The Sun.
London, England, 1847-01-08 00:00:00

his own failure in the expedition to the Netherlands ;
' but who is your friend ?'
" ' The Knight, of Gwynne ; an Irish gentleman—'
" 6 One of-
your late supporters, eh, Castlereagh V said
the Duke, laughing. lirnv came ho to be forgotten till
this hour, or did you pass him a bill of gratitude, payable
at nine months after dute ?'

" No, my Lord Duke, he was an opponent ; he was -a
man that I never could buy, when his influence and
power were such_ as to make the price of his own di 3-
tating. Since that day, fortune has changed with him.'
" And what do you want with him, now ?' said the
Duke, while his-eyes twinkled with a sly malice, 'are
you imitating the man that bowed down before the
statues of Hercules and Apollo at Rome, not knowing
when the time of those fellows might come up again ?
Is that your game ?'
" Not exactly, your Royal Highness, but I really feel
some scruples cf conscience, that, having assisted so
many unworthy candidates to pensions and peerages, I
should have done nothing for the most upright man I
met in Ireland.'
" ' If we could make him a Commissary-General,' said
the Duke, laughing, ' the qualities you speak of would be
of service just now—there never were such a set of ras-
cals as we have got in that department ! But come, what
can we do with him ? What's his rank in the army ?
where did he serve ?'

" ' If I dare present him to your Royal Highness, with-
out a uniform,' said Lord Castlereagh, hesitatingly, 6he
could answer these queries better than I can.'
" ' Oh ! by Jove ! it is too late for scruples now—in-
troduce him at once.' _ _ .

" Lord Castlereagh waited for no more formal permis-
sion, but hastening to the ante-chamber,-took Darcy's
hand, and led him forward.
" If I don't mistake, Sir,' said the Duke, as the old
man raised his head after a deep and courteous saluta-
tion, this is not the first time we have met—am I correct
in calling you Colonel Darcy ?'
The Knight bowed low in acquiescence.
"' The same officer who raised the 28th Light Dra-
goons, known as 'Darcy's Light Horse ?"
The Knight bowed once more.
" A very proud officer, in command,' said the Duke,
turning to Lord Castlereagh with a stern expression on
his features ; ' a Colonel, who threatened a Prince of the
Blood with arrest, for breach of duty.'
" He had good reason, your Royal Highness, to be
proud,' said the Knight, firmly ; first, to have a Prince
to serve under his command ; and secondly, to have held
that station and character in the service, to have ren-
dered so unbecoming a threat pardonable.'
" And who said it was ?' replied the Duke, hastily.

" ' Your Royal Highness has just done so.
" How do you mean ?'
" I mean, my Lord Duke,' said Darcy, with a calm
and unmoved look, that your Royal Highness would
never have recurred to the theme to one humbled as I
am, if you had not forgiven it.'
" As freely, as I trust, you forgive me, Colonel
Darcy,' said the Duke, grasping his hand and shaking it
with warmth. ' Now, for my part, what can I do for you?
what do you wish ?'
"‘ I can scarcely ask your Royal Highness, I find that
some kit,d friend has already applied in my behalf—l
could not have presumed, old and useless as I am, to pre-
fer a claim myself.'
"' There's your own regiment vacant,' said the Duke,
musing. 'No, by Jove ! I remember Lord Nctherby
asking me for it the other day, for some relative of his
own—Taylor, is the Colonelcy of the 28th promised ?'
" Your Royal Highness signed it yesterday.'
" I feared as much; who is it? perhaps he'd ex-
change.'
" Colonel Maurice Darcy, your Highness, unattached..
" What, have I been doing good by stealth? Is this
really so!'
"' If it be, your Royal Highness,' said Darcy, smiling,
I can assure you that the officer promoted will not ex-
change.'

" The depot is at Gosport, your Royal Highness,'
said Taylor, iu reply to a question from the Duke.
" Well, statio❑ it in Ireland; Colonel Darcy may
prefer it,' said the Duke; for, as the regiment forms
part of the expedition to Egypt, the depot need not be
moved for some time to come.'

" Your Royal highness can increase the favour,
by only one concession, dare I ask it? To permit me
to take the command on service.'

" The Duke gazed with astonishment at the old man,
and gradually his expression became one of deep interest,
as he said,

" Colonel Darcy could claim as a right what I feel so
proud to accord him as a favour. Make a note of that,
Taylor,' said the Duke, raising his voice so as to be
heard through the room, 'Colonel Darcy to take tho
command on service at his own special request. Yes,
gentlemen,' added he, louder, these are times when the
exigencies of the service demand alike the energy of
youth, and the experience of age; it is, indeed, a happy
conjuncture that finds them united. My Lord Castle-
reagh and Colonel Darcy, are you disengaged for Wed-
nesday?'
" They both bowed respectfully.
Then on Wednesday I'll have some of your brother
officers to meet you, Colonel. Now, Taylor, let us get
through our list.'
"So saying, the Duke bowed graciously, and Lord
' Castlereagh and the Knight retired, each too full of
pleasure to utter a word as as he went."
If the serial be conducted to its conclusion with un-
flagging ability, " The Knight of Gwynne" will be
the most admirable among the many admirable
fictions of Mr. Lever.

