The Sun.
London, England, 1847-09-25 00:00:00

THE OUTSIDE PASSENGER.

Some years ago a young lady, who was going into
a northern county, took a seat in the stage coach.
For many miles she rode alone ; but there was enough
to amuse her in the scenery through which she passed
and in the pleasing anticipations that occupied her
mind. She had been engaged as governess for the
grandchildren of an Earl, and was now travelling to
his seat. At mid-day the coach stopped at an inn, at
which dinner was provided, and she alighted and sat
down at the table. An elderly man followed and sat
down also. The young lady arose,_ rang the bell,
and, addressing the waiter, said, " Hereis an out-
side passenger. I cannot dine with an outside pas-
senger." The stranger bowed, saying, " I beg your
pardon, madam, I can go into another room," and im-
mediately retired. The coach soon afterwards resumed
its course, and the passengers their places. At length
the coach stopped at the gate leading to the castle to
which the young lady was going; but there was not
such prompt attention as she expected. All eyes
seemed directed to the outside passenger, who was
preparing to dismount. She beckoned, and was an-
swered, "As soon as we have attended to his Lord-
ship, we will come to you." A few words of expla-
nation ensued, and, to her dismay, she found that the
outside passenger, with whom she had thought it be-
neath her to dine, was not only a nobleman, but that
very nobleman in whose family she hoped to he an
inmate. What could she do ? How could she bear
the interview ? She felt really ill, and the apology
she sent for her non-appearing that evening was more
than pretence. The venerable peer was a considerate
man, and one who knew the way in which the Scrip-
ture often speaks of the going down of the sun. "We
must not allow the night to pass thus," said he to the
Countess. " You must send for her, and we must
talk to her before bed time." He reasoned with the
foolish girl respecting her conduct, insisted on the
impropriety of the state of mind that it evinced, as-
sured her that nothing could induce bim to allow his
grandchildren to be taught such notions, refused to
accept any apology that did net go the length of ac-
knowledging that the thought was wrong, and when
the right impression appeared to be produced, gave
her his hand.—Liverpool Albion.

THORWALDSEN'S FORLORN HOPE.—The trunk was
packed, the last goblet of wine drunk at the parting
feast—the vetturino at the door at dawn of day. But
another accident (?) happened, and Thorwaldsen had to
stop one day longer at Rome; but this day decided a
life. At that period Great Britain had battered down
the Danish capital, despoiled it of its fleet—but it was a
Briton also who was instrumental in making the Danish
name triumphant in art. His name is Thomas Hope.
The footman in the hotel had told him that Canova had
spoken of Jason as "Una opera grandiosa," and thus
Hope came to the lumber ateilier, which Thorwaldsen
was about to leave for ever. The hero was unveiled,
and Hope agreed to give 800 zechines for a copy in
marble, although Thorwaldsen had only asked 600.
However, by some reason or other, Mr. Hope had to
wait twenty-five years for his marble statue—still,
Thorwaldsen was now a man of fame.—The Builder.

T e RECENT GALII. The Bury and Sidfolh
Herald says—" During the heavy gale of wind from the
west, with which we were visited during the past week
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Sunderland and London. When only about half a mile
from Hasborough Sands,
away her boat, and drove one of her davits in contact
with a material portion of the screw part of her ma-
chinery. Whilst in this perilous condition another
wave caught her a broadside and carried away her main-
mast, funnel, doing in other respects very considerable
damage to her. She managed to get into the roads, and
was on Friday assisted into the harbour in a very shat-
tered condition. She now lies opposite the oil-houses,
previously to being refitted. She had a good many
passengers on board, and on Saturday seven of them
applied to the magistrates for assistance, stating that
they had only a few shillings among them to get to
Sunderland. Of course the magistrates were not the
parties to whom to apply, and the mayor referred them
to the parish authorities, and to the secretary of the
Shipwrecked Mariners' Society."
LAUNClL—Yesterday there wns a launch at ten
o'clock forenoon, from the building yard of Messrs.
William Hood, Rowan, and Co., helvinhaugh, a splendid
clipper-built barque, named the Ann hood. She is 209
tons n.m., and 273 tons o. m., classes nine years A I at
Lloyd's, and for symmetry of model, and neatness of finish,
the Ann Hood is justly entitled to hold a prominent
position among the far -tamed Clyde-built ships. She is
expected to sail very fast, and is intended, we under-
stand, for the Mauritius trade. We heartily wish her
enterprizing builders every success.—Glasgow paper.
BEGGING ARCIIITECTS.—The current number of
the Moniteur des Archilectes gives a copy of an amusing
letter addressed by an architect to various of the porters
in Paris, suggesting that they should exert themselves
to induce their employers to engage him as their archi-
tect, and promising them a good share of the fees.
The letter ends nobly with "write me a line by the
post, and I will come to you immediately." The editor,
after commenting on such conduct with proper severity,
says, " When will it be permitted us to drive the
money-changere fretthe temple? .--The Builder.

