The Sun.
London, England, 1849-07-26 00:00:00

SENECA.

'1 here can be slain
No sacrifice to God more acceptable
Than an unjast and wicked king.
Let wicked and unjust kings, emperors, presidents,
judges, and generals remember that their foul ways may
excite what some would term just revenge—at all ev?,nts,
let them remember, that whilst they pursue their vicious
course, they will most certainly be punished even in this
world, though not corporially, yet mentally, in the loss of
peace of mind, by being obliged to sustain a black and
corrupted heart and the gnawing of a guilty conscience,
and that the time is now come when wise men will no
longer be persuaded that the Pope or any other means,
except the power of Omnipotence, can save them from
the consequences of their rebellion against the laws of
God and man.

But the French tyrants (I do not mean noble and
illustrious Lamartine and his friends) appear to me to
have acted a still more base part towards the Romans
by destroying their (the Romans') freedom under the
mask of liberty, and like the cowardly assassin are revel-
hug in their success. Fur their consideration, also, let
tn° give two or three more quotations from the an-
cients:—

DANTE
0 Constantine, of how much. ill was cause,
Not thy conversion, but those rich domains
That the first wealthy Pope received of thee.
Founded in chaste and humble poverty,
Gainst them that raised thee dost thou lift thy horn?

ARIOSTO.
Then passed he to a fl)wery mountain green
Which once smelt sweet, now stinks as odiously.
This was the gilt, if you the truth will have,
That Constantine to good Sylvester gave.
'Tis you that SOPHOCLES.
say it, not I,—you do the deed
And Your ungodly deeds find me the words.,
Si on
Of all tyranny, that effected under the garb of reli-
is the most detestable, as subverting the truth, and
in copse the
the principles of pure Christianity, viz.," do-
g to others as ye would that others should do."
Yours, &c.,

'PHILANTHROPY.

FROM A CORRESPONDENT.
What death so glorious or so sweet,
Could e'er Hungarian warrior meet,
As, filled with patriotic fire,
For Hungary's freedom to expire I
Sunderland, July 26.

LONDON LIFE ASSOCIATION.—At the half-yearly
meeting of the court of proprietors yesterday, at the
offices in Ring William-street, City, Sir Claudius Bus-
ter in the chair, the report showed a receipt for the half-
year ending 30th June last of 189,604/., leaving a
balance, after disbursements, of 22,6561. The tangible
securitiesti deposited in the names of the trustees in tlO
de-
bentures.
of England amounted to 100,0001. of Canada de-
res. The present value of 5,563,4721. assured on
lives of members to J
the amount assuredtoon:
olty2h
el,l
lives of
wmaesm2b,e9r3s4,67f4o6c le. ,
Julyan d
1, 1848, amounted
1850. The accounts which will be valued in
-sho'oeoedol.E reduction of 67 per cent.
for the current year
ciolin,,st:hedptorenaiums of members, and
the directors were re
taking assurances to the amounconsider
oot the
fnstproprietyead ofo
5,0001. as a maximum.
DEATH BY LIGHTNING AT WOODW An awful
thunder storm passed over Woolwich sihcurn.tdlyafter four
O'clock, P.M., yesterday, at the time the boa
bled on the parade ground for their usual afte had
assem-
formance. A number of men of the 7th battranliooon per-
told off for duty to keep back the crowd generalli, weren
sent from pressing too closely upon the band; and:w4hriele
employed in that way the lightning descended aninni7st
them, killing Gunner Queeny on the spot, and knocking
down Gunner Millstead with such force that he remained
speechless for some time. Several others were stunned,
but soon recovered. On lifting up the body of Gunner
Queeny, it was found that the electric fluid had passed
through his fatigue cap, which was burnt, and through
his skull, coming out below the lower jaw-bone, and
running down his body to the lower part of his side,
Where it left him. The bodies of both gunners were
immediately conveyed to the hospital, that assistance
might bo obtained for the gunner still in life.
The most mischievous liars are those who keep on
the verge of truth..—Eliza Cook's Journak