The Sun.
London, England, 1849-11-06 00:00:00

THE SUN,

MARKET NEWS.-(THIS DAY•)

11117
SMITJFIELD,—Meadow Hay, 21 lOs to 31 10s; Clover
ditto, 3' o,i to 41 103; and Straw, 11 4s t 3 11 10, per
load. A moderate supply, and a steady trade.
CUMBERLAND.—MeacIow Hay, 2412, to 31 12i; Clover
ditto, 31 Os to 41 los ; and Straw, 1/ 5s to 11 lOs per
;oEci. Supply tolerably good, and trade dull.
WHITECILAPEL.—Meadow Hay, 21 10s to 31 10s;
Clover, ditto, 3l Os to 4l 12s; and Straw, 1? 4s to 11 10:4 per
bad. Trade steady, t full prices.
COLONIAL.

StIGXR —'l here continues a steady demand for Bri-
tish P.antati,,n, the sales exceeding 770 hhds, including
123 hhds Rarbadoes, at auction, which realised 38s 61
to 403 6d for mid to good yellow; 7,830 bags Bengal,
and 470 bags Madras, sold briskly at rather bight r
rates, the termer ..t 43s to 48s for mid to fine crystalised,
393 to 40s 6d for Rmares, and 33s 6d to 41s 61 for low
yellow to fine pale date kind, and the latter at 363 6(1 to 415
6d for low to tine grainy yellow. The quantity of British
Plantation landed last week at the E4st and West India
Docks was 2,165 hhds, 232 tierces, 1,039 barrels; there
were taken for home consumption 1,603 hhds, 187 tree,
288 barrels. The stock in the same place is 1,844 hhds,
2,548 tierces, 5.571 barrels.
CorrEz.-387 bags 215 casks Plantation Ceylon, and
31 casks Jamaica, were mostly disposed of at prices
barely supporting those previously current; 1,014 bags
fine ord La Gua:, ra were withdrawn, with the exception
of about 300, at 45,; 850 bags good ord Rio sold pri-
vately at 41s to 41s 61, bciug extreme prices; Native
Ceylon continues in good demand, and several parcels
have changed hands privately at 43s to 43s 6d, with a
few very superior at 44s per cwt.
Rtl3l.—The quantity landed last week at the Bag
and West India Docks was 334 puns, 20 hhds; there
were taken for home consumption 184 puns, 23
and exported 80 puns, 105 hhds. The stock in the same
pLe.s is 23,186 pucs, 2,039 this.
lircE.-500 bags Bengal went at easier rates, viz., Os
to 9s 61 for low mld
SALTPETRE.-250 bags Bengal were disposed of at 3d
decline, per cent. retraction,. 26s 6d, and one lot at
27s per cwt.
TALLOW.—P.Y.C. is 37s to 37s 3d per cwt. on the
spot, and Town 39s 6,1, with a fair business.
TEA—Black is dull, and Green well supported.
COTTON.—This article is quiet.

LONDON,

and called for some refreAment. Just before they left
the house the prisoner came up to him and uLked him to
sttnd " some hie. Ile declined acceding to
her icquest, when she called him by a filthy expression,
and, t4l,lng up a coup-pla'.C, truck hi to with such rio-
knee on the head that the plate was broken in several
pieces, and the blood flowed in torrents from the wound
she had inflicted. He called out for the waiter, who
came and washed his head, and applied some adhesive
plaister to the wound. Witness then walked to the
door, and, having called a constable, gave the prisoner
in charge.
Two witnesses were called, who proved seeing the
prisoner strike complainant with the plate.
The prisoner, who denied the charge, was fined 41.,
and in default to he committed fir one month.

M AGAZINES, &c.--(CONTINUED.)

DAVID COPPEIIFIELD.
Charles Dickens.
Seventeen years have conducted little David to
that intermediate period between boyhood and man-
hood, when the thoughts, the manners, and the
sensations of the stripling may be depicted in one
word, as the thoughts, the manners, and the sensations
of extreme awkwardness. He has, like Byron at
Missolonghi, to look around, and choose his ground,
and not to take his rest, but select his profession.
Mr. Dick at one time, in a moment of inspiration,
suggests that Trot should be made " a brazier"—
but for ever afterwards holds his tongue on the days
of consultation. At last aunt Betsy resolves that,
as a preliminary step, he shall make an excur-
sion, just to see a little of life prior to
settling down in any employment going
first to London and afterwards to Yarmouth to visit
the Barkises and Peggottys—bidding him before his
departure, however, to emulate his immortal sister
I3etsy Trotwood, that hypothetical baby, that wholly
supposititious infant, which we have already designated
the Mrs. Harris of the nursery. Before leaving for
the metrop2lis, Trot goes to bid farewell to all friends
at Canterbury. The Old Soldier comes out in great
strength ; Mr. Wickfield betrays a yet more deplor-
able affection for the port wine bottle; dear old Dr.
Strong purposes giving up his academy ; and Uriah
Ileep gives yet more visible indications of his knavery.
Little Agnes, though she says nothing about it, and
though the author himself says nothing about
it, is, we cannot help conjecturing, in love with David.
A portent of calamity to poor dear old Dr. Strong is
muttered by the biographer, who says that "it fell
like a stain upon the quiet place where I had worked
and played as a boy, and did it a cruel wrong." It is
sufficiently manifest to us that Jack Maldon, who is
coming back from India on a pretence of ill-health,
will elope with Annie, between whom and Mr. Wick-
field there appears to be a profound suspicion. Starting
at last by the coach-and-four to London, Trot expe-
riences his first " fall " in life—being degraded from
the boxseat to make room for " a shabby man
with a squint, who had no other merit than
smelling like a livery-stables." After that
terrible rebuff says the victim—" I felt completely
extinguished and dreadfully young." He meets with
carcely more exhilarating treatment on his arrival at
the Golden Cross, Charing-cross, where the waiter
familiar, the people generally act towards him without
respect, and the very chambermaid seems to mock at
him by bringing him" shaving water" in the morn-
ing. On all occasions and at all times the feeling of
David seems to be an overwhelming sense that he is
" dreadfully young." At night, after going to the
play, Trot encounters an old schoolfellow—the
n:eeting is beautifully told :
" Steerforthl won't you speak to me?'
" He looked at me—just as he used to look, sometimes
—but I saw no recognition in his face.
" You don't remember me, lam afraid,' said I.
" My God!' he suddenly exclaimed. 'lt is little
Copperfield
" I grasped him by both hands, and could not let
them go. But for very shame, and the fear that it
might displease him, I could have held him round the
neck and cried.