LITERATURE.
THE STUDENT OF SALAMANCA.
The readers of Blackwood are already familiar with
the brief but brilliant narrative which is here re-
published. They cannot have forgotten a story which
recounted to them the joys and misfortunes of Luis
Herrera, the struggles in 1834 between the Christinos
under Fernandez de Cordova and the Carlists under
Tomas Zumalacarregui. In its rpiecemeal appear-
ance, in detached chapters, month after month,
" The Student of Salamanca" suffered as considerably
as most magazine serials. The interest which was
intended to concentrate in one continuous perusal was
stretched over a protracted interval of more than half
a year, and consequently the power of the story was
deteriorated, and the attention of the reader relaxed.
Those, therefore, who have not already perused the
petite romance in Blackwood will have considerably
the advantage over those who have in regard to the
pleasure derivable from the fiction. They will
observe the more clearly the ingenuity of the plot,
the consistency of the contretemps, and the accurate
delineation of the characters. From first to last the
novellete is crowded with such adventures as are only
possible during a civil war in such a picturesque and
romantic land as Spain. Hair-breadth 'stapes, skir-
mishes in the cork forests, surprises in towns, and
similar incidents follow each other with a rapidity
that enthralls the most phlegmatic and carries them
along without pause from the introduction to the finis.
And, withal, the work is written with a spirit and
energy that captivates one into approval. As a piece
of composition, indeed, the book is not unworthy
commendation, the sentences being well-turned, and
the language sometimes of singular correctness. Now
your teeth are set on edge by "the grinding clash of
steel" in a hand-to-hand encounter; now again you
are listening breathlessly in the moonlit streets to the
" strangely sounding Basque oaths and ejaculations
of the Carlist soldiery, mingling with the clack of the
castanets and the monotonous thrum of the tam-
bourine, as they followed the sunburnt peasant
girls through the mazes of the Zorcico and other na-
tional dances." The writer had already evinced his
skill as a delineator of Spanish landscapes and Spanish
manners in his " Peninsular Scenes and Sketches."
If we do not conjecture erroneously, he had already
contributed to Blackwood's Magazine articles depict-
ing the adventures of guerillas, in which Zumalacar-
regui figured to considerable advantage. The present
is a more pretentious undertaking than those detached
chapters, and the principal fault of the narrative is
that the great Carlist warrior is only introduced
cursorily. We should have been glad to have had
the account of the whole of his extraordinary and
chequered career by an author so well calculated to
become his biographer. Here, however, is one
sketch of Zumalacarregui, for the transcription of
which our readers will not be, ungrateful; the novelist
has been depicting the approximation of an advanced
guard of the Christinos to certain mountain defiles
in Navarre, from the summit of which acclivities the
enemy are being reconnoitered by a man :
" He was a man of the middle height, but appearing
rather shorter from a slight stoop in the shoulders; his
age was between forty and fifty years; his aspect grave
and thoughtful. His features were regular; his eyes
clear and penetrating; a strong dark moustache covered
his upper lip, and joined his whisker, which extended but
little below the ear. His dress consisted of a plain blue
frock, girt at the waist by a belt of black leather, sup-
porting a sabre; and his head was covered with a boina,
or flat cap, of the description commonly worn in the
neighbourhood of the Pyrenees, woven in one piece out
of tine scarlet wool, and decorated with a borla, or tassel
of gold cord, spreading like a star over the crown of the
head. In his hand he held a telescope, which he rested
on the top of a fragment of rock, and through it at-
tentively; noted what passed in the valley below. The
case of the field-glass was slung across his body by a
strap, and, upon inspection, a name would have been
found stamped upon its leathern surface. It was that of
Tomas Zumalacarregui."
As a companion picture we must direct attention to
the mention of Cordova in the midst of the engage-
ment of Bilboa. It will be remembered that General
Cordova was at that period a very young man, but
held, notwithstanding his youth, supreme command
over the forces of Christina. His brother, it must
not be forgotten, is one of the principal members of
the present Administration of Madrid—an administra-
tion that has already acquired an unusual amount of
popularity by inducing Queen Isabella to grant a
comprehensive amnesty to all political offenders, and
to restore to his dignities, honours, and possessions
Don Baldomero Espartero, Captain-General of the
Spanish armies, and Due de la Victoria. In the
midst of the battle of Bilboa, a young man says our
author, pressed forward into the melee, exclaiming,
"The cavalry I the cavalry !"

