The Sun.
London, England, 1846-04-06 00:00:00

AINSWORTH'S MAGAZINE.

" Old St. Paul's" is incorrigible in the pertinacity of
its continuation, but we have already spoken so plainly
upon this subject that we shall desist from further re-
monstrances. The two most prominent features of
Ainsworth for April are, like our minor dramas, " taken
from the French ;" alas I for our paucity of originals,
alas 1 for our sneaking reliance upon the fecundity of
the imaginations of la belle France. However we must
swallow our chagreen and be as grateful as possible for
the good things vouchsafed us by our neighbours. And
good things they are too of a vengeance—absolute dain-
ties in their way. " Piquillo Alliaga," by Eugene
Scribe, and " The Count of Monte Christo,', by Alex-
andre Dumas. Both are as interesting as romances
could well be, with the assistance of all those extrava-
gant adjuncts, of all those thrilling improbabilities and
outrageous vagaries which the Parisian novelists know
so well hew to blend with their characters, so as to form
very palpable fictions. As the story by M. Scribe is only
commenced in this Number, we shall defer our opinion
upon its merits to a more favourable opportunity ; though
we must acknowledge it evinces a freshness of description
which promises largely. " The Count of Monte Christo,"
gains somewhat upon our attention in its present portion.
Dudley Costello utters a variety of piquante remarks on
" How they make Love over the Water," a title, which
at first sight suggested to us a teetotal courtship. Mr.
Costelk, we opine, has no small partiality for Roche-
foucault; the reflex of his sarcasm, and his pithiness
glimmers in the lucubrations of the former. A con-
tribution by Thomas Wright, is a third peep into the
mysteries of " Sorcery and Magic:" and another by
Charles Hooton, is a second chapter of his " Imma-
terialities, or can such things be ?" consequently the
lovers of the marvellous may here obtain a dish precisely
to their liking. We are rejoiced to find the " Life and
Writings of Nimrod" drawn to a conclusion, as the
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of Ainsworth, which, but thatit is tarnished by miserable steel illustration by Franklin,
would be
suitable for the table of any drawing-room r boudoir.

MAGarAtiZI,NEd.
I Harry TlHie'EoveSrPfltOrtilalNes tGhe first
acceptable acid valuable one it must prove article
amost
tyroes
in the stables, to all those who are ambitious of becom-
ing au fait at sportmanship. " Horses, Purchasers, and
Purchasing," is its title, but so full is the paper of useful
hints as to the physiognomieal and physiological charac-
ter of this noble animal that we Consider that
title as not sufficiently comprehensive. The cynic
in Shaltspere's Timon of Athens, pronounces a long
grace upon a miserable atom of very unsavory root :
the direct converse of this is the behaviour of
Harry Hie'over. He presents to the reader a bountiful
repast of intOrtinitioil with a veiy meagre introductory
phrase. Altogether the paper before us might be re•
garded as an exposition of the renowned stanza in
" Venus and Adonis," descriptive of a
iperfect steed.
We trust the writer will contrilnite a series of aftidles,
somewhat after the same fashion, in the pages Of the
Sporting Magazine. In this Manner lie might fai•gur us
with a dissertation upon each description of horse,
racer, hunter, draught, and so forth, with a supplement
upon the diseases incident to the entire breed. The
...veer, no doubt, would be old in the abstract, but
the manner wonld be novel and agreeable. Let him
meditate upon our recommendation. Recollections of
a Griff," afford us a very preposterous and over-wrought
incident. The situation is so unlikely that, notwith-
standing its absurdity, a laugh is completely out of the
question. A Mr. Chesshyre writes a sensible bundle
of remarks about the " Operation of the Game-laws ;"
we presume, however, from their nature, that he has
dipped largely into Miss Martineau's recent stories upon
the same theme. " A Visit to Newmarket" is trite and
common-place ; " The White Hare" little better ; and
" A Few Words about Greyhounds," too frivolous and
petite be examined arm by a literary microscope.

CHARGE.

Permanent Debt ....... ..... ........
Terminable Annuities ...... . , . , .. ..
Interest on Exchequer-bills issued to meet the charge on the Consolidated Fund • • .
Sinking Fund
Other Charges on the Consolidaled. Fund • • • • • • • • • • ••• • • • • • • • • •• • • •
To pay off Exchequer Bills, raised per Act 6 and 7 Vict. c. 87, for Opium Compensation .......
For Advances .... • ................. ..... ••••• • • • • .......... '

Total Charge .......

The Surplus .. • . • • .........

The Amount of Exchequer-bills issued to meet the charge on the Consolidated Fund for the Quarter ended
Jan. 5, 1846, and paid off out of the growing produce of that Fund for the Quarter ended April 5, 1846,
after deducting 280,0001., paid off out of the Sinking Fund . ..•••.......
The Amount issued in the Quarter ended April 5, 1846, in part of the sums granted by Parliament out of
the Consolidated Fund for Supply Services
The Surplus of the Consolidated Fund, Quarter ended April 5, 1846
The probable amount.•of Exchequer-bills required to meet the charge on the Consolidated Fund,
Quarter ended April 5, 1846

Two portraits are the engravings for April, one of
them a " Counterfeit Presentiment" of the Duke of
Beaufort's huntsman, honest William Long. We re-
commend the number to all frequenters of our field
sports as readable.

