The Sun.
London, England, 1841-12-02 00:00:00

MORNING SUN

wts an early grave glorious in the cloister of the abovenamed
, structure, and an epitaph from the pen of his
•tena the poet Dryden!
e '4u
iiSedekaking of George the Third, who in his
znnod resided in Pall-mall, the writer thus
tellitioas the simple fact of his accession to the
to rove George the Second being gathered
his fathers, the Royal successor, at once a
lung in all the grace and ingenuousness of youth,
41.ight seem by angels' hands, was placed on
ci: British throne, and with pious modesty, de-
iried himself a Briton born ! "—To talk of the
hit"genn2usness" of George the Third, whose
tire throughout his career was utterly op-
to frankness frankness or candour, is the sheerest
1111;r:ut37. Where, too, is the piety or modesty
statinc, the plain fact that he was an Eng-
by Zan ? As to his being placed upon the throne
little angels' hands," the angelic spirits had as
hsae to do with the matter, as they have with
7trsit Coronations. The whole passage is a fine
k. Plc of the mock-heroic in style and senti-
--.en
vfict The "Condemned Cells" furnishes us
of o,B°lne curious and edifying particulars
public career of that eminent
Ole love
of his profession to a degree bor.
With enthusiasm. Never was man endowed
ti a finer conception of the burglarious than
hhos gifted artist. Some envious cavillers have,
Ilitnwneyer) Objected to him that his style, though
buiT was monotonous, and wanted versatility;
his at this was not so, is proved by the fact of
fenZaving attained unrivalled celebrity as a
ter and a cracksman. It is lamentable to
tridect that this incomparable genius—who twice
pot,tille Governor of Newgate, and hocussed two
IQ al "fitters who were escorting him to Quod
Itatum-ackneY-coach—was sent to wear away the
In Ca of his life, with a chain round both legs,
de„e Pastoral vicinity of Botany Bay ! It is
qtfilltlY to be hoped that some future historian
thq'e `Jack Sheppard" school will rescue the
114,i,10rY of this great man from the obloquy that
kti. covers it. "Anecdotes of Actors," are
4itiee i common-place ; and the " History of Sa-
Titmarsh," is'eas lively and amusing as usual.