THE MAN IN THE MOON. Edited by Albert Smith
and Angus B. Reach.
This is an admirable sixpenny worth of fun. The
illustrations by Phiz, Meadows, Hine, Thomas, &c.,
are capital ! and as the engineers for the amalgama-
tion of the broad gauge of Fancy with the narrow
gauge of Fact into the Grand General Amusement
Junction, Albert Smith and Angus Reach beat the
Brunels and the Stephensons hollow. To the Man in
the Moon is due the credit of having given to the
world—

" THE VERY WORST RIDDLE EVER MADE.

" Why was Queen Elizabeth a greater person than
Shakspere?
" Because Shakspere was a wonder (one der), but
Queen Elizabeth was a Tudor (two der).
" N.B. You are humbly requested to suppress your
indignation."

Verily the Man in the Moon is greater than either ;
for if Shakspeare was a won-der, he, as the receiver
of this atrocity, is, as far as word pressing is con-
cerned, at the very least .a ten-der. Here is some-
thing else in the punning style not quite so bad
There is a Quaker gentleman residing at Clapham,
who is so averse to capital punishment, that he cannot
be persuaded to wear suspenders to his inexpressiblea."
And here is an article which, although it appears in
the guise of a jest, bath matter in it, and goes to
the root of abuses legal and social. It is to make use
of the Carlyle slang " most suggestive" :

"4 TUE BOGY COMMISSION.
" On a recent trial, at the Central Criminal Court, a
very pretty little girl, aged apparently about eleven,
was put into the witness-box. The offence with which
the prisoner was charged was grave, and the credibility
of the witnesses was of great importance. The judge
wished to ascertain whether the little lady ' understood
the nature of an oath.' So the following dialogue passed
between him in the horsehair wig, and her in the shining
ringlets:—
" My dear, do you say your prayers?'
" ' Yes, sir, erery morning and every night.'
" Suppose you tell a story, what will become of you?'
" Old Bogy will have me, sir.'
" Let her be sworn,' said the judge; and sworn she
was; and, thanks to her evidence, a very ill-looking
gentleman is at this moment wheeling a barrow in Nor-
folk Island. But her answers set the judge thinking,
and the result has been a commission to inquire into the
Bogy Religion, as held by the childish mind. A few
extracts from the replies of the witnesses examined by
the commission may be interesting to mothers in general,
who may not be aware how widely the faith in 13;)gy is
spread, or how earnestly it is enforced by missionaries
in the disguise of nurzery• maids.
" Emily Rudd examined—ls eight years old. has
heard of Bogy. Never saw him, and hopes she never
shall. Was told all about him by Jane, the maid, that
let in the man that stole the plate. Jane used to tell
her of him every night. Jane used always to threaten
her with Bogy when she could not go to sleep. Jane
said Bogy had red-hot claws, and scratched all the flesh
off little girls who did not go to sleep, or told tales to
their papas or mammas. Believes Bogy sits in the coal
cellar, to be ready when he is wanted. Once heard him
roaring on the stairs, and then she had a fit.

" Charles Twits examined—Was five last birthday.
Has heard of Bogy, but does not care for the Bogy in
his papa's house half so much as he does for Bogy at
grandmamma's, he don't. That is a dreadful Bogy,
grandmamma's is. Never saw him, but saw the grating
of the window, down in the well, where he is. Thought
he saw•his horns come out one day when he threw a
stone down the well. Never threvr any more stones, and
is afraid to walk in the garden. Don't want to talk
about it.

Margaret Macdowell examined—Thinks she is six.
Has heard of Bogy, but has not been naughty for a long
time, and don't 'know why she is spoken to about him.
If she is to speak about him, begs she may be taken up
and nursed. (The rest of this witness's answer was given
en whispers.) Bogy is a great, horrid, naked, black man,
who is chained in the cellar, to chop up little children
into sausages. Believes a little cousin of hers was
chopped up for telling a fib.
" Katherine Earnshaw examined—ls seven. There
was a Bogy in the barn when she was with her aunt in
Yorkshire. One night, when she had pinched the ser-
vant, she was taken into the dark barn for Bogy to see
her. Screamed dreadfally, but they made belt°. They
took her to the end of the barn, and called Bogy, and in
a moment she saw two dreadful eyes, all fire, looking at
her, and two great wings stretched out. Bogy began to
hiss at her, and Sarah said that in another minute he
would have torn her all to pieces, only she was taken
away. Her aunt, when she heard of it, laughed, and
told her it was only the owl, but Sarah said, upstairs,
that it was a dreadful Bogy, and that he would certainly
have her aunt for laughing. She cried dreadfully when
they put her to bed, and wouldn't go again to her aunt's,
not for all the world.
Mary Jane Howard, examined—ls seven and three-
quarters. There is no Bogy in her mamma's house; but
Ann, the nurse, took her into the churchyard once, and
made her look into the vaults under the church. Look-
ing through the window, she saw thousands of coffins,
and something else, too dreadful to tell. If she must
tell, it was a dead person who had been drowned. Could
not bear to look at the face, but Ann told her there was
a Bogy, with flaming eyes, walking about the vaults,
and that he would fetch her and tie her to the dead
person, if she told about Ann leaving her and going and
walking with the soldier. Never did tell. Never liked