The Sun.
London, England, 1847-07-05 00:00:00

THURSDAY.

A Sweepstakes of 10 sovs. each; for two yrs old, Est 1 llb ;
and three, 9st. The winner to be sold for 200 sovs. New
T.Y.C.
A Handicap Sweepstakes of 15 sow. each, 10 ft, for all ages,
two yts old excepted. To start at the starting-post of
8.8. and run to the end of the New T.Y.C.
The Chesterfield Stakes of 30 soya. each, 20 ft, for two yrs
old; colts, Bst 71b; fillies . Bst 41b; the winner of the July
Stakes 91b, the second 41b extra. Last half of 8.M.1
(37 Subs.)
Duke of Bedford's Legatus
Mr. Bristow's b or br c Fern-
hill
•Mr. R. Boyce's bf Miss Lucy
Neal
Lord Chesterfield's f May
*Mr. W. Etwall's b f by This-
tle-whipper, dam by Cain
°Mr. W. Etwall's ch c by
Thistle-whipper, out of Pe-
lerine
*Lord Exeter's c Swordplayer
•Lord Exeter's f Dove
•Lord Exeter's f by Giovannil
—Silistria
Mr. Ford's b c Latitat
*Mr. Ford's ch f Duplicity
Mr. P. Godwin's The Fostered
Buck
*Sir J. Hawley's Vexation
*Mr. J. King's b f Flirtation
•Mr. C. Liley'a b or br c
liant
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!Mr. J. Moore's b c Messenger
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Mathews

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Queen
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Mr. Shelley's ch f Amy
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*Mr. Stephenson's b e by Dro-
medary, dam by Vanish
Mr. Stephenson's b c by Elis,
dam by Sultan
'Mr. T. Theobald's ch c Opti-

mus
*➢lr. IL Watson's bk c The
Sheriff

FUNERAL OF THE LATE Ma.
Friday morning the mortal remains of this highly es-
teemed gentleman and excellent magistrate were con-
signed, under the superintendence of Mr: Stevens, un-
dertaker, Charlotte-street, Portland-place, to the Kensal-
green Cemetery. The procession consisted of a hearse
and four, three mourning coaches containing various
members of deceased's family and friends, followed by
five private carriages, amongst which were those of Lady
Rodd and Sir Frederick Roe.

RESIGNATION OF THE GOVERNORSHIP OF MALTA.-
-Letters from Malta of the 24th of June announce that
it is currently reported in that island that his Excellency
the Govei nor, Sir Patrick Stuart, bad, in cons quence
of having been refused a month's leave to visit Italy, on
the plea of ill health, respectfully tendered his resigna-
tion. His Excellency has laboured for some weeks
under an attack of dysentery, which constrains him to
the step he is said to have taken. The Maltese are
anxious to have a civilian appointed to succeed him, and
it is not improbable their wish will be gratified.
A considerable heaviness was produced in the
Money-market on Friday afternoon, by the announce
went of the failure of the banking-house of Messrs.
Clayton and Co., of Preston. It is an old firm, and the
parties connected with the house have always been much
respected, but the stoppag3 hat, not excited much surprise
among those connected with the same part of the coun-
try. The amount of the liabilities of the house has
not yet been ascertained. Other failures were spoken
of, but the only one which we could trace was one which
occurred some days ago in Wood-street.
ROYAL SURREY ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS.—A novel
and attractive exhibition took place at these gardens
o Fii :ay. The Siege of Gibraltar was represented by
day-light for the gratification of the juvenile visitors.
The idea was a happy one, and the eff, ct produced on
the occasion was much finer than might have been ex-
pected, showing if anything that a daylight performance
has advantage over that given at night.
VAUXHALL GARDENS.—The first juvenile fele of
the season was given here on Thursday nigh . The
genial weather, win a %tn. arraeged oil, collected a
large amount of visitors ; and, in addition to the pro-
gramme, the Turn: n. Family three inteies'ing chil-
dren—played some popular compositions on the harp,
violin, and violoncello. The eque•trian talent of
blu ewe earoone elicited great appt.use in the Rotunda.
Th. atre ; added to which were the fireworks, cone. It,
and illuminations. The latter were on a berate of unusual
splendour.

