The Sun.
London, England, 1824-02-25 00:00:00

PARIS PAPERS.

[From the Mmziteur of Feb. 22.]
GENOA, FEB. 11.—The Consul of his Majesty,
the King of the Netherlands, residing at Mar-
seilles, has written a letter, dated the 6th, to his
colleague, M. G. Dodero, Consul of the Ne-
therlands, at Genoa, informing him that accord-
ing to the declaration of the Captai❑ of the Polar
Star, which sailed from Algiers on the 14th of
January, and arrived at Marseilles on the sth of
February, in the evening, " there had sailed from
the Port of Algiers, a few days before his de-
parture, a corvette, a polacre, and a schooner,
with white flags, which, as the whole city knew,
was to attack all Spanish vessels." This event
had caused a great sensation in Algiers.
PARIS, FEB. 21.—Different telegraphic dis-
patches announce that the Hermione frigate,
Captain Dubuisson, arrived at Toulon on the
20th from Cadiz; the Salamander corvette, Capt.
Grandpre, on the 19th, from the Levant, last
from Tunis ; and, the same day, the Maria
Theresa, Capt. Bazoche, of 24 guns, on board of
which Rear-Admiral Rossamel has hoisted his flag,
and La Jaune brig, Lieut. Parseval, sailed from
Toulon for the Southern Hemisphere.
[From the Etoile of Monday.]
AUGSBURG, FEB. 17.—Our Universal Gatette
contains a very long letter, written from Con-
stantinople, Jan. IC, by an European, whO has
undertaken to draw a picture of the last campaign,
and to explain the causes of the principal events.
We remark the following passages in this very
diffuse letter :

' The Turks are so ill acquainted with the
enemies they have to combat, that the Divan,
and even the Sultan thinks it is sufficient to give
rigorous orders every week to the Pachas em-
ployed against the Greeks, to put an end to this
terrible war. The unfortunate Pachas, respon-
sible for the success, are in continual alarms ;
threatened on the one hand by the fatal bow-
string, on the other with the sabres of their
troops, who revolt if their pay is a day in arrear.
The little money sent by the Government is
'
stopped in the hands of the Contractors and the
Treasurers, and the soldier i$ starving. Thus the
Paella of Scutari, who was commanded to con-
quer the Morea, has retreated with disgrace to
;his Government, with a remnant of a few hundred
' men. his fate is not doubtful ; but what pledge
of success remains for the unhappy slaves of the
Sultan who will come to succeed hiM-1
ee Patras cannot hold out. Coron tend Modon
are probably already in the hands of the Greeks.
It is certain that the flotilla of the ferocious
Aboulobut has fallen into their hands. 'rho in-
surgents want, only money. They will loom re-
ceive it from gngland. They also depend on
powerful assistance in men and ammunition. The
' English display an excessive zeal, and conceal it
so little, that the Divan has complained to Lord
Strangford.
approaching re-establish-
ment -.Alta excites, in an extra-
ordinary degree, the courage of-altthe Christians.
‘ The
of thei le
Owsrdoef r o the
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It seems that the island of Candle is destined to
b
chief
fiseeast of that illustrious Order, which
was at the terror of the Crescent."
e the
all times

Hunt has been double ironed at Woolwich
since the Sunday before last. Upon that_ day, when he
and the other convicts were in die chapel of the, vessel
where he has been confined, there was some little delay
onnethepd soartmoe of hisbrethren of the elergym ; Hunt began to hum a
tune,
called out to him for the song
which an
he had sang for Mrs. Probert immediately after the mur-
der. Without hesitation, he bean to sing the first part of the
duet of " All's Well,"
and was vehemently applauded by his
when depraved congregation.lThesuperintend an t, however upon hear-
ing of the circumstance, ordered Hunt to be double ironed,
and in that condition he now remains. A gentleman, who was
aNcaqvuyaicnotiredeet_vhitohusheimin
st.m hin
ert Iva,sB proprietor of the Army and
-lane, went to Woolwich to
ascertain whether the public report, that he was as full of
levity and carlessness as before the murder had taken place,
was true. Hunt held out his hand to his visitor, but the
honour was declined, and Hunt laughed at what he called
" being so d--d particular." " You could not expect," said
the visitor, " that I came here as an acquaintance of yours :
I can't shake hands with so dreadful *a character." Hunt
said he had not done the trick, "it was Jack and Bill,
and they did it together, I'm sure. I'd swear that they were
both together when the man was murdered." Some con-
versation then took place about the execution of John Thurtell,
and Hint said," D—n his eyes, Jack ought to Lave been hang-
ed long ago. He has silenced many a man; why, he disposed
of three or four in the house at Manchester-buildings.' It
has been erroneously stated that Hunt's hair and whiskers had
been cut off upon his departure from Herford to the hulks. He
has a great bush of hair, and a tremendous pair of whiskers.
He is very unwilling to work, and, when not much fatigued,
sings as he labours.
ATTACK ON BARON PENNEFATHELL'S TENANTS.
--(Clonmel, Feb. 18.)—We regret to state, that
on Thursday night last an armed party attacked
the houses of two. farmers, of the names of Wm.
Halfpenny and Thomas Londregan, tenants of
the Honourable Baron Pennefather's, on the
lands of Knockgraffon. They beat these men
most savagely, and threatened to take away their
lives if they did not immediately leave their
farms, which, for several years, they have held
under the Honourable Baron. After leaving
these hapless objects
_of their hatred, they pro-
ceeded to the house of another farmer, on the
same lands, whom they, intended to serve in the
same manner ; but, in consequence of the resist-
ance they unexpectedly met, they retired, hav-
ing, however, expressed a threat of burning the
house at their next visit. We trust the Gentle-
men of the country will enter into a subscription
for the apprehension of these murderers and most
ungrateful ruffians ; we say ungrateful, because
there is not n more indulgent landlord in any
country than the Hon. Baron. The tenants on
the Knockgraffon estate owe two years' rent, and
their kind and benevolent landlord would not
urge them to sell till they could obtain the
highest prices for the produce of their farms.—
Moreover, the Hon. Baron gave directions to his
Agent, Avery Jordan, Esq., to supply 'the
tenants with as much flax-seed as they should be
inclined to sow this season.