No. VII. By

" I never, never, never was so glad! My dear Steer-
forth, I am so overjoyed to see you!'
"' And I am rejoyced to see you, too!' he said, shak-
ing my hands heartily. Why, Copperfield, old boy,
don't be overpowered!' And yet he was glad, too, I
thought, to see how the delight I had in meeting him
affected me.

" I brushed away the tears that my utmost resolution
had not been able to keep back, and I made a clumsy
laugh of it, and we sat down together, side by side."
Steerforth conducts his young friend, whom he chris-
tends " Daisy" by reason of his freshness, to his
home at Highgate—the waiter having previously
altered his demeanour to Trot in consideration of his
acquaintance. "He attended on us, I may say,"
observes Daisy, " in sackcloth and ashes. At
Steerforth's home we are introduced to a Miss Dartle,
otherwise Rosa, Steerforth's lady-mother's companion.
Here is her portrait in four lines :
" She was a little dilapidated—like a house—with
having been so long to let: yet had, as I have said, an
appearance of good looks."
. .

Steerforth's servant, Littimer, is still better drawn, and
promises to be of some importance—his chief charac-
teristic being respectability. "If his nose," says the
author; " had been upside down he would have made
that respectable." Ultimately Daisy and Steerforth
proceed together to Yarmouth. The meeting of
David with dear old Peggotty, now Mrs. Barkis, is
exquisitely true and simple. Here it is :
" Is Mr. Barkis at home, ma'am?' I said, feigning to
speak roughly to her.
" He's at home, sir, returned Peggotty, ' but he's bad
abed with the rheumatics.'
" Don't he go over to Blunderstone now ?' I asked.

"' When he's well, he do,' she answered.
" Do you ever go there, Mrs. Barkis?'
" She looked at me more attentively, and I noticed a
quick movement of her hands towards each other.
" Because I want to ask a question about a house
there, that they call the—what is it?--the Rookery,'
said I.
"She took a step backward, and put out her hands in
an undecided frightened way, as it to keep me off.
" Peggotty !' I cried to her.
" She cried, My darling boy !' and we both burst into
tears, and were locked in one another's arms."
Barkis proves to be too rheumatic to be shaken bands
with, " but he begged me to shake the tassel on the
top of his nightcap, which I did most cordially."
"As he lay in bed," says Daisy, " face upwards, and
so covered, with that exception, that he seemed to be
nothing but a face—like a conventional cherubim—
he looked the queerest object I ever beheld." Leaving
the Barkises after a delightful day there, David and
Steerforth proceed at night across the Yarmouth
flats to the ship, where they find Mr. P, ggotty, Mrs.
Gummidg,-?, Ham and Em'ly, all in a high state of
health and good humour—the two latter being that
moment Letrothed to each other! The way in which
the love passages between Ham and Etnly are re-
counted by Mr. Peggotty, and. the way in which the
stalwart Ham, trembling, corroborates the tale of
his love, are beautiful. Ham' indeed, feeling com-
pelled to say something, speaks as follows with much
faultering and great difficulty :
" She warn't no higher than you was, Mas'r Davy—
when you first come—when I thought what she'd grow
up to be. I see her grow up—gentlinen—like a flower.
I'd lay down my life for her—Mas'r Davy —Ohl most
content and cheerful! _ She's more to me—gent'lmen—

than—she's all to me that ever I can want, and more
than ever I—than ever I could say. I—l love her true.
There ain't a gent'lmen in all the land—nor yet sailing
upon all the sea—that can love his lady more than I love
her, though there's many a common man—would say
better—what ho meant.'
" I thought it affecting to see such a sturdy fellow as
Ham was now, trembling in the strength of what he felt
for the pretty little creature who had won his heart."
Steerforth threatens to mar all the joy and inno-
cence of this charming "family picture"—Em'ly
teirg very becutiful and he very profligate.

TILE ST. JAMES'S. Edited by J. B. Burke, Esq.
The editor comes forward in propria persona this
month, and relates a recent visit to Stoneleigh Abbey
in such an agreeable manner, that we hope for the
future he will, whenever he takes a trip into the
country, record his thoughts and impressions in the
pages of the magazine. Mr. John Hay commences
"Boscobel—a History," being a narrative of the adven-
tures of Charles 11. during his escape after
" Wor'ster fight." The present instalment concludes
with the close of the adventure of the Royal Oak.
There are various other articles of merit on subjects
of antiquarian research, besides the Heraldic Re-
gister and Annotated Obituary for the month.