The Sun.
London, England, 1841-04-01 00:00:00

EVENING EDITION

Berryer laughs aloud ; the Duke de Valmy smiles his little
mule of half-suppressed merriment.
auguin satirically exclaims, " Nous verrons," (he is of no
party but his own).
c'est oral," repeats Thiers, as he reassures the House
that if his present plan had been adopted by the empire, the
totrbons would never have returned to France !
Ihe centres do sot believe their antagonist, and the mor-
tars which assail him drown his voice.
itut he is not to be defeated : he is not speaking to the
House,
but to the press. He cares not for the power of the
but for the fourth power in the State—the newspapers,
,ITelt to-night aLsi to-orrow are to repeat his allegations to
listening and attentive France." There he stands in the
midst of the storm now raging around him. wholly indifferent
to the cries and exclamations ;f those who differ from him
amongst the Deputies, for he knows that when he shall be
laamer, latt shall be able to command a mrjority. Still he goes
,!: nothing intimidates—nothing daunts him. The hands of
le!ile clock move not so rapidly as his tongue, and Berryer ex-
" C'est admirable !"
As Thiers is approaching the close of his harangue he is
I'm-Tent, nervous, astounding.
I lie has concluded. 'I here he' is—master of Land, He
Qq, through his spectacles on his auditory ; now all is
raegain COnlinOtiOn. His friends press around him. His admi-
rs in.the_public tribunes are vehement in his favour.
" vire Thiers ! " is a shout which proceeds from the gal:
of the journali,ts, and 1 hiers is in his glory.
`What a scene. Bears in china-shops would be orderly and
mathematical in their movements when compared to these De-
-Illties. Oh, what a collection of men ! how badly they are
dressed ! One never shaves ; another never washes ; a third
never
fifth combs his hair; a fourth never brushes his coat ; and a
wears, one would think, the same boots from one year's
net:d to the other without ever having them blacked. The name
Warren has evidently never reached his ears.

BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY.
zo)v e would strongly recommend the author of
radon Assurance—the best comedy we have had
81i
ice Colman's days—to have as little to do with
isieri°us and imaginative poetry as possible. In the
4`!t, sparkling, rapier play of wit and humour
ve Is at home, but in earnest and impassioned
light,
where fancy attempts a high and bold
he is sadly abroad. In his poem entitled
Light," which appears in the present Illiscel-
c"?I, the ideas are in general so crude, the vemi:-
ation so rugged and uncouth, the imagery so
Perplexed and far-fetched, that we should have
allle, difficulty in believing that the author meant
411,3:taing but a solemn quiz, were it not, that
thatand there, a passage occurs which shows
at he is not destitute of the imaginative faculty,
it°ugli he is whotry without the power of turning
tdo account. Inorder that our readers may
etrie for themselves, we subjoin apas'sage which
po;untigh it is by no means barren of ideas—is, in
the of versification, as harsh watt discordant as
e bray of the animal that chews the thistle :
"o(lsaid, let there be light, and there was light,
The
murky vault was split : Darkness was rent :
A golden orb sprung from the smile of God,
Stood, created. Width oped her mighty jaws
1,0 gape aiiihis new wonder, for space now
The
eyes ir see her own immensity.
'ne Universe awoke, and dressed in regal
Gf Purple, stood in all the silent majesty
the interminable arch.—The infant Globe smiling
Stretched forth its cheek towards its novel nurse,
All this
sung, and soothed it with a gentle breeze.
this has been said, and well said, by Pollok,
and
%.I,llout any of that uneasy straining after
Oct so evident in the above extract. " Guy
,11-I.vkes" is apparently verging towards a termi-
' atinn for the plot is now discovered ; the chief
I,i4ell.spir'ator is in the Tower, and nothing remains,
'4, suppose, but for Mr. Ainsworth to put him to
Attn after the must approved melodramatic
'k'`li°ll. The interview between Guy Fawkes
a:24 the King is very tame and common-place,
\v"ed there is nothing in the dialogue by which
can get the slightest clue to the charac-
i: ,rnf the Royal pedant. " Hyson and Bohea"
41 lively allegory in the good old heroic
4:asure of Pope. " The Sailor" is a graphic
'utical-sketch, with the true smack of the salt-
pter. The passing allusion to his polygamous
pi°l3ensities is a sterling touch of character, ap-
ting, however, to past rather than to present
for, thanks to Admiral Gambier and
gh?atswain Smith, Jack is now becoming devout;
ohirKs Portsmouth Point; sticks like pitch to
11", e Poll, instead of distributing his favours among
substitutes Wesley's hymns for
to indin's songs; tea for grog; and a close crop
r the old-fashioned pig-tail. Now and then a
sturdy
b relic of the days of old makes his bow
before Sir Frederick Roe at the- Police-office,
eilit) generally speaking, the sailor is wholly
nged from what he was in the times of NelNel-
sonand Collingwood. " A Rencontre with the
Brigands" will not realize the romantic expecta-
ti c),
-is excited by the title, for, instead of a pic-
Ltirn
I, ue murder or two, we are put off with a
'Nre vulgar picking of pockets. The Italian
bandits seem to be sadly degenerated in their
k,l,ofessional habits, for they contented them-
se` ‘'es with disembarrassino• the writer and
,
part y of their purses and watches when they
tbt4lit !lave " created a sensation" by carrying
the
all off to the Mountains. and assassinating
at leisure. We are willing to believe,
4)wever that the traveilers did not take their
atlr',,aPpointment very seriously to heart. " Nights
filey's" are continued, and will amuse by
their piquant sketches of character. " Merrie
England in the Olden Time" treats lightly
and pleasantly of. home themes that we all love
thread about. The snatches of humouro-us verse
are interspersed through the article add
eatly to its interest and variety. "Rumfuskin,
ing of the North Pole," is a mock tragedy from
t'Lle practised pen of Mr. Poole. It is in the born-
astie style of Fielding's "Tom Thumb," and Ca-
te Y's " Chrononhotonthologos," and is not much
i 'lllerior to those burlesque dramas. Our readers
slay perhaps be amused by the following dialogue
between King Rumfuskin and a hackney-coach-
Zan,who enters the royalpresence to detail the par-
ectlars of a conspiracy against the royal person :
(Enter JEM FLOGGSI4. )
Vfliat art thou?
Pr
-or; Driver of a hackney coach.
,t 134.• What number driv'st thou?
I 1f.%
The n--1--;it%r—t'is a coach I drive.
jet number of toy coach is four-sixteen.
(Asiud". Equivocaliig slave ! 'tis that I mean.
(Ve.) The very nu-'•n
ber !—then our dream is out.
p ,Loo.) 'Tis plot uad treason that thou com'st about.
nt°G. It is my liege. ),;:tt how cam'st thou to know it—
°lt•
. Is not thy business.
Thou'r, a rum-un—go it.
Itt
I'd f 1. 0, insolence ! Now, guided by any rage,
Thea'n condemn the varlet to the cage ;
o('e to the Poultry Counter ; thence—But bold ;
4/I,°4'es a tale of treason to unfold,
(T 0 FLOG.) must a while to interest bow.
° PLOG.) Now tell me all—each when, each where, each
how.
Th °G. I will be candid, sire. I come to serve thee ;
Cl in a pickle, but t'is I'll preserve thee.
1,•211- Let truth, not puns, o'er what thou say'st prevail.
'f,‘me d. Be that thy cue.
E, Lon. And this my tale.
Itist "W, 9.3 I was waiting for a fare,
p. at the end of Lisle-street, Leicester-square,
p hallo call'd me. Big with rage and malice,
q:ning, he bade me drive him to the palace ;
Vois-n, stepping in, this paper, thee to save meant,
from his pocket, smack upon the pavement.
4 I'l it in the boot ; then set him down.
lour fare ?" said he ; said I, 66 "cis half-a-crown."
(tc,;PaY so much the speoney was not willing ;
\rveY," said he, " I'll give thee hut a shilling."—
TO 'won't ?" says I ; says he, " Most surely not."
4'l" I," Then I'll expose your honour's plot."
um. Right loyal Coachee ! (Aside.) Hoar shall I re-
-111 uite him ?
1,11,,0 the cheqapest way to work ; I'll knight I.tim.
Y 'Arne')
PL •
°G• Jem Floggem.
um. (drawing his sword.) Kneel.
PLOO
Don't go to trim 1:1e•
Kt-eel down, Jem Floggem, and arise—Sir Jeremi•
iitX• I'd rather touch the ready.
P. I. Thankless beast !
NVI,"G• I thought you'd give me one pound-one, at least.
Dltem • good trt o meno a
knight?with
A
too• Your Majesty be—spiflicated!
It o
p m. Take this, bold traitor. (Stabs him.)
TheL°c. Ha ! I'm summon'd strait—
grea-lebtte Bow-street—Death, the magistrate.
fare ' —gee-up—jehu—
th to the behind
-217 red— dsrive on—adieu ! (Dies.)
Thu' m• There fled the spirit of a saucy whip I
Ivo:e each jarvey taken on the hip.—
It „ ter the traitors. Let's peruse their scheme
I,ye',llpsWers point for point our royal dream I
Sir Jemmy's body on the throne.
will mistake it for our own. (Places the body on the
throne.)
liarks out-scheme our deadly-scheming foes.—
him he's coming.
(ROMFUSICIN goes off hastily with long strides.
RASCALLO, dagger in hand, enters, and in-
stantly follows him in the same way, saying)
Hang him, there he goes !

111, se .