ELIZA COOK'S POETRY.
(Fr..in the Dispatch )
MR. EDITOR,—YOU have tdvoured your rea(!ers
With a good liken.ss of Eliza Cook ; hut there exists
a far better portrait—sketched, though unconsciously,
by herself; and delineating, not indeed the external,
but the mental features of the popular poetess. Her
truest portrait is in her lyric compositions ; and while
thousands are receiving with delight, and treasuring
with care, the excellent engraving which makes her
at home in their dwellings, I would stimulate them to
make her at home also in their minds and memories,
and to read her works not only for the enjoyment of
particular songs and passages, but so as to realise the
intellectual and moral companionship of the writer,
and understand and appreciate her character.
This is indeed, the noblest work of literature. It
gives us, not only L ssons of wisdom, but the friend-
ship of the wise. No product of the mind is to be
compared with the mind itself from which it flowed.
The emanation is insignificant compared with its
source; but it leads us towards that source. Even a
so itary ray of light guides the gaze to the sun. The
perception of individual character in a work is the
best good we derive from the best work. It renders
' an isolated gratification of taste subservient to the
widest and noblest influences on the heart and life.
This philosophising, which almost every reader
practise., in a greater or less degree, though often
without being aware of it until the critic comes with
his explanation, is our compensation for the change
introduced by the Press—the one small evil in the
vast ocean of good created by that invention. A
book is in itself a cold thing. To have Plato's Dia-
logues in print is poor work compared with gathering
round the Sage in the groves of Academe, and catch-
ing from his lips the living accents. " I sing," says
the modern Bard, speaking to the eye alone, by the
help of type founders, papermakers, compositors, ink
balls, folding, and stitching. Of old, the Bard struck
no figurative lyre, nor chaunted with fictitious voice;
but his fingers drew forth real melody to the en-
chanted ear, and his inspired tones went thrilling to
the heart. The song and the singer were one, as
they have rarely been in later times. For the charm
thus lost, we must make up, as well as we can, in
other ways. The painter's and graver's art does
something ; the reader's mind must do the rest. It
is to stimulate the minds of readers to such an opera-
tion that these criticisms are appended to the portrait
bestowed upon your subscribers.
Eliza Cook is just the writer to be at home with.
and to snake at home with ourselves. The spirit of
home pervades her compositions. Every household
object has its song; from the kitchen to the garret,
and every flower of the adjoining garden, or of the
~Seld beyond. True, her imagination will sometimes
soar with the lark above the clouds • or skim the
ocean, in calm or storm, to bask in the golden light
of oriental regions ; but her " heart untravelled,
fondly turns" to home ; and like the lark, from the
loftiest flight, she drops into her nest. Yes, there she
is ; in " the Room of the Household ;" you may see
her by " the Rushlight ;" in the " Old Arm Chair ;"
the " Grandfather's Stick" is by, a sacred relic ; she
has been gathering " Buttercups and Daisies,"
.or
" Blue Bells in the Shade," or sporting with " Old
Pincher;" and the "Murray Plaid" is thrown by, yr ith
the " Old Straw Hat," and she is musing on childish
times, when she swung on the " Farm Gate," or wore
w Red Shoes," and played at " Tom Tidler's Ground."
People send their cards with Mr. and Mrs. Such-an-
one at home, on such a night ; but Eliza Cook is
always at home, and every where, with all who de
serve it. The reader that has no relish for her songs
ought not to have a home, and has no proper concep-
tion of the meaning of the word. Her card or motto
might be " Poetry at Home."
Perhaps it was one of those pieces whose subjects
have just been enumerated that suggested to a critic
in a splenetic mood the not very felicitous sarcasm of
calling these lyrics "Dunstable stuff." And yet the
appellation was better than its author intended. The
straw hats of Dunstable are very serviceable for a
long country ramble. On a warm summer's day
they are very pleasant and familiar things ; and they
wear very well to the last. If that be a sneer, what
would be praise ? False criticism, like the false
prophet, unwittingly blesses where it meant to curse.
The poetess may sing defyipgly,
And if one bay-leaf falls to me.
I'll stick it firm and fast in thee,
My Old Straw Hat.
There are vulgar smatterers who will think such
themes "shockingly low:' They can reciprocate no
sentiment in a less costly attire than silks and satins.
They feel neither poetry nor pathos beneath the
Peerage. The muse, as they suppose, only "dwells
in marble halls." Everything about her must be
Eastern or antique. They are in raptures with the
bulbul, and scorn the skylark. In the Cymar they
make shift to see more than in English costume.
They are profoundly classical in taste, and know
