The Sun.
London, England, 1840-11-02 00:00:00

TILE SUN, LONDON,!§IVIONDAY, NOVEMBER 2. 1840.

new to many of our readers. Charles Edward, as
every one knows, degenerated in his later days into
a mere sot, and died the victim of gross dissipation.
A love of drinking, however, seems to have been
habitual to h:m from his early youth, for we here
find him indulging in his love of the brandy bottle,
at every opportunity, and even risking his safety,
in order to gratify his penchant. "He took care,"
says the writer of this journal, who accompanied
him in all his wanderings through Scotland, "to
warm his stomash every morning with a hearty
bumper of brandy, of which he always took a vast
deal ; for he was seen to drink a whole bottle
of a day without being in the least con-
cerned." Again, we are told, " the Prince
met his attendant at his landing, and
asked him if he had got any meat.
Neil told him that he brought some fresh but-
ter and cheese, and a few bottles of brandy.
Come, come, said he, give me one of the bottles
and a piece of the bread, for I was never so hungry
since I was born ; which being given him, he took
two or three hearty pulls of it, before he came near
the rest, which gave him so good an appetite that
he ate that night more than ever he was seen to eat
at three ordinary meals, and all the rest did pro-
portionably. Aher supper he again called for the
brandy bottles." All heroes have their weak sides,
and this constant habit of dram-drinking seems to
have been the Pre:ender's. No wonder that after
his final escape to the Continent, his best friends
one by one fell away from his side, and that he died a
wretched, solitary man, the object of pity or contempt
to all who once wished him well, worn out by a com-
plication of disorders arising from excessive tippling!
The " Life and Adventures of Charles Chesterfield"
are humorous—perhaps we should rather say sar-
castic—hut we cannot say that the work is any
favourite with us. There is a coarseness, and at

times an ill-nature about it, that at length becomes
repulsive. The illustrator seems to have caught
something of the infection, for his portrait of an
amorous young lady, Miss Clara Meddows, looks
as sour as if she fed daily on crab-apples and
vinegar. " A Week at Venice" is a sketch of this
famous city of the waters. Surely, however, we
have had enough of Venice " Damonlin, or
the Revolutionist," is a spirited memoir, quite
dramatically drawn up, of one of the bold-
est mob-leaders in the year 1830, and who
was one of the most successful in beating,
back the troops of Marshal Marmont. Du-
moulin, it appears, is still alive, and is distinguished
at Paris by his fierce hatred of England. We are
grateful to him for this compliment, which we have
certainly earned by our achievements in the Penin-
sula and at Waterloo. " Ascent of Mount Blanc"
describes the adventures of a French lady in her
efforts to reach the summit of this stupendous Alp.
When at the top, she allowed herself to be kissed
by the guide who accompanied her—a salute at-
tended with no possible danger, either to the lady
or the gentleman, for who could possibly melt into
amorous sensibility, at such a freezing height,
where one's lips were like lumps of ice ? From
Hood's " Rhymes for the Times," we quote 'this
extract :

"Iwas morn—a most auspicious one !
From the Golden East the Golden Sun
Came forth his glorious race to run,
Through clouds of most splendid tinges ;
Clouds that lately slept in shade,
But now seem'd made,
Of gold brocade,
With magnificent golden fringes.
Gold above and gold below,
The ea:•th reflected the golden glow,
From river, and hill, and valley ;
Gilt by the golden light of morn,
The Thames—it look'd like the Goldern Horn,
And the Barge, that carried coal or corn,
Like Cleopatra's Galley !
Bright as clusters of Golden-rod,
Suburban poplars began to nod,
With extempore splendour turnish'd ;
While London was bright with glittering clocks,
Golden dragons, and Golden cocks,
And above them all,
The dome of St. Paul,
With its Golden Cross and its Golden Ball, '
Shone out as if newly burnish'd !