" He wore a long, loose civilian's coat, a small oilskin-
covered forage cap, and had for sole military insignia as
embroidered sword-belt, sustaining the gilt scabbard of
the sabre that flashed in his hand. His countenance was
pale and rather sickly, his comrlexion fairer than is usual
amongst Spaniards; a large silk cravat was rolled round
his neck, and reached nearly to his ears, concealing, it
was said, the ravages of disease. His charger was of
surpassing beauty ; a plumed and glittering staff rode
around him; behind him came a numerous escort."

This was Cordova. The plot of the " Student of
Salamanca" is simple enough. Luis Herrera (the
student aforesaid), the son of an upholder of the
Liberal party in Spain and consequently a supporter
of the infant Isabella, is attached to Rita Villabuena,
the daughter and heiress of an Hidalgo associated
with the cause of Don Carlos. From political, pecu-
niary, and other cogent reasons the Count de Villa-
buena is opposed to the suit of Luis, and, notwith-
standing Luis has gained the affections cf. Rita, i-
solicitous to see her united in marriage to a cousin
named Baltasar Villabuena. Luis therefore is the
hero, Rita the heroine, Baltasar the villain, and the
Count himself the ruer of the happiness of the two
lovers. The strife is between the .wishes of the rivals
Baltasar and Luis—Luis being all disinterested devo-
tion, and Baltasar being solely instigated to effect his
union with Rita for the selfish gratification of his own
avarice and ambition. Such adverse interests, as may
readily be imagined, result in a strange variety of
plots and counterplots, captures and escapes, anxiety
and exultation, from the opening of the book to its
conclusion, and the attraction of the story is enhanced
by the admirable conception of several of the subor-
dinate characters—especially of Paco the muleteer,
Velasquez the soldier, and Jaime the gitano.
Paco is a brave, generous-hearted fellow, and
Jaime a sad rascal. Among the most ex-
citing incidents we may enumerate—the escape
of Luis from his dungeon the night before his in-
tended execution by the Carlists—the escape of the
muleteer from the cellar of the convent—and the ad-
venture of the guerilla party under Mochuelo for the
deliverance of Rita. The latter is just at the
termination of the work, and is depicted in a way that
arouses the most breathless interest. The portraiture
of Mochuelo is capital.
" He was a young man about six-and-twenty years
old, low in stature and slightly built; his features regu-
lar, without beard, and his expression of countenance
rather pleasing than otherwise. His dress was a short
braided jacket, unbuttoned by reason of the sultriness of
the evening, and disclosing a shirt of fine texture, and a
coloured silk handkerchief tied loosely about his throat,
which was round and moulded as that of a woman. His
cavalry overalls were strapped and topped with leather,
and had rows of large bright buttons down the sides;
double-rowelled spurs were fixed to his boots, and on a
chair beside him lay a foraging-cap and a light sabre.
Although his features were small and delicately chiselled,
there was great daring and decision in the thin, com-
pressed lips, slightly expanded nostril, and keen gray
eye; and when he smiled, which was but rarely, certain
lines around his mouth gave a cruel, almost a savage
look to his otherwise agreeable physiognomy. A
Navarrese by birth, and of a roving and adventurous
disposition, this man, at the commencement of the civil
war, had espoused the cause of Don Carlos; but a violent
quarrel with a superior officer, punished, as he con-
sidered, with undue severity, soon afterwards induced
him to transfer his services to the Christisos. He raised
a free corps, composed of Carlist deserters, smugglers,
and desperadoes of every description, and made war upon
his former friends with unbounded vindictiveness and
considerable success. At the period now referred to, he
had already, by various well-planned and boldly-achieved
expeditions, accomplished chiefly in the night-time,
gained a high reputation, and the sobriquet, by which he
was generally known, of El Mochuelo, or the Night
Owl."

