The Sun.
London, England, 1849-04-07 00:00:00

AINSWORTH.

" Crichton" draws to its conclusion, and, like a
skilful dramatist, Mr. Ainsworth has rendered the
conclusion of his work peculiarly interesting. In
this number the unnatural Catharine de Medicis
reveals to Crichton the secret plot which threatens
the life of King Henry, and in which she, his mother,
is a prime agent, and in which Crichton is to be
chief assassin. 'We leave the gallant Scot in the
utmost perplexity, anxious to save the King, but
bound by a solemn oath not to reveal the terrible
secret imparted to him. "Le Jardin de la Mert at
Boulogne," by Mrs. White, is a beautiful and tender
reminiscence of the cemetery at Boulogne. Many
will recognise this description of "graves larded all
with sweet flowers, lying amidst the dark green cypress
trees. Some so wrapped up in-foliage that the gray
stone scarce shows through, but there is one space,
where no flowers bloom, marked by a solitary
column, on which we read—' Here lie the bodies of
eighty-two of the unfortunate persons wrecked on the
coast of Boulogne, in the English convict-ship Am-
phitrite, the 31st August, 1833.' " Mrs. White
also noticed the grave of some ladies who had
perished in the shipwreck of the Conqueror in
1843, but she looked in vain for the name of on.)
of the sufferers on that melancholy occasion, Miss
Tarton, who has been truly apostrophised as " The
Angel of the Storm." Mrs. White thus feelingly
relates her beautiful and heart-touching history :
" We looked in vain for the grave of one more of
these victims. She who like one already beatified, had
borne up against the terrors of the storm—passing
from group to group of her fellow-sufferers—breathing
hope to one, religion to another—folding like Charity
the trembling children in her robes—rousing fresh
courage in the sailors, and with fair hands assisting to
repair the storm-torn canvass. She who in that
sublime moment—greater than the great Czar himself
(for she conquered self ), beating down the fears of her
sex, in order to animate'the hopes of others! had she no
monument—no graven stone to show where, in a woman's
fot m, so much high courage and endurance slumbered ?
Alas, no! we threaded the close graves—read one by
one the names and epitaphs—visited the guardian's
cottage, and turned over all the entries in his dismal
ledger that came under the initial we required. Miss
Turton's name was not amongst them. The English
Consul then occurred to us, and through a friend, his
intimate acquaintance, we learned the following par-
ticulars. She had been taken to India by her friends to
avoid a marriage which displeased them, and upon
which she was resolved. Extremely beautiful and ac-
complished, numerous offers of the most advantageous
kind awaited her, but to the mortification of her family,
only to be rejected. She had plighted her faith, and
given her affections to another, and with the force of
character so sublimely exhibited in the last scene of her
life, she refused the temptations which Eastern wealth
and ambition offered her, and in other ways so convinced
her family of the uselessness of detaining her from Eng-
land against her will, that they consented to her return.
Here, then, was the secret of her courage—her con-
tempt of fear; hence the lofty struggle against death,
which set at nought the power of the tempest, and buoyed
her frailness with a giant's strength. Love, stronger
than death, upheld her. And while this dragged her
back to the overwhelming seas, waved her onward to the
shores—so slightly separated from him fur whom the
peril was encountered. All know how she perished,
and with the rest of her fellow-sufferers was laid beneath
the roses in the Cimetilre de Boulogne. In consequence,
however, of the application of her lover for the body—an
application, seconded by a requisition from the grand-
father of the unfortunate young lady, the Consul con-
ceived himself authorised to order her disinterment, and
her grave is therefore in England."