FRASER'S MAGAZINE.

het c pronounce the Poor-law .A mendment
I:opchlitic, unjust, oppressive, and
_a.nt_i-
T, istian.;) Such are the terms which this high-
)l.Y. Periodical applies, in its opening article, to
tOreat remedial measure_ which has received
Co ~approbation even of Sir Robert Peel, the
.411.1 this sweeping
wiePlieeils of the Tory party. In accordance
censure, the writer of the
tick,' in question urges the rejection of the Bill
•)I.°t° by Parliament, and predicts sorts of
111,•-,,uts should his remonstrances not be corn-
si ``l,with. He even attacks his political idol,
4tobert Inglis, for his recent qualified sup-
' 11;,I1 °f. the measure ; and by so doing pays a
I compliment to the lion. Baronet's sagacity.
sole ial 'tide is an exceedingly noisy one, full of
\V-ei,,st...y and swagger. " Ode, to the Duke of
dig4'll'4 1:'011" is suggested by his Grace's late in-
thallositi(n in. the House of Lords. The spirit
tha, 124ery ads,:s this lyric is more to be commended
" The Greater and Lesser Stars of
41)1 - aLti Mali" teem with anecdotes of remark-
tiej,,llCoal-acterq,' who formerly dwelt in this
"our
-hood. Among them we find one Jem
liO
tierge(airth,
el., a p opular cornedifm and contemporary of
who in his day was, it seems, consi-
thrp, quite " a theatrical prodigy." At twenty-
illen 8
YearS pf a 3:e wrinkled old
° mita :ablyge tharn t evenersonated his most intimate

friends had considerable difficulty in detecting
tile disguise. He was an 'inveterate toper, fond
of a juke, and about as intellectual as the majority
of actors are apt to be, which by no means im-
plies that he was a miracle of wit. or wisdom.
Quin is also casually alluded to as having been a
resident in Pall-mall; and a eriticism by George
the Third on his Falstaff is quoted, which we
subjoin, for it is more lively and discriminating
than we should have expected:—" Garrick was--
great in every character; but Quin's Falstaff was
unique. His chuckling laugh, his fat in tile
throat surpassed all I ever heard ; his arch
manner is at this moment ,in my eye, and his
merry chuckle equally present to my ear." In
" Some Remarks on the Latest Biographer of
our Poets," Mr. Bell is taken to task for his
memoirs of Young and Akenside in one of the
latest volumes of Lardner's Cycloptedia. The
strictures are in the usual caustic, slashing strain
of Oliver Yorke. The " Confessions of a-Swind-
lee' point a useful moral. This is, their chief re-
commendation. "Specimen Leaders of a Would-
be Editor" is a series of quizzical imitations of.
the style of some of the principal Journals of tile
day. The :Horning Advertiser, the Herald, and
tile Times are fairly enough, imitated, but the
others, are failures. " Lin the Commissioner" is
another essay at the facetious, after the manner
of Sir Morgan O'Doherty. ".Norway and the
Norwegians" is an unjust attack on an intelligent
volume of travels published some months since by
Mr. Latham. A Memoir of " Marshal Saxe"
is tersely written. " War with America a Bless-
ing to Mankind," adopts this view of the ques-
tion chiefly with reference to the slave system in
the Southern States, of which the writer justly
speaks in terms of unmitigated abhorrence.
Even at the present day, and in the boasted
land of freedom and equality, an American
planter deems the roasting of a slave alive a
mere act of just retribution ! And this atrocity
—as the writer shows on unquestionable au-
thority—is perpetrated in open day, and in the
presence of hundreds of witnesses i Could a war
with America put down this accursed system of
slavery, 'we could almost find it in our hearts to
pray for its speedy advent. From the Memoir of
Marshal Saxe, we quote a sketch of this re-
nowned Commander—the hero of Fontenoy :
Marshal Saxe wes certainly one of the most distinguished
men of the-eentury to which he belonged. His faults—and
they were not few—resulted in a great measure from his
neglected education and peculiar position in life ; whereas, his
merits and virtues were his own. In person he was tall, ele-
gant, and well formed ; his face, also, was handsome, and he
had dark hair and eyeintows, and blue eyes • In disposition he
was kind, generous, and humane. In his Reveries he accounts
a mild and gentle disposition, free from all asperity of temper,
as one of the most essential qualities of a General. He himself
certainly possessed these advantages; but what the consequence
would have been had the doctrine ever found favour at the
Horse Guards, it is really difficult to say ; for the time has
hardly yet gone by when to be in a towering rage on every
ordinary parade and drill ground, to stamp and swear till
novices trembled again, and to overwhelm officers and men
with coarse and vulgar abuse, was looked upon as a proof of
great soldiership.—the only proof, indeed, which some of our
rapidly promoted Generals ever gave. In humanity towards
the vanquished, whether soldiers of the enemy or inhabitants
of conquered provinces, no one ever surpassed Marshal Saxe.
He was a strict disciplinarian, and had, as he himself related,
been brought up in a strict school. A French General having
attempted to excuse some disorders inhis corps, on the grounds
of not wishing to exercise severity towards the officers, Maurice
said, " You are a young soldier, Monsieur le General, and do
not yet know that forbearance towards the officers may some-
times be severity towards the soldiers, by rendering punish-
ments necessary that attention on their parr. might have averted.
Even I, when Colonel of cavalry, was ordered by. old General
Seckeodorff, to follow for three days on' foot in rear (Amy own
regiment, in consequence of some disorders cor.smitted by the
men ; and yet I was the son of • a king, and a favourite son,
too." This was, no doubt, sharp practice.