The Sun.
London, England, 1841-08-03 00:00:00

SPAIN.

The Chambers are, summoned by decree to meet on
Monday next, at two o'clock, in the Saloon of the Senate,
to witness the swearing in of the new guardian of the
Queen, Don .Aug,ustin Arguelles. Trifling in itself as
this ceremonial might appear, a knowledge of the secret
working of party enables me to assure you that it has
been sought to make it a matter of serious importance,
and a means of overturning the present Cabinet.
The Minister intends, it is said, to propose, one of these
days, the substitution of regular officers of the Spanish
navy for those now in command on board the vessels of
the coast-guard company of Lane and Ors. The step is
useful as preparatory to the rescinding of the contract.
The Spanish Government are well aware of the inten-
tions and practices of this now nearly defunct asslciation
of smugglers.
The projects of law for the support of the clergy and
public worship, and consequent sale of Church property,
are still under discussion in the Chamber. Several of
the articles have already been approved.
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MAGAZINES—CONTINUED.
NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.
This Magazine reached us, vs usual, at so late
an hour that we were unable to include it among
our periodical notices. The Number, on the
whole, may be called a fair enough average one,
and among the best of its art'cles, is Mr. Doug-
las Jerrold's sketch of "Bajazet Gag," the
manager, whose character suggests a very whim-
sical—but we have no doubt in the main, cor-
rect—notion of a lessee of a minor metro-
politan theatre. The dialogues that take
place between this illustrious oddity and some
of his subalterns are replete with point and fun.
Here is a sample of one of them. Mr. Gag has,
it seems, accepted a manuscript tragedy front a
small author, but after a world of delay, finds it
inconvenient to bring it out; the dramatist
thereupon calls upon him, to inquire the cause of
such cavalier treatment, when the following
energetic colloquy ensues between them :--
"I am not a man to jest with, Mr. Gag." And Beau-
mont Fletcher Pettithaps reddened like a turkey. " I
gave you 'The Prince of Greenland'—yes the piece, the
manuscript into your own hand:l."
"A manuscript !" exclaimed the manager, jumping
from the chair, and slapping his hat upon his head.
" The Prince of Greenland,' an historical tragedy in
five acts," shouted Pettichaps.
" And have I had my time taken up with a damned
tragedy ? cried manager Gag. -
"Not a damned tragedy, Sir," replied Pettichaps, with
dignity—" not damned, but unacted." •
" It's just the same—all birds of a feather. The only
difference is," said Gag, " that your damned tragedies are
full-grown geese ; whilst the unacted, like so many green
goslings, haven't come to their proper hissing."
" The Prince of Greenland,' replied Pettichaps, "is
neither goose nor gosling—it is a play upon purelylisto-
rical principles."
" I am very sorry for it, for your sake, very sorry,"
said Gag. " Had the thing been a real Greenlander, I
could have given him forty minutes between the pieces ;
as it is, I—l—wish you a very good morning."
" Then, Sir, am 1 understand," asked Pettichaps, in
utter consternation, " that you reject my tragedy ?'
" And no mistake," replied Mr. Bajazet Gag.
"Then, Sir—but the town shall hear of this—then,
Sir, where is the manuscript ?" asked Pettiehaps.
"How should I know ? If there's any sense at all in
it, I shouldn't wonder if it had walked to the trunk=
maker's." 'And Gag began to whistle.
" Mr. Gag," exclaimed Pettichaps, striding up close to
the manager, " I demand my property."
"Property ! Why, Sir, one would think you were
talking of tweezers, or a tookpick, or somethingof impor-
tance : whoever heard of property in a manuscript tra-
gedy ! Property ! Upon my word you gentlemen au-
thors- give yourselves pretty airs. Why, a tradesman
wouldn't talk larger. Property !" and Gag laughed sar-
castically. "What do I know about it ?"
" What, Sir ! (lid I not put the manuscript in your own
hands ?" asked Pettichaps.
" Can't say anything about it," said Gag.
I'm busy now."
"No equivocation, Sir—did I not give you The Prince
of Whales'—for I have since altered the title to The
Prince of Greenland'—in your own hands ? You must
recollect me," urged Pettichaps.
" ' The Prince of Whales,' and you yourself gave me
the piece ?"
"I myself gave you the piece," answered the poet of
Greenland.
" And pray, Sir," and as the manager spoke a new
light gleamed at the corner of his eyes ; "pray, Sir—
now be particular in your answer—when you gave me
the manuscript was there anybody present ?"
"NO one—we were alone," replied the bard. "Alone,
Sir—alone !"
"We were alone, were we ? Then, Sir," crowed Ma-
nager Gag triumphantly, " then, Sir, my definitive an-
swer is to you—l never received the manuscript."
Those who wish to get any insight into the
nature of the tricks played off by London horse!!
dealers, will find much to answer their purpose
in an article entitled "Screws," which is full of
that best sort of worldly information which is the
result of leng, practical, experience. A screw,
it seems, " is an unsound horse that looks like a
sound one a valuable animal in appearance, in
reality, a worthless brute," and the object of the
article is to point out the rogueries practised by
those who trade in screws. It is neatly written,
and deserves praise for the motive that suggested
it. " French Fetes" is a pleasant theme, lightly
and agreeably treated. The writer contrasts the
popular pastimes of the French and Eng lish people,
-and, naturally enough, gives the preference to the
holiday-makings of the former. Mr. Hook's story
of " Fathers and Sons" runs its course rejoicing ;
but we cannot say so much for Mrs. Trollope's
"Charles Chesterfield," which in places is ex-
tremely dull and languid. "The Twelfth of
August in South Wales" is a sprightly, unaf-
fected sporting Paper. " Mislaying an Idea" is
a satirical sketch of a dull, prosy bore, by Mr.
Poole.

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