THE SPORTING REVIEW.
" Brought Down at Bay" and " The Steeple-chase
—and the Grey wins !" are the illustrations for the
new number of the Sporting Review. How "the
Grey" won is thus told in the letter-press, but it is
far more effectively shown in the engraving—the
anxiety depicted in the countenances of the rival
horses (if the term be admissible) is admirable:—
"Our chase is decided, as it has been run all through
quite on the improved system. We left them at the last
awkward fence, with two down, ono all out of it, and the
professional promising, perhaps, to land in safety. Thi.,
with quite a monopoly of fortune's favour, he achieved;
and, knowing the worth of such a pull at such a time,
goes on again with a full sail, you may be sure. Indeed,
by the time our friend the Captain has scrambled out,
and set himself right again, it looks very doubtful as to
his ever catching him, or ever finishing in a decent place,
despite' the bit of flat' roped in for a race. Still no
race is won till it's over, and there is no knowing what
may be done by going to work with a good heart. The
Captain see ms to feel this, and is at his horse with a
vigour that means reaching him and nothing else. The
bly too (the horse in advance) is certainly not as supe-
rior in pace as he is in fencing; but his jockey is quite
still on him yet, while there is a terrible shaking and
hustling behind him. He gains the last row of hurdles
well in front, but dwells sadly in jumping them; and,
by the Lord Harry, they'll catch him now. St—, st—l
it's a race now, if you like. Crack, crack!—and the
Captain and the striped jacket are grinding and grin-
ning away like mad. They have caught him within two
strides of the post, and once caught him they have beat
him. Crack, crack! go the whips again; and it's all
over—and the grey wins As we always told you he
would."

MISCELLANEOUS.
The editor of
,the Metropolitan has contributed to
that magazine a long article on " Women as they
are," in which he, avowedly, throws no light upon
the mysteries of that perplexing subject. We hardly
think the article in question will increase its writer's
popularity with the ladies. Among the articles in
the Metropolitan, is one by Lieutenant-Colonel Hort,
entitled " My 'White Charger; or the Horse that
cost me 2001.; lost me 70,000/. ; drove me from
society ; eventually deprived me of all my friends ;
and, finally, compelled me to quit the service." A
charger even more remarkable than " the wondrous
Horse of Brass on which the Tartar King did ride."
The Farmer's Magazine contains portraits of
" Senator, a short-horned Bull," and " The
Hero, winner of the Emperor's Plate at Ascot,
1847 and IB4B."—One cf the most interest-
ing contributions to Sharpe's very interesting
London Journal is the diary (imaginary, of course)
of Mary Powell, afterwards Mrs. Milton. The
style is admirable, and the deception complete. In
some casual observations of the future Mrs. Milton,
we recognise the little sympathy felt by the country
maiden for her poet-lover, and augur little happi-
ness for their married life—for, as the Duchess de
Praslin has so beautifully said, "sympathy is the
marriage of souls." Sharpe '8 Magazine maintains the
high character it has recently attaineLl.—The People's
Journal contains its customary admixture of the
dulce and the utile—short stories, giving a
useful lesson in an agreeable manner, &c.
&c. The engravings are, some of them, not
distinguished for clearness.—Le Follet, as usual,
affords some admirable specimens of the beauties of
fashion. One of the plates in this number represents
a fair lady in bridal attire, as beautiful as brides are
always supposed to be.—The Family Herald con-
tains an amazing amount of useful and interesting
maxims and pieces of instruction—some original and
others collected from almost as various sources as the
materials of Mr. Macaulay's history. If the editor
would make all his original contributors in poetry and
fiction perform their parts as admirably as he per-
forms his, the Family Herald would be a most valu-
able publication. As it is, we doubt not many a
good lesson is here learned that in other guise
would be unpalateable.—The :Repertory of In-
ventions and the Patent Journal contain much
interesting information on the subject of new inven-
tions, a subject always interesting to the mechanical
or scientific reader.—The Colonial Church Chronicle
&c.,
uasntdomthaeryevhaur
variety
ofo f Englandseriousanlldlaugsaezful in
bas articles on Bombay, Prince Rupert's Land, &c.,
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Lovs AT FIRST SIGHT Aayodueny swain of Shef-
field, named Joseph Topha. m
visited Epworth Market on Thursday,
so desperately in love with the landlo'rd's daughter,ee thate
he proposed, was accepted,
. and bought the ring the same
night. It was the intention of the enamoured pair to
have the indissoluble knot tied the following morning,
but a " trifling difficulty" was interposed by the less en-
raptured and more calculating parent, who forbid the
banns. Nothing daunted, however, the gay Lothario
persisted in but !tilt, and by an indomitable persever-
ance succeeded. in accomplishing his object, and was
cattle,trsffic, 867/.
married, by licence, at Ilaxey Church, on Saturday
morning, the 31st. ult.
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