Th BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY
43' 444e Present Miscellany contains an expressive
Jt Alin. "gilt portrait, accompanied by a short me-
man: "A Warren Hastings—a remarkable states-
filhle who, after a season of comparative. forg_et-
J•
has again been brought. into notice, by
et e 0 the
els of Mr. Gleig's biographical details, and
the ,°€Plent notice of his memorablecaree_r in
of bs.-r-ast, that appeared in the last number of the
,a 016„
rh "4.971 Review. The portrait, we repeat, is
of th expressive one ; the eyes exhibit a wo'rld
4tid +(ltlghtful sagacity and vigilant shrewdness;
14 'ere is a resolute determination and firmness
foreik', character of the close-shut mouth, that
liabulY reminds us of David's famous likeness of
alir °le". But the forehead is the most notice-
e
441 attire of the portrait: It is broad, smooth
it i 8 ahaster, and swells up like a dome; in fact,
therqui
'te a Shakspearian brow, and indicates—if
the veebe truth in phrenology, which. we doubt—
!hear, IT highest and rarest order of intellect. Of
At is 'e°lllpanving memoir, the less said the better.
tame, business-like narrative, and utterly
1413,.._,,-e°,t in that which is the very salt of biogra-
-1 BAtr serimination of character. " Richar.d
Whiar contains one or two clever dialogues, in
Ii eiel the idiosyncrasy of the uxorious Ludlow
c.4,Ler.,IY brought out. The " Night Shriek" is
Ang.'4l tale for a long winter evening, contain-
ads it does, both a mystery and a murder.
the a etails are wrought up with infinite tact, and
!Inext,e4°Alenzent has the rare recommendation of,
cement
"Ode on the Birth of a Prince'
Pc'eti.e t,° be commended for its loyalty than its
Prot 'aey. It must be comforting, however,
th,,-,antlior to know that he is no worse a poet
,;‘'.6ternhold and Hopkins; and indeed we will
Ilerian,, the
I;luch
Justice to observe, that the Christmas
Yrrc,'tt has often produced a more indifferent
lie " Family Butler" is full of nice
hk Toes, °I character. "He is," says the author,
al4// 0-nYsand a Disciplinarian ; thumbs the John
1,(41e eYfe. -tindaYs, and spells over the Times, with
-as °Pea after his daily quart of stout. He
°f —ll of 'sullen reliance on the immutability
Ibishopes Cllll,reli and the
.Corn-laws. Butlers,
"e as Iu landed proprietors he fancies to
There naturally affinitive as cart and horse.
~a,,eart ellalnV be horses without carts he knows; but
iTeUlar -'move without a horse. No aristocracy,
see at )1.1-18 f '1 butler most detests to
made . loast ami y
ria s table are, a bottle of the old
''a.en,i'''eePs for his private drinking, a poor
-ii'ell4atines-144114_author. Itputs him out of his
Heir to find every now and then
thi-,-e°e'n rnced by a Lady Clara, or a
la chide
t° hear.' Lord John, for he. owns he can't
thing the nobility descending to such
I,llllit's „ • There is much of Leigh
e" and ready observation of the minutice
'
e 01_eter in this sketch. " Merrie England in
thr, en Time" is here brought to a close. The
1)101.'4. Should continue the series, and `give us
j\toe Of provincial life than he has hitherto done.
ize.e„ll.t
1' pleasant gossip may be gleaned by so di-
'). an inquirer respecting the gipsies, the
and i 8 of the may-pole, the morris-dancers,
11the Christmas mummeries in the old
110nial Halls, which Washington Irving
11ook' but li htly touched on in his Sketch
" -Wanderings of a Painter in Italy
qetia-Ise well; but we forbear to give a
`l4iled opinio till we have seen more of them.
4104,e8 Chaw-bacon " is humourous, but the hu-
ke4,' I rather of too coarse a nature to please
_
he -sri,adY. The illustrations are the best part of
b-'etch. " Almaeks " is a description in
MoAhien- 'ouch truth is blended with more exagge-
ttgoici Misadventures at Margate" is by Tom
N1(1 h 'll3'. It is in the mock sentimental style,
',4f4„tppily ridicules some of Mr. Wordsworth's
4he „Ile odes to Betty Foy, Goody Blake, &c.
'("cal commences as follows :
i wasktw Ailitatzat 3
e last Jul I walk'el upon the pier,
here Vulgar Boy—l, said, " What make you
ge 040
hen'tiol7:n your youthful cheek speaks anything
it
1°
8441; " What make you here, you little vulgar
ow
kto to4e_d,,ihat little vulgar Boy,—he deem'd I meant
IleWhen"",
ht h the little heart is big a little "sets it off;"
finger in his mouth, his little bosom rose,-
44blitiotio little handkerchief to wipe his little nose!
I' 4 1)4(3,11:1 u hear, my little man?—it's striking
flop' said,
11114 b "en all good little boys and girls should be
honit
11'5 very 04hTi! VI your supper, else your Ma' will scold
wr°ll indeed • tear.dro for little boys to stand and cry!"
st„,43soui ,i,13 ill his little eye again began to spring,
'll9d, '''tchli'd with agony,'he cried like any thing
and
h As. tki amidst his sobs, I heard him murmur
aVerkl, !
4 41' fat‘hg:t I,ll° Slipper! and I haven't got no Ma'
Ity,4 tone "'ei3 on the seas,—my mother 's dead and
hsoe4 h
40t I ere' on this here pier, to roam the world alone;
BjfGro lad this live-long day one drop to cheer my heart,
""e
t° 54Y a bit of bread,—no,—let alone a tart
tiler
es aso •
14ore • n. will give me food, or find me in employ,
9clolo4,:tht, then blow nietight!"(he.W.as a vulgarßoy ;)
J44lp 8,1 inhere, from this here pier it is my fi 'd intent
'lister Levi did from off the Monument!"x
terr,
144' cheer up ! my little man—cheer up 1" I
otik.e`"Y said,
aa,.
Sour head :
)'(111 shoup Lghty by to take such things into
Your 'Jump from off the pier, you'd surelyY break
trikps lir legs,
„S,„, eggs ar
Y°llr 'leek then Bogey 'd have you, Sure as
e ebbs!
" h • e home with
°d ditty I mead-It me, my little man—come
. sal)
r Mrs• Jones—we must not keep her up
h cast potatoes at the fire—enough for me and you ;?
°rile You
tecklittle vulgar Boy- I lodp at Number 2.'
144 s`lin " 11°rne to Number 2, the house beside " The
Lulu •
theri wipe his dirty shoes—that little vulgar Boy—
.L-Payhe I said to Mistress Jones, the kindest of her sex,
Mfrs sc' good as go and fetch a pint of double X !"
hi, said shemes was rather cross, she made a little noise 4
with he did not like to wait on little vulgar toys; _
the Vyron wiped the plates, and, as she rubb d
t„i
141 N4ut " g'n to Jericho, and fetch my beer myself 1"
ellati4ep to Jericho—l went to Mr. Cobb—
jtwag to'it shilling—(which in town the people call " a
said"
° nAticit for myself as for that vulgar child—
It, Mki pint of double X, and please to draw it
'lenieo
chalet back I gazed about—l gazed on stool and
Atide
P'd IT see my little friend—because he was not there!
441, cileath the table-cloth—beneath the sofa too—
ves °ll little vulgar Boy ! why, what's become of
not see my
?„
eoula
Bee table-spoons—l look'd, but could not
g
i'1:11:0110ti:ccelt e
laers-ep,attern'd ones I use when I'm at te,a,;
my sugar-tongs—my silver waten—
Ivbetewra.s °ll the mantel-piece when I went out for
If.°14(111 t
or yet °- see my Macintosh—it was not to be seen I—hZY _
iininedY best white:beaver hat, broad-brimm'd and ca fit- green ;
ro and Y cruet-stand that holds my sauce
kY
ja;Pctatoes !—all are gone ; and so's that vulgar

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