the Latin for a three-cocked hat. Any weapon
more modern than a spear is spurious in verse. In
vain are such people told, but it is the
fact, nevertheless, that the wellsprings of all poetry is
in the common human heart. It may gush forth and
overflow upon the most familiar articles of cottage
furniture. All the great poets of classical antiquity
were homely. Virgil poetized his farm-yard; with
Homer we sit down to heroic cookery and feasting,
which show that fingers were made before forks.
Transfer this dandyism to the East (of the world,
and not of Temple-bar), and Orientalisms are no
longer rich and rare. All subjects are elevated, on
which poetry alights, and leaves the radiant traces of
its footsteps. A song on Irish lumpers may have
higher inspiration than one on old Olympus. " The
poet," says Byron, " can make a silk purse out of
a sow's ear." And if it be asked, why select such
topics, when there are many with dignified associatioes,
the reply is ready. The choice is a championship of
human nature, in its most frequent mode of exist-
ence. It ministers to the millions, and feeds them
with Angel's food. The divine is brought to the
cottage door; and tarries there, like celestial guests
of old, in the Patriarch's tent. Put an Eliza Cook,
by her portrait and her poems, in the homeliest
abode, and you give new feelings, a new sense, to
its inmates. They look around ; they sing, they
weep, they sympathise, rejoice, and hope ;
and a glory unperceived before plays over all the fa-
miliar objects of their habitation. Monsieur Jour-
dain (in Moliere's comedy of the Bourgeois Gentil-
honzme) was astonished that he had spoken prose all
his life without knowing it. The millions find that
they have breathed an atmosphere of poetry with like
unconsciousness. The writer who works this wonder
is a public benefactor. The multitude harmonized
by song, which comes home to their business and
bosoms, realise the fable of Orpheus and the brutes.
The homeliest themes are not the least favourable,
perbaps the most of all, to true delicacy and refine-
ment of feeling. Miss Cook's published works may
be confidently referred to in proof of this fact ; she is
never mawkish, affected, or what is called sentimental.
The emotion she expresses or excites is always sound
and healthy, It has a clear tone, and rings like a
bell. There is a sturdy morality in it, often made
tender, but never weak, by susceptibility. Happily
the tendency of her compositions is not matter of
mere speculation. The transported convict, weeping
over his tattered copy of " Our Native Song," super-
sedes or silences a thousand criticisms, and is a nobler
trophy than warrior ever won. After that anecdote
(vide Preface to " Melaia,") it may be said, as Dr.
Johnson said of the "Elegy in a Country Church.
yard," "Had Gray written otten thus, it had been vain
to blame, and useless to praise him." Gray did not
often write like the Elegy; Eliza Cook always writes
like " Our Native Song."
How delicious is that cluster of reminiscences which
makes poetry of an accumulation of ballad titles in the
lines on "Old Songs,"—
Oki songs, ma songs, what heaps I knew,
From " Chevy Chase" to " Black-Eyed Sue,"
From " Flow thou regal purple stream,"
To "Rousseau's" melancholy " Dream." •
I loved the pensive " Cabin Boy,"
With earnest truth and real joy •
My warmest feelings wander back,
To greet " Tom Bowling" and " Poor Jack;"
And, oh! " Will Watch," the " smuggler" bold,
My plighted troth thou It ever hold!
I doated on the " Auld Scot's Sonnet"
As though I'd worn the plaid and bonnet;
I went abroad with " Sandy's Ghost;"
I stood with Bannockburn's brave host
And proudly toss'd my curly head,
With " Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled."
I shouted " Cumin' through the rye,"
With restless step and sparkling eye;
And chased away the passing frown
With " Bonnie ran the Burnie down."
Here was inspiration. The enjoyment was the pres-
tige of power. Appreciation was the herald of pro-
duction.
Old songs! old songs! ye fed, no doubt,
The flame tkat since has broken out;
For I would wander far and lone,
And sit upon the moss-wrapt stone,
Conning " old songs" till some strange power
Breathed a wild magic on the hour;
Sweeping the pulse chords of my soul,
As winds o'er sleeping waters roll.
'Twas done—the volume was unsealed—
The hallowed mission was revealed.
Old songs e.lkd uo a kindred tone;
An echo started—'twas my own.
Joy, pride. and riches swell'd my breast,
The " lyre" was mine, and I was blest.
Rightly was the vocation construed ; and its real
worth and nobleness were justly understood.
Oh ! who shall say the ballad line
Thlt stirs the heart is not iiivine !
And where's the heart thqt would not dare
To place such song beside the prayer?
I have dwelt chiefly on the songs of Eliza Cook,
because they are her most ch iractern,tic compositions;
an t those to which she renders the most peculiar and
valuable service to our pel.ular literature. England
is not, tike Scotland, or Ireland, a land of song. Our
poverty, in this respect, has been obvious and de-

