostatize as
has—he find too much good sense in the independent electors
of Westminster to follow him in the . • . and . . . course he
has adopted.

I am, Sir, your's respectfully,
H. P. M

8313.

CANADIAN WINTER SONG

Br (RS. MOODIE.
'Tis merry to hear at evening time,
By the blazing hearth, the sleigh-bells chime',
And to know each bound of the steed brings nigher
The friend for whom no have heaped the fire.
Light leap our hearts, while the listening hound
Springs forth to hail him with bark and bound.
'Tis he 1 and blithely the gay bells sound,
As his sleigh glides over the frozen ground.
Hark I he has passed the dark pine wood,
And skims like a bird o'er the ice-bound flood.
Now he catches the gleam from the cabin door,
Which tells that his toilsome journey's o'er.
Our cabin is small, and coarse. our cheer,
But love has spread the banquet here ;
And childhood springs to be caresssed
By our well beloved and welcome guest.
With a smiling brow his tale he tells,
While the urchins ring the merry sleigh-bells.
From the cedar swamp the gaunt wolves howl,
From the hollow oak loud whoops the owl,
Scared by the crash of the falling tree ;
But these sounds bring terror no more to me.
No longer I listen with boding fear
The sleigh-bell's distant chime to hear,
Martin's Colonies, Vol. 3
* The horses in the sleighs or carrioles have small bells
hung on the harness, the sound of which is cheering to the
animal as well as to his master. In a frosty night sound is
rapidly and exteasively conveyed to an anxious and listening
car, and the tinkle of the distant sleigh-bell may well be
thought musical.