And lo! for Golden Hours and Joys,
Troops of glittering Golden Boys,
Danced along with a jocund ❑oise,
And their gilded emblems carried!
In short, 'twos the year's most Golden Day,
By mortals called the First of May,
When Miss Kilmansegg,
Of the Golden Leg,
With a Golden Ring was married !
And thousands of children, women and men,
Counted the clock from eight till ten,
From St. James's sonorous steeple ;
For next to that interesting job,
The hanging of Jack, or Bill, or Bob,
There's nothing so draws a London mob,
As the noosing of very rich people.
And a treat it was for a mob to behold
The Bridal Carriage that blazed with gold!
And the Footmen tall, and the Coachman bold,
In liveries so resplendent—
Coats you wonder'd to see in place,
They seem'd so rich with golden lace,
That they might have been independent.

Coats that made these menials proud,
Gaze with scorn on the dingy crowd,
From their gilded elevations ;
Not to forget that saucy lad
(Ostentation's favourite cad),
The Page, who look'd, so splendidly clad,
Like a page of the " Wealth of Nations."

sent, on whom he is apt to play off the most emus-
iicondescension,i)arbarians. lookingirntn a poem on thee
<< Fragment of a Highland Story," we quote a pass-
age, suggested evidently by some of the descriptions
‘airs
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in the " Lady of the Lake :" urn as
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better little
How playfully the morning breeze
Lifts the light foliage from time trees ;
Startling from off their glossy bed,
The pearly dew-drops night had shed ;
And stealing, from each freshened spray,
Odours to scatter far away,
O'er heathery heaths and bills that smile
Ecn in that rugged northern isle.
.To-day Macbuie, with gallant train.
To the inspiring chace goes forth ;
Not the dull sport of southern plain,
But the stout deer-hunt of the north ;
Where steedless clansman seeks his prey,
O'er broomy height and treacherous hollow,
And flying fear scarce wins a way
His ardour hesitates to follow.
Now does the newly-wakened glen
Ring with time hum of mustering men ;
While whispering echoes reach the ear
Of the far distant mountaineer.
What sees he from his dizzy height
Gay tartans glimmering ii, the light,
it.o plumed caps, full seldom seen,
Winding along the deep ravine.
And foremost now the cast-off hound
Rushes with wild extatie bound,
Whilst through the valley joyously
Reverberates his mellow cry.
Now from the thicket bursts the stag :
Now, now he gains the nearest crag :
Now proudly snuffs the balmy air,
With upraised head and chest that swells,
And eyes that in defiance glare,
Dark, brilliant, as the young gazelle's.
A moment now lie checks his flight :
A moment turns to face his foe :
A moment forward bends his sight,
Then plunges in the brake below.

GERMANY.

VIENNA, OCT. 3.—An Express from Paris ar-
rived to-day with the news of the fresh attempt on the
life of the King, which has caused an extraordinary
sensation. People universally express horror and in-
dignation at this crime, which has been so frequently
repeated within a few years, and at the same time the
greatest joy that Providence has again protected the
life of the King. The news caused a sensible decline
in the prices of the funds.
It was the Count de Montesquiou who brought the
news of the attempt to assassinate the King. It is said
that he has a mission tending to the preservation of
peace to our Court, and he is to have an audience of
the Emperor to-day to deliver a letter from his Majesty
King Louis Philippe.
Count Lascases, who arrived here some days ago,
with the memorandum of the President of the French
Ministry, is still here, and has had the honour of dining
once with Prince Metternich.

Prince Paul Esterhazy has not yet left to return to
his post at London, but he has already paid his fare-
well visits ; but as a courier has arrived to-day from
London, it is possible that the Ambassador's departure
may again be delayed for a short time. It is confi-
dently said that a Chapter of the Military Order of
Maria Theresa will be shortly held, on account of the
conferring of the insignia of that order on the Archduke
Frederic, who so honourably distinguished himself at the
storming of Saida.

A letter from Berlin says, that on the 14th of Oc-
tober the third corps of the Prussian army received
orders to march to the Rhine. A short time before,
the Minister, Von Humboldt, was charged with a secret
mission (of a pacific nature, it was said) to Paris, but
it was suddenly withdrawn.