LIT EnARY NOTICE.

DUKE CHRISTIAN-of LUNEBURG. 3d Vol. By Miss

~I9IITEJt.

The literary talents of this Lady are so well
known, and so justly admired, that we shall only
present the following extract, without anticipat-
ing the story. We are persuaded, that, to the
patriots and the poet, as well as to readers in
general, it will be highly acceptable. We shall
not say any thing more at present, than to observe
that the scene takes place near \Vimbleton,
where certain British Volunteers had passed hi
review before HENRY, Prince of Wales, and the
renowded Duke ChnisTlAN of Luneburg him-
self, previous to their following the latter hero
to the defence of the suffering Protestants in
Germany :

" When Christian reined up his horse to quit the field, the
men raising their helmed-caps from their heads, gave him the
brave old English cri des armes of God and St. George !
Christian lifted his hat also, and waving its plumes with a
noble grace, in reverence to their exclamation, bowed his head
to their successive plaudits as he passed along. Henry turned
away, with tears bursting from his eyes.; but not from envy.
Luneburg followed his track round the bend of low irregular
hillock, which excluded the late field from their sight ; but as
he drew nearer his companion, he observed a person of a sin-
gularly fine mien, but of simple:apparel, standing rather on the
slope towards them, but who had evidently been viewing the
passed military scene from that elevated point. When the
Prince of 'Wales rode so close to the base of the hill, as to ba
almost within's. few yards of him, this person turned round ;
and taking off his unplumed cap, with an air of. the profound-
est respect, yet with the aspect of a prince himself, he stood un-
covered ; evidently with the intention of remaining so, until
the royal personage should have passed from sight.
Christian checked his horse, struck with the whole appear.
.ance of this man ; for his countenance was distinguished as
his figure.; .his unbonnetted head displaying a brow of such
expansive mental dignity, with eyes of such bright . yet
mild intelligence, that both seemed ready to mirror every high
expression of which the soul of man is capable. Those
speaking eyes met the fixed gaze of the German Prince, who
immediately moving his horse on to the side of Henry—" Who
is that noble person ?" inquired he, in a lowered voice, while,
with an answering' look accompanying the bend of his own
head, he observe& a Something even of effulgence pass over the
stranger's face, in 'bo`wing to him; an act of respect that ap-
peared in consequence of having met so fixed a regard from'one
he knew to be the Prince of Luneburg.

" Who is he returned the Prince of Wales, recovering
from so gfeat an abstracton, he had hardly noticed the obei-
sance he had received —" Only Shakspeare, our dra-
matist."

" Only
!—HisS hak
ti
p ieanrgei4_ ?" retorted Luneburgh ; " Only,
in-
deed himself—bear one stamp !—Wera I
wsr
Prince of this land, I know not but I should make that man
chief of my council. Such men are the handy and feet of a great'.
state."
. .

Henry smiled. "He is what you say :—and I take.shame
to myself for my only ;--but I was thinking more of his lessons
than himself.—Would your Highness like to knOw him:?" •
" Before almost any other man in Europe," replied the-
Prince; and While his young friend, with one of his most gra-
cious smiles, beckoned the Poet, Christian dismounted,—Henry,
with the noble observance of his own royal nature, understood
the spontaneous action ; and vaulting from his saddle, ad-
vanced directly to the Poet, who had drawn a step respectfully
backward, on perceiving the Brunswick hero approaching
also.

" Shakspeare," said the Heir of England, " it is not neces-
sary to say to you, that this is the Prince of Luneburg—who as
much wishes you had been his countryman, as we are satisfied
in having you ours."