Another sketch is excellent ; it is that of the cele-
brated guerilla priest Merino.

" At the head of the column, a few paces in advance,
rode a small group of officers, the chief amongst whom
was only to be distinguished by the deference shown
him by his companions. Insignia of rank he had none,
nor any indications of his military profession, beyond the
heavy sabre that dangled against the flank of his power-
black charger. His dress was entirely civilian, con-
sisting of a long aurtout, the worse for wear, and a round
hat. Heavy spurs upon his heels, and an ample cloak,
now strapped across his holsters, completed the equip-
ment of the Cura Merino, in whose bard and rigid fea-
tures, and wiry person, scarcely a sign of decay or infir-
mity was visible after more than sixty years of life, a
large portion of which had been passed amidst„ the fa-
tigues and hardships of incessant campaigning."
The readers of this vivid and agreeable volume will
close it with the refrain of the Hymn of Valladolid
ringing in their recollections:—
" A la lid, nacionales valientes!
Al combate a la gloria volad ,
Guerra y muerte I tiranos y esclavos,
Guerra y despues habra paz 1"
It will convince many a sceptic that as Spain has for
centuries been the land of romance, so it may also
become a land of patriotism.

HIGHLAND SPORTS AND HIGHLAND
QUARTERS. By Herbert Byng Hall. 2 vols.
Truth is stranger than fiction, says the adage ;
nevertheless, it is not always more interesting or more
amusing, as the volumes before us may testify. Their
author tells us, in his preface, that he has not the
slightest idea of literary pretension, that he has ad-
hered to no peculiarity of style or regularity of
detail, but has given a simple narrative of actual

occurrences. Hence it would seem, if we have any
fault to find, it must be not with the author, but
with the adventures which befel him, and they are
certainly not of the most interesting kind imaginable.
The latter portion of the work relates more espe-
cially to " Highland Quarters," and is in many re-
spects the best. It may possibly be of some service,
and is likely to possess some attractions, at the pre-
sent season. Among the Highland quarters here de-
scribed the most interesting is, of course, Ardverikie,
the sporting residence of the Marquis of Abercorn,
and last week the head-quarters of royalty. Speak-
ing of the beautiful mansion which now casts its
shadow on Loch Laggan, the author of these volumes
very happily surmises how great a consternation its
r appearance would excite, if it could be seen by some
old laird who, in times ang syne, perhaps, possessed
a " sheilling " on its site, and, morec,ver, how much
his amazement would be increased could he see
the royal standard floating over it "in the centre
of that glen where heretofore none but a rebellious
pennon has been unfurled." Besides Ardverikie many
other sporting seats and sporting quarters are here
particularised, and their various peculiarities notified,
accompanied by directions for travelling and advice
respecting the accommodation to be met with in those
parts, which may perhaps be acceptable to those about
to seek amusement in Highland sports and Highland
quarters. The second volume concludes with a de-
scription of the islands—the Shetland, Orkney, and
Hebrides. The Isle of Skye is more particularly
spoken of—that island " sublime in barrenness,"
which has been so forcibly depicted by Sir Walter
Scott, quotations from whose pages are profusely
scattered over these volumes, always attractive, and
always welcome. The chapters devoted to " High-
land Sports," consist of a simple narration of the
exploits achieved and the adventures encountered by
the author and his companions during an expedition
to the moors. This narrative, which is doubtless a
very truthful one, may have some interest to those
utterly unacquainted with such matters, as it may
give them a correct idea of what Highland sporting
really is. But to those who have themselves been in
the Highlands—