pliirable. Anterior to Barry C. irti wall, the prince o
English songsters, the name of Dibdin is the most
conspicuous. And Dibdin profaned his powers to make
himself a recruiting officer for the navy. He var-
nished over the foul oppressions and cruelties which
at that time (the service is wonderfully improved
since) made a sailor's lite, to thousaeds, scarcely
endurable, and rendered warty a man-of-war a
" floating hell." The cajolery of Dibdin co-operated
with the violence of the press-gang. If the discre•
pancy between the song and the ship be now much less
than it was, we may thank the influence of such prin-
ciples and feelings as are exhibited in the volumes
before us. They have made the old sea songs come
true at last. And if it have long been known that
" the earth hath bubbles as the water hath," the songs
of Eliza Cook, by the side of those of Dibdin, show
that the earth also bath pi etry as the water hath ;
nor will the land service yield to the marine in all
that constitutes the lowliness and power of si.ng.
Poetry began her work in the world by chaunting
oracles and laws, assuming to be the voice of God to
man, dictating his politics and religion. And then
she sang of savage wars, the shock of battle, and the
slain dragged at the victor's chariot wheels. From
scenes of blood she sought relief in the pastoral strain,
piping to listening flocks the artless love of shepherds.
In minstrel guise, she entered baronial halls, reciting
legends of the feats of feudal chiefs. Half turning
from the banquet, she crowned the revellers with
flowers, that wine and luxury might be restrained
from excess by dainty phantasies. Her inspiring
voice has ever and anon sounded the march of patriot-
ism for the assertion of right. And now, thanks to
such writers as the one whose likeness we contem-
plate, she sojourns in cottages and lowly homes, irra-
diating them by her presence, which, in its influences,
makes them, though all the winds of heaven may
whistle through their walls, fairer than fabled bowers,
statelier than the palace, grander than the castle, and
holier than the temple. PUBLICOLA.

