The Sun.
London, England, 1836-05-09 00:00:00

STATE OF TRADE.

(From the Leeds Intel*neer of Saturday.)
LEEDS.—Business is as brisk in all departments of the
woollen trade as it has been for some time past ; the prin-
cipal demand being for coarse woollens, though cloths of
lighter qualities are beginning to be more in request. The
sales of black cloths in the Halls on Tuesday were not
quite so brisk as on Saturday, partly occasioned by the
want of variety.
BRADFORD.—We had again a good market on Thurs-
day, and there was scarcely any variation from that of last
week to be noted. The yarn market was a little brisker,
but the demand for goods and wool was similar to what it
has been for some weeks past.
HUDDERSFIELD MARKET, on Tuesday, was again a brisk
one, and there was a good demand for cloths and fancy
articles of all, sorts.
HALIFAX MARKET, on Saturday, was not quite so brisk
as on the previous Saturday ; indeed, many of the manufac-
turers intimated that they should do as little as pOssible
until some material alteration took place either in the de-
mand for or the price of goods.
ROCHDALE, MAY 3.—Our market still continues very
dull ; the manufacturers cannot quit their goods at a price
to pay them, and therefore they remain on hand ; the de-
mand has Men off amazingly, owing to the high price of
wool. We should have had a fair trade had wool kept
steady. The staplers have but little to do, but as yet the
prices keep up.

We are sorry to learn that letters from the Wes
Highlands, but more particularly the Isles, give melancholy
accounts of the ravages of disease and death among the black
cattle, from the want of fodder. The extreme length of the
season on which the beasts have been dependent on in door
feeding, has exhausted the provender of the farmers in the
Isle of Mull, and the distress consequent thereon is truly
heart-rending. People with carts are going from one place
to another begging for small supplies, &c., just to keep the
best part of the stock of cattle alive, until vegetation clothes
the fields with food for them. In and about Strachur we
hear that cattle are also dying for want, and the poor beasts
are so wean that they cannot be moved for transmission to
places where fodder is to be had.—Ayr Observer.
No fewer than 2.264 persons have been confined in
Wakefield House of Correction, for various periods, during
the year just ended ; 450 of them have been sick, and 13 have
died during the same period. We understand that a few days
ago, a prisoner, upon whom sentence of transportation for life
had been passed, resolved to put an end to his existence, if
possible, by eating glass, and for that purpose broke a square
in the windo-v of his cell, which he broke into small pieces,
and swallowed with his bread, saying he hoped it would bring
on a lingering illness, and then he should have time to pre-
pare for another world!
THE TALLOW TRADE.—The last commercial
advices received from the Russian capital, state that the pro-
bable supply of new tallow for the present season was estimated
by the principal commercial houses at 100,000 casks, which
would include 41,000 casks left on hand at the close of last
season, and 10,000 casks which were on board ships locked up
in the ice. At the last dates from St. Petersburgh, tallow
had risen from 118 to 133 roubles per pood, and at the ad-
avanced price about 30,000 casks had been pu chased of the
Russians. The stock of tallow on the Ist inst., in the port of
London, was 17,883 casks, against 30,940 casks at the same
period last year. • The present price of Russian tallow is nearly
7s. per cwt. higher than it was at this time last year, while
town tallow is not less than 12s. per cwt. higher than it was
en the Ist of May last.
The Kentish Observer, with a flourish of trumpets,
publishes the reply of the Oxford Convocation to the Arch-
deacon and Clergy of the diocese of Canterbury. The reply
aforesaid, of course, is big with bigotry—that bastard of reli-
gion—it cries aloud for persecution, and repeats the narrow
sectarian, and, as it turns out utterly false, charges against Dr.
Hampden's theological opinions, which fools and fanatics still
persist in vomiting forth, and which fools and fanatics only
care one straw about. Every one, however, must admire the
odium theologicum displayed.
LUDICROUS SCENE.—The following scene, which
took place at Dessein's Hotel, at Calais, is extracted from the
diary of Reynolds, the dramatist :—Wanting to walk on the
pier," says Reynolds, " I asked the garcon, who spoke English
very tolerably, the French for it. lie, thinking as Milord An-
glais, I could mean nothing but Peer, a Lord, replied pair.'
Away I then went, and passing over the market-place, and
drawbridge, stumbled on the pier, without having had occasion
to inquire my way to it by the garcon's novel appellation—
there I remained, strutting my half-hour till dinner-time. At
the table d'hote, the Commandant of the troops of the town sat
next to me, and among other officers and gentlemen at the
table were the President of the Council at Ratisbon, a
Russian Count, and several Prussians—in all amounting to
about twenty, not one of whom, as it appeared to me, spoke
a word of English. I thought I could never please a
Frenchman so much as by praising his town:—' Monsieur,'
I said condescendingly to the Commandant, J'ai vu votre
pair,' meaning I have seen your pier, but which he naturally
understood, have seen your father. This address from a per-
fect stranger surprised him. II est beau et grand, Mon-
sieur,' I continued. The Commandant examined me from
head to foot with an astonishment that imparted to me an al-
most equal share. I saw there was a mistake, and I attempted
to explain by pronouncing very articulately, " Oui, Monsieur,
j'ai vu votre pair— votre pair sur le havre." " Eh; bien,
Monsieur," replied the Commandant, " Et que vous a-t-il dit ?"
(What did he say to you ?) I was astounded, and looking
round the room for the keeper of the supposed madman, I
discovered that the eyes of the whole company were upon me.
" Monsieur," I cried, attempting again to explain, with as
much deliberation and precision, and in as good French as I
could command—" Monsieur, est-il possible que vous re!idiez.
ci, et que vous ne connaissiez pas votre pair—votre
long !" This speech only increased the incomprehensibility
of
the whole conversation ; and the Commandant beginning,
in
rather haut en bas terms, to demand an explanation, like all
cowards, when driven into a corner, I became desperate—
" Messieurs," I cried somewhat boisterous, " Il faut que
vous connaissiez votre pair le pair de votre vine, qui et
fait de pierre, et ala tete de bois." This was the coup de
grace to all decorum ; every Frenchman abandoned himself
to his laughter, till the room fairly shook with their shouts,
and even the Commandant himself could not help joining
them.—" Allow me, Sir," said a gentleman whom I had not
previously observed—" My dear, Sir," interrupted I, "you
are an Englishman, "pray, pray, explain."—" Sir," he re.
plied, " you have just told this gentleman (pointing to the
Commandant) that his father is the father of the whole town,
that he is made of stone, and has a wooden head !" I was pa-
ralyzed. " Tell me," I cried, as if my life depended on an
answer—" what is the French for pier ?" "Jettee," he re-
plied. I had scarcely sense enough left to assist the English-
man in his good-natured attempts to unravel the error. He
succeeded, however, and then commenced in French an ex-
planation to the officer. At this moment the waiter informed
me that the St. Omer diligence was about to depart. I rushed
from the scene of my disgrace, and stepped into the vehicle,
just as the termination of the Englishman's recital exploded an
additional eclat de rire at my expense.—Mirror.