" Chasing the wild deer and following the roe,"
or even to those who have visited such scenes only in
imagination, either of whom can draw on a well-
stored memory and a well-stored fancy from many a
stirring scence and hairbreadth peril, these, albeit
truthful pictures of Highland sports, will appear tame
and little interesting. Both volumes contain many
illustrations, some of them very excellent ones.

FINE ARTS.
SCOTLAND DELINEATED. Part IV.

Already we have noticed the preceding portions of
this superb publication. We have commented upon
the splendour of the engravings, the beauty of the
letter-press, the style and dimensions of the plates,
and the descriptions generally. What we have pre-
viously said upon these particulars may be corro-
borated with yet greater emphasis, now that we have
seen the fourth part, just issued in continuation. It
is quite worthy of the lithographic engravings by
which it has been immediately preceded, and that
is no slight commendation. " Benmore," by W. L.
Leitch; " Holyrood," by J. D. Harding; " Glamis
Castle," by George Cattermole ; " Melrose Abbey,"
by David Roberts ; "Interior of Glasgow Cathedral,"
by Joseph Nash; and " Edinburgh, from the
Mound," by W. L. Lutch, are the embellishments
to the part now publishing. David Roberts certainly
proves to us that fair Melrose may be viewed aright
ever, when not visited in the pale moonlight; for the
architectural beauties—matchless either by sun or
moon—are delineated with consummate grace by his
pencil. In the " Interior of Glasgow Cathedral," by
Joseph Nash, we recognise a skill in the adaptation
of lights and shades, and in the grouping of the
armed men, worthy of George Cattermole ; the figure
half recumbent in the foreground reminds us, indeed,
very forcibly of the figure of the man who is being
assassinated in the goblin picture, produced by Cat-
termole some years back, and called " The Iron
Mask." This distinguished artist is singularly suc-
cessful in his sketch of Glamis Castle, with the re-
tainers and the nobles ready for the chase, and the
rich foliage of the trees sweeping the sod, and the
turrets of the Shaksperian edifice visible through the
boughs. The lithographer—J. D. Harding—has
done full justice to the original water-colour draw-
ings, some of which drawings we have ourselves had
the pleasure of inspecting at the publishers.

PICTURESQUE ILLUSTRATIONS OF AN-
CIENT ARCHITECTURE IN lIINDOS-

TAN. Part 11. By James Fergusson.
The second part of Mr. Fergusson's beautiful
publication upon the architecture of Hindostan has
just appeared, and fully sustains the credit acquired
by the commencement. The descriptive letter-press
is as intelligent and the engravings as delicately
drawn and coloured. The " Temple at Chandravati, '
" Temples at Barelli," " laina Tower, Cheetore,"
" Temple of Vimala Sah Abu," " Temple at Sadri,"
" Tower of Victory, Cheetore," are depicted in the
part now published. It becomes each year more in-
teresting to investigate the customs, creed, and pecu-
liarities of races so contiguous' to our Oriental pos
sessions, and to familiarise ourselves as much as pus-
:•ible with the scenery,cdstumes, and architecture by
which those lands are characterised. Such advan-
tages will be effected by Mr. Fergusson when his
elaborate and elegant work is completed.