The Sun.
London, England, 1841-09-25 00:00:00

MISCELLANEOUS.

At a recent Tory dinner at Ipswich, Sir Ralph An-
struther, speaking of the Tory Premier, observed,
" Such integrity of purpose, such profound judgment,
such praiseworthy caution, such a delightfully happy knack
.in suppressing a too great impatience, were never before
combined in any mortal man."—This superhuman states-
man has certainly a happy knack at suppressing the impa-
tience of the people, for he has told them, in plain terms,
that they must not expect any remedy from him, even
though he has pocketed the fee which they gave him for
the consideration of their case. To repress popular im-
patience by producing popular despair, is an idea well
worthy of a Tory statesman.
A Wilts Paper states that " one day last week a po-
liceman observing a pig on the railway, attempted to
drive it off, as a train was approaching; but all his efforts
were vain, for the more he strove, the more obstinate the
pig became; he seemed to have made up his mind not to
leave; but at length hearing the noise of the coming
train, and not liking the sound, he endeavoured to bolt;
but not being aware of the speed of rail-way carriages, he
got between the wheels, and ultimately extricated himself
with the loss of his nose, which one of the wheels cut off."
—How characteristic is this conduct of the Tories! They,
too, are a perverse, pig-headed race, who make a point of
hanging back, the more the people attempt to drive them
forward. They, too, like the pig, " make up their mind
not to leave ;" but, at length, hearing the loud clamour
of the people, and " not liking the sound," they " en-
deavour to make a bolt," lucky if they can extricate
themselves from their embarrassing position with the loss
only of reputation. We consider that the loss of his
nose to a pig, is a far greater grievance than the loss of
his character to a Tory.
The Morning Post observes, that " Mr. O'Connell
cannot find even one grievance."—lf the lion, and Learned
Gentleman will only cast his eyes towards the Treasury
Bench, when he resumes his seat, he will find a row of
full-grown grievances ranged right opposite him.
We learn, from the Liverpool courier, that, " during
the last two or three days, the Cheshire shore has been
covered with the creatures commonly called fallen stars."
—Fallen stars are by no means confined to Cheshire, but
have dropped at Brocket Hall, Bowood, Woburn
Abbey, and elsewhere. Indeed, the Whig horizon has
of late been full of them.

The following is from a Sheffield paper :—" A few
days ago, as one of the persons connected with Van
Atnburgh's establishment, was standing near the elephant,
he received first a smart slap on the face, and pre-
sently such a stroke from the trunk of the animal, that
four ribs were broken."—Lord Ellenborough, of ‘! tame
elephant" notoriety, should take this refractory animal
in hand.

" On Monday last," says the Bolton Chronicle, " a
Society of Female Conservatives, consisting of sixty old
ladies, held their first anniversary at a respectable tavern
in Middleton."—We are not surprised at these sixty old
ladies being all Tories, for Toryism is essentially old
womanish. Sir Robert Peel should recruit his ranks
from them from time to time.

The Chartists of Nottingham are making extensive
arrangements for the reception of Feargus O'Connor,
though the day on which the •" uncaged lion " will be
there, is not positively determined.
Thursday was the anniversary of the death of Samuel
Butler, the celebrated author of " Hudibras," who died
in 1680.

On this day, in 1738, died Herman .Bcerhare, the
Pminent physician. His fame was spread over the world,
and his works are universal text-books. Peter the
Great visited hini on his travels, and a Chinese mandarin
wrote to him this address: "To Bcerhave, the celebrated
physician of Europe."