THERE'S NOTHING IN VAIN.
Oh! prize not the essence of Beauty alone,
And disdain not the weak and the mean in our way,
For the world is an engine—the Architect's own,
Where the wheels ofleast might keep the larger in play
We love the fair valley, with bloom in the shade,
We sing of green hills—of the grape and the grain;
But be sure the Creator did well when he made
The stark desert and marsh—for there's nothing in vain.
We may question the locust that darkens the land,
And the snake, flinging arrows of death from its eye;
But remember they come from the Infinite Hand,
And shall Man, in his littlen, as. dare to ask why?
Oh! let us not speak of the " useless" or " vile,"
They may seem so to us—but be slow to arraign:
From the savage wolf's cry, to the happy child's smile,
From the mite to the mammoth, there's nothing in vain.
There's a mission, no doubt, for the worm in the dust,
As there is for the charger with nostrils of pride;
The sloth and the newt have their places of trust,
And the agents are needed, for God has supplied.
Oh! could we but trace the great meaning of ALL,
And what delicate links form the ponderous chain;
From the dew-drops that rise, to the star-drops that fall,
We should see but one purpose, and nothing in vain.
ELIZA COOK.

ROYAL ITALIAN OPERA,
COVENT-GARDEN.
A second morning concert of vocal and instrumental
music was given at this theatre on Friday. The per-
formance commenced with Rossini 's Sic 7.qt Mater,
which was executed with all the effect to be expected
from the distinguished artistes, the magnificent chorus,
and incomparable orchestra of that establishment The
opening quartette, " Stabat Mater dolorosa," was sung
by Mdiles. :Mimi and Corbari, Signors Lavia, and
Tagliafico. Mario, who was prevented by illness from
appearing at the last concert, gave the " Cujus Animam"
in his usually unrivalled style. This was followed by
the duetio, " Quis est Homo?" sung with delicious effect
by Madame Ronconi and Millie. Alboni, and which was
greatly applauded. The " Pro Peccatis " and " Eis
Mater," by Tamburini, were given with great effect. The
quartett, " Sancta Mater," by Alboni, Corbari, Mario,
and Tagliafico, obtained its just weed of applause. The
airs, "Fac ut Porten)," by Alboni; and " Inflammatus,'
by Grisi; and the quartett, " Quando Corpus," by Grist,
Alboni, Mario, and Tamburini, were each encored. The
finale, "Amen," was splendidly executed. A grand
miscellaneous concert succeeded, of which the following
is the programme:—
Overture—Leonorat
Duo, S gnor Marini and Signor Rovere,
"La di lei storia." (Chiara di Rosenberg) Ricci.
Aria, Madame Ronconi, " Havvi un Dio."
(Maria di Rohan) Donizetti.
Duo, Madame Persiani and Signor Salvi
" Egli m'odia." (Lucia di Lammermoor) Donizetti.
Seranata, Signor Mario and Coro, " Corn'
I gentil." (Don Pasquale) Donizetti.
Duo, Madame Grisi and Mdlle. Alboni,
" Ebben ate ferisci." ......(Semiramide) Rossini.
Romanaza, Signor Ronconi, " Ah non avea
pin lagrime. ' (Maria di Rudenz) Donizetti.
Terzetto, Signor Salvi, Signor Rovere, and
Signor Marini, " Papatacci."
ie ittg/ero Rossini.
Beethov.n'a Grand Battle Sintonia ...... Beethoven.
The execution of the opening overture by Costa's band
was truly magnificent. The trumpet point, played be-
hind the scenes, and the crescendo passage for tha
violins, were most effective; an encore was loudly and
deservedly called for, but was dcclii ed. The duet bf
Marini and Rovere was sung with great spirit and hie
mour. Madame Ronconi su.eg the aria allotted to her
with much tffect, and was deservedly applauded.
Madame Persiani's and Signor Salves duet, from Luck;
di Lammermoor, was rendered with considerable taste
and skill. Mario's serenade, " Corn' ilgentil," was sung
with his usual taste, and called forth an instantaneous
encore. But the gem Of the entire performance was the
celebrated duet from Semiramide, by Grisi and Albonir
" Ebben a te ferisci," which was executed in such *
manner as to produce a perfect furore. The
Giorno d'Orrore !" was rendered with the most ex-
quisite beauty and expression, and was truly *
treat for the musical amateur, such as is rarely
to be experienced. Ronceni's Romanza was very ex-
pressively given, and he was called back at its conclu-
sion to receive the plaudits of the audience. The trio
Papataci," by Salvi, Marini. and Rovere, was sung
tsifh much effect. Illness, it was understood, prevented
Madame siani from singing the air which was an..
flounced for her irom L' Llisir &Amore. The perform-
ance concluded by the " Battle Sinionia," which, such
as it is, was superbly executed by the orchestra, sumo-
eanied by two military heeds, arranged on the stage.
As a composition we cannot say much in its praise ; and
the only portions which seemed to interest the audience
were the " Rule Britannia" at the commencement, and
"God save the (Net n" at the conclusion, which was
magnificently performed by the three bands, and at whicb
the entire audience rose simultaneously. The house wfo
literally crowded in every part.