THE CHURCH OF ENGLAND QUARTERLY

REVIEW. No. XXXVIII.
Very miscellaneous, very well-timed, and very judi-
cious, viewing them collectively, are the contents of
this Quarterly. " Newman's Developement," with
" Dr. Pusey and the Confessional," are very laborious
commentaries upon the so-called Tractarian movement ;
and although these commentaries are occasionally well-
spirited, they are also very frequently too bitter in their
language, too expletive In their manner, and too self-
satisfied in their tone for sober theological discussion.
Nicknames are still unhappily in vogue among contro-
versialists. We are sanguine, nevertheless, that the
time is not so distant when such adjuncts will be
spurned on all hands as derogatory to the holy theme of
religion. The "no popery !" cry should have expired
with the confinement of that fanatical madman, Lord
George Gordon, in Newgate. And the words of John
Grueby, as reported to us by " Boz," in his charming
tale of " Barnaby Budge," should be inscribed in letters
of staring gold over the Corinthian portal of Exeter
Hall—" Lord bless you, leave that unfort'nate bloody
Mary alone !" Words tinctured in any manner with
bitterness are scarcely, compatible with those divine
doctrines which were inculcated first in Palestine in
gentle accents, and in parables of tender significance.
" Scriptual Geology" is generally regarded as a theme
rather difficult for the peu of a Christian reviewer. Not
so : the prodigious and startling discoveries of science
are only fresh proofs of the veracity of the Book of
Books ! The gradation and duration of geological strata
can be rendered—are rendered—consonant with the first
chapter of Genesis. Revealed religion is far from being
subverted by the leverage of natural philosophy; it is
enforced, and illustrated, and authenticated (if we
might so speak) by the new revelations of astronomy
and cosmogony. The earth in this way becomes a glorious
index to the Heaven: the reality of the Hereafter is verified
by the Now. What sublime thoughts flood upon us at
the reflection
position of the "Anti-Corn-law League and the labour-
ing classes," the reviewer looks through a clear medium
and expresses himself with much solid judgment and
much laudable candour. Where, however, he attempts
to cast a stigma of discredit upon Sir Robert Peel, we
perceive a flaw in the prism, his sight is bleared with
that flood of vituperation which has latterly been
lavished so ungenerously upon that most illustrious
statesman. How absurd—yes, we repeat it, how utterly
absurd, toscorn a political convert because—of "his time
of life!" An old adage saith, "Never too late to begin!"
That is a good saying, and a sensible one. And regard-
ing the Premier in this light alone, his change (call it
what you pleased, "tergiversation," "ratting,' or what
not) is admirable. When, however, in a retrospective
snrvey of his career, we see a clear tendency towards
that pinnacle of legislative magnanimity, the summit of
which Sir Robert Peel has now reached, namely, the
good of the people ; when we observe throughout his
whole political life a manifest effort to seduce the aris-
tocracy of landlords into just concessions to the multi-
tude ; when we perceive his gradual progression from
fixed duties to a lenient tariff, and from a sliding scale
to a free trade, we cannot but acknowledge in him a
consistency more massive and more splendid than in that
dogged adherence to principles long since obsolete and
exploded, which, with a very singular adaucity, claims
the same epithet. Consistency indeed surely it is the
consistency of duncehood ! The remaining moiety of
the Church of England Quarterly, is of ordinary ability.

THE PEOPLE'S JOURNAL.
We congratulate the million on possessing an organ so
earnestly alive to their interests. They cannot com-
plain that their principles are unadvocated in a literary
way—their champions of the pen
(not to speak
egotistically) are powerful and numerous. William and
Mary Howitt are doing their utmost to advance
the cause of their countrymen, and the former here pays
a deserved tribute to Miss Martineau, at whose recovery
from illness we are no less amazed than delighted. Mr.
Fox, too, labours bravely under the same banners: his
lectures on " living poets," on " the study of history,"
and on " the common interests of Great Britain and
America," are animated at once by an eloquent affection
for freedom and integrity. He does well in contemning
belligerent rivalry between the United States and Eng-
land. Peace is indeed the panacea for all national ills.
Nevertheless, in our reverence for this divine quietude
among nations, we must never forget that a manifesta-
tion of pertinacious injustice must not be tolerated on
the part of another government. By succumbing to the
insolent demand of any Power, however near or how-
ever remote, however strong or however feeble, we
should merely be extending rewards to additional en-
croachments, and by such a misjudged policy be placing
the peace of mankind in yet more imminent peril. If
we are really desirous of maintaining tranquillity we
must hold a scourge above legislative insolence and sus-
tain our rights by a plenitude of honesty, and dignity,
and determination. From the poems of Miss Barrett
we cannot restrain ourselves from quoting a few frag-
ments; they are fired with such a noble detestation of
the turpitude of our ministry in 1815.
" Napoleon! years ago, and that great word,
Compact of human breath in hate and dread
And exultation, skied as over head—
An atmosphere whose lightning was the sword,
Scathing the cedar of the world,—drawn down
The burnings, by the metal of a crown.
Napoleon I sages with high foreheads drooped,
Did use it for a problem ; children small
Leapt up to greet it, as at manhood's call :
Priests blessed it from their altars, overstooped
By meek-eyed Christs—and widows with a mean
Spake it, when questioned why they sate alone.
• • . • •
France kept her old affection,
Ah, deeply as the sepulchre the corse,
Until dilated by such loves remorse
To a new angel of the