Luneburg's high soul acknowledged the presence in which
he stood :—of a mind, royal, noble, in all but the trappings and
the power !—And Luneburg felt with his peer.—Shakspeare,
who knew this boast of Germany by character, did not seem
to shrink from the.presence of the Prince :—he felt his fellow':
ship in that of the hero. But still, with the Conscious dignity
of such minds, abides that principle of respect for all " their
likes," which ever preserves due deference to the stations they
hold, and a reverence to the spirit within no familiarity can ever
lesson.
" To tell the author of the volume, I see in every hand I
honour most,—what 1 wish, or think, at this moment," returned
Christian, clasping with cordial warmth that which the Prince
had put into his, " is neither in my purpose, nor my power.—
But I feel meeting the soul of Barry Percy—of Henry Mon-
mouth—in this hand I—Christian of Brunswick owns the blood
of one; and having a heart for both, claims your esteem.
Come to me sometimes while I am yet in England—" Chris-
tian would have added—" and I shall then carry away with me
two treasures—the friendship of its Prince, and of an English
subject, whom all the world honours !"—But a delicacy of say-
ing all he felt checked him, and lie paused abruptly ;—though
his eloquent countenance told more than even his wards could
have uttered.
A fine suffusion passed over the noble brow of the bard ; and
he bowed with a look which spoke more than any other lan-
guage than his could have declared. It was the look of one
elevated mind, acknowledging, with relative respect, the lofty
sympathy common to both. Indeed, the highest order of minds
are ever ready to pay homage where due ; neither fearing to
abstract from themselves, or be mistaken for flatterers.
" You will coma then to-morrow at twelve o'clock ?"—ask-
ed Henry.
" My duty, and my heart, obeys," was the immediate reply;
and the young Prince, turning to remount, the bard of Avon,
with all the mien of one who felt that " love ennobles servi-
tude," took hold of the bridle of the proud charger till its lord
had mounted. Luneburg was in his saddle, when he again
held out his hand to bid his new acquaintance a short adieu ;
and then the two friends turning their steeds into the road
througla the copse, left the poet of England again to muse on
the Brunswick Prince, and on the chivalry his own strains had
awakened to follow him.

" Henry," observed Christian, as they rode along, " having
that man at your command, you need never inquire for an anti.
dote to the pedants and mummers around you.—When so
much of the great and good is cased in the little volume on your
table, what must there be in the mighty soul itself that dictat-
ed those pages ! He is a statesman—a sage, a hero—every
thing !—and by an intuitive knowledge, a sort of self-creation,
that makes one stand at wonder as before a being of another
sphere.
" I acknowledge it," returned the Prince ; " and thus do
we often neglect the treasure we possess, for want of think-
ing on its merits. But his book, given to me when a boy
by the Lord-keeper Williams, I have read, till I believe
I have it almost by heart—and in my heart too—else, I
might now bs more contented than I am.—His Harries,
that you talk of, will not let me sleep. It is here—Harry
to Harry—in this breast of mine, as hot as ever Mon-
mouth met your Hotspur ! And, till I garland my head with
deeds as glorious, I shall go moping to my grave. Cousin, I
would give any thing short of my birth-right to share the for-
tunes of those men I heard cheering you just now !"
" And might it not be thought of, Harry ?"
" I will dare it with my father ! and if he refuse me ---"
the prince paused, with a heightened colour.
" He is still your father !" rejoined Luneburg.
" What, then, you would receive no deserters ?"
" None," answered Christian, with rather a serious smile ;
" but we may hope a happy yea to your boon !"
" If not," replied the Prince, with something of bitterness
in his smile ; " if I may not set the example of rebellion
Shakspeare shall teach me resignation. I'll give my royal
jewels for a set of beads—yon gorgeous palace, for a hermitage
_my gay apparel for an ahnsman's gown ; my princely scep-
tre for a palmer's staff'; my gallant subjects for a carved saint ;
And my large kingdom, for a little grave ! yes, I have said it
—a little, little grave—an obscure grave ! for men to wonder,
that such should bear the name of Harry and Plantagenet !"

From the LONDON-GAZETTE, Teb:t4.

COURT ➢IOURNING. .
Lord Chamberlain's Of FebA4, 1824.
Orders for the Court's going into mourning; on Sunday
next, the 29th instant, for the late King of Sardinia, Victor
Emanuel.

The Ladies to wear black silk, fringed or plain linen, white
gloves, necklaces and ear-rings, black or white shoes, fans and

Undress—White or grey lustrings, tabbies or damask.
The Gentlemen to wear black, full trimmed, fringed or plain
linnen, black swords and buckles.
Undress—Grey frocks.
The Court to change the mourning on Thursday the 4th of
March next, viz.:—
't'he Ladies to wear black silk or velvet, coloured ribbons,
frns and tippets, or plain white, or white and gold, or white and
silver stuffs, with black ribbons.

The Gentlemen to wear black coats, and black or plain white,
or white and gold, or white and silver stuff waistcoate, full
trimmed, ctoured swords and buckles.

And on Sunday, the 7th of March next, the Court to go out
of mourning.