FASHIONS FOR JULY.
(From the London and Paris Ladies' Magazine of
Fashion.)
All light and transparent materials are now in favour.
cachemire barege is one of the prettiest ; the patterns
are mostly large for printed materials, as mousseline de
soie ; two shades of the same colour are very fashion-
able ; lilac, with violet, pink, or currant, dark green or
light, the organdy s are in large checks, and for morning
wear jaconots and brillant6i with flounces ; the en-
semble of toilettes is simple, the dresses intended for
country wear are principally redingotes and peignoirs of
foulard de Kamboul Nankin, with deep hem, and manta
Luisa trimmed with Nankin fringe--many are made with
corsage l'imazone; totles de Chine are ornamented
with embroidery in souteche. For the present moment
redingotes of muslin, lined, with collar, are pretty; the
corsages are made high, and full at the shoulders, with
ceinture and long ends; some are trimmed with several
rows of lace, divided by bouillons, with a ribbon
through; others with muslin festozinea or bouillonnee;
these are accompanied by black lace shawls; some are
of net, almost covered with lace, and partake of the
demi mantelet form; more elegant ones are small,
l shaded, e d
with a simple row of lace half an ell in depth, the
same ..74,3 is worn in white over coloured dresses.
new mate, .ermed taffetas ruban, is very fashion-
able; consists of a silk stripe and a wide satin
e s;e
chit* or brochee imitating ribbon. Flounce*
and ruches in silk materials are pinked in crete de coq.
others are in deep vandyke edged with gimp or braid;
printed tarlatanes, mousselines de soie granadines re-
quire flounces, and under skirt of white silk, the corsages
full at the shoulders and waist, forming gerbe with
ceinture of ribbon. For all thick materials the sleeves
are tight; others are wide, fulled into a wristband and
showing the bouillons of the white sleeves below, or
with cuffs turned back "a la, Louis XV., finished with fe
plisse of ribbon. Many shte.t sret-ves are worn with
have been made in Paris
mittens. Many redingotea
of white taffetas, but very simple in style, merely closing
wile th gimp butt
aeon. ons ; 'tight collars are decidedly fashion..
ab this sr-
The uncertainty of the temperature renders variety
nee. ssury in out door toilette, and the lace shawls of
the morning must be often replaced for an evening
promenade by a wadded cloak, closing to the throat witn
Pelente, and long ends crossing in front ; many par-
' dessus are with frills, having wreaths of flowers, broeles
on the same material ; the mantelets generally torn%
shawl behind, and the ends in front are short ; many are
of black figured net, trimmed with lace of embroidered
atuslin ; those of taffeta elm é, with white, dark blue.lilac, an currant, are favourite colours.
In bonnets, all the lighte,t materia a are now in re-
q lest; the &tat lle paille is particularly so; In alnets of
crin and eines are also of pretty texture; they are lined
with lilac, trimmed wish rinhoo, velenle or checked;
;tallies de viz are ornamented with large flowers; marine
ones, chesnut blossom, honey-suckle, &c Same bonnets
deittelle paille are lined with a light eoltured
with pinked ruche inside, and but.chrs of flowers; sonif
fancy straws have silk crowns, and the fronts lined with
sik and finished with a ruche, which continues round
the bavolet; the bavolets are macde larger than they were
e few months back, particularly for capotes; tul'6 bouli
bun Co and crape are much admit ed, those of dark colour
ire enlivened by the beautiful ff 'were that ornamert
th: m.

BRISTOL SUGAR MARKET, JULY 2.—Our sugar
ket has b n tivavy this wcifir -id prices have again
rather Uivt'n way.. The refined rket is also (Jul

1)u-rcu BEER.— S.,ine packages of beer have sr'
riv.-d by the steao,..r lioiterdaui. en route to South'
aroptun, tor shipment to Lisbon, fur her Majesty the
queen of Portugal.