The Sun.
London, England, 1841-03-19 00:00:00

THE SLEEPING BISHOP.

NARROW ESCAPE OF THE BISHOP OF EXETER.—" We
are happy to state that the above Right Reverend Pre-
late has received no injury from the accident which betel
him when attending divine service in a fashionable chapel,
in the neighbourhood of Regent-street, on Sunday last.
The Right Reverend Prelate, exhausted with his devo-
tions, had fallen asleep during the sermon, ewe in this
state of oblivion leant against the door of his pew, which gave
way, when his Lordship narrowly escaped being thrown head-
foremost into the aisle. Luckily, however, he received so
little injury as to be able to attend on Monday in his place in
the House of Lords; but we would suggest to the proprietors
of this chapel that they should provide more lively preachers,
or stronger fastenings to their pew-doors, when the Bishop
of Exeter honours their chapel by reposing in it during divine
service."—Morning chronicle of yesterday.

The church-bell rings, the crowd arrive,
The sacred Temple's all alive,
And the beadle dress'd in scarlet,
Like the Bahylonian harlot,
In the doorway takes his stand
With his awful staff in hand ;
Aisle and navy arc filling fast,
Ditto gallery, and at last,
With amazing pomp and stir,
Comes the ghostly Exeter 1
He seeks his pew, that holy man,
Sworn foe to Satan and his clan;
He seeks his Film pew, but ob,
Just as the parson, grave and slow,
Begins t' exhort the listening group,
The Bishop's eyes begin to droop !
By &grecs strange music goes
Forth from his anointed nose ;
Faint, at first, as woman's sigh,
Sounds the dulcet melody,
Tickling people's ravished cars,
Like the music of the sphere,
But in cadence swelling soon,
Like a Drury-lane bassoon,
The sound at length becomes a snore,
'Tremendous in its nasal roar,
And warns the pastor's startled sheep,
That Exeter is fast asleep 1

Fast asleep ! The word of God
Make a High-Church Bishop nod
Fast asleep ! His Saviour's woes
Set him singing through tt3e nose,
Till, grown drowsy more and more,
He all but tumbles on the floor!
'Tvvas not thus, when briskly he
Watched and wrestlei for a See ;
'Twas nut thus when, year by year,
He plied the trade of pamphleteer ;
No, when he'd Lis way to make,
The Bishop then was wide awake!

THE LATE LIVERPOOL

MEETING.

For reasons, doubtless very cogent, all particular 211u-
sion to thi Corr-laws was avoided by mutual consent.
This stems to have given offence in many quarters. The
Anti-Guru-law Circular of Thursday alludes to it in-
directly, with sortie asperity. The Sun of the same day
observes— _ _

" We dare not condemn the Liverpool merchants fur
exclusively attending to the'r own interests, and disregard-
ing the general e.fare, but they must not blame the land-
lords who uphold the Corr.-laws, and the Chartists who
demand Univ, real Sufi age, for following, their selfish cx-
amp'e. If the middle classes seek only tht it own advan-
tage they must not be surprised when they appeal to the
multitude that ti:e multitude laugh their apreils t) scorn.
The working classes have been practically taught, un-
fortune ely, to mistrust the middle classes when they
agitate for free trade or the repeal of the Corn-laws ;
and hence the cry, warranted by the conduct of the
capitalists, which argument cannot rebut, that their
object is to enrich themselves, to beat down wages, and
enslave the millions more than cwt.. As long as the
middle classes, however, are so keenly alive to their own
interests, and so dead to those of others, shaking the
empire to get rid of a little personal inconvenience, and
refusing to move a little finger to redress the grievances of
the working millions, alienation and mistrust atll =tutu;
and the lindlords will continue, as at present, to tax, op-
press, and plunder both. We deeply regret, if we may
not blame, every instance of such short-sighted selfish.