The Sun.
London, England, 1847-05-06 00:00:00

DOUGLAS JERROLD'S.

The " History of St. Giles and St. James" is con-
cluded in this number. St. James is, of course, ac-
quitted of the murder of Snipeton ; Tom Blast dies of the
wound he has received from Snipeton, but before his
death confesses that he it was who stole the horse, for
the theft of which St. Giles was originally sentenced.
His confession, however, goes for nothing, and St. Giles
is sentenced to death for returning from transportation.
" Briefly, St. Giles was not hanged. No. St. James re-
peated the good work of his boyhood, and—aided by Cap-
stick, who made his maiden speech in Parliament on the
question, calling the attention of the minister to the confes-
:sibh of Blast—St. Giles was pardoned. He married Becky,
and lived and died a decent shopkeeper. Indeed, he bad so
far beaten the prejudices of the world, that 'ere he pitited
flvin it, he had been intrusted with the duties of church-.
warden. -
"St. James, a few weeks after the trial, went abroad, made
the grand tour, returned, married a duke's daughter, and to
the end of his days, supported to the utmost the dignity of
his order.

" Mr. Crossbone, defeated in his hopes of court preferment,
again retired to the country, to cultivate the weeds of life.
He, however, had the subsequent satisfaction of transporting
Mr. Robert Willis, for highway robbery ; an operation per-
formed at the cheapest cost to Mr. Crossbone, as the robber
pillaged him ofonly four-and-twopence and a tobacco-stopper.
"A metropolitan tombstone still attests the pleasing fact.
that Mr. Tangle died at the age of eighty-two, " a faithful
husband, an affectionate father, and. an unswerving friend.
His charity was as boundless as it was unostentatious." Thus
speaks Tangle's tomb-stone; and who—save it may be the
recording angel—shall contrrdict a tomb-stone ?
"And Clarissa—What of Clarissa? She shrank from the
world, and living, was not of life, but died the daily death of
a wasting heart—one other victim to the thousands gone
and—to come. _ _

"And Capstick, at the end of the first session, took office--
became the steward of the Chiltern Hundreds. He and
Bright Jem went back to the Tub, and many a time would
talk of the events that, all imperfectly, we have chronicled
in these pages. Capstick retained his old humour to the
last. He would often talk of St. James and St. Giles, and
would always end his discourse in something like these
words ;
" Well, St. James sneaked away upon a tour, and St.
Giles was pardoned; all right that it should be so. Never-
theless, Jem, as it's turned out, it's more like the happy
wind-up of a story on paper than a bit of real life. I can't
make it out how it has so happened ; for I expected nothing
less than that St. Giles would be hanged, and the Lord St.
James sent to some foreign court as English Ambassador.' "
The " Dreamer and Worker" is continued, and we are
introduced to a variety of schemers who, in conjunction
with Mr. Walter, are about to start a scheme for the
regeneration of the world, and the filling of their own
purses at the same time. Archer joins the Walters at
Portsmouth, and consents to the postponement of the
marriage between himself and Mary for a short time.
Paul dell gives us a pleasant plea for pictures in his
paper, "My Lame Boy's Tastes," in which he adminis-
ters a richly-deserved castigation to the Lakers, and
vehemently protests against the blasphemy of Cowper
" that man and not God made the town"—a blasphemy
which has been repeated parrot-like by every dreamy,
half idiotic, idle humbug from the days of the nervous
and night•eapped fatalist to those of our own, as an
excuse for neglecting the Divine command " to live by
the sweat of his brow." "A. Word or Two on Music"
is a word in season, and we recommend the piper to the
attentive perusal of all the unco guid. " Fables for
Foolish Fellows" are continued, and we have several
other excellent articles in this number of Douglas
Jerrold.

THE MAN IN THE 10001 V- Edited by Albert
Smith and Angus B. Reach.
Mr. Crindle's rapid career is continued most amusingly.
It is evident that he will soon be in acondition to render
it-advisable fur him to quit his native land. Let him
not go'lo 4ustralia or Canada.,9r aliireloa; place oT that
sort. The "States" alone will suit such a go-ahead
gentleman as Mr. Crindle, in which case we recommend
to his study the article in this month's " Man in the
Moon," entitled "Brother Jonathan and the Duel." The
tenth rule of this American manual of duelling is
thoroughly Yankee.
"X. The Sixth Commandment was well enough for a
Theocracy, but is useless in a tree and enlightened Republic."
The following is an admirable hit:—
" FINE ARTS.—Motto for Mr. Turner's picture of 'Getting
Tired of the Ball,' in the Exhibition—
" The azure moon that through the verdant clouds
Bathes the vermillion waves with floods of blue,
Sees nought but yon gondola of pink haze,
And red-hot dots of men."
It is too bad to plunder this "Man in the Moon" any
further, but he is so rich in fun that ho will never miss
it, so here goes:—
" A Goon STORY, &c. &c. &c.—There is hardly a space
of half•a-dozen square inches in the new House of Lords
which is not occupied by countless repetitions, carved in
Gothic characters, of the novel and original legend of God
save the Queen.' The notion is facetious—but somehow the
motto begins to pall upon one at about the hundred and
ninety-ninth reading. Does Mr. Barry expect that his
prayers will be heard for his much' carving? However, we
suppose it is all Gothic and right. By the way—the House
is lighted in the modern fashion. This is wrong—we should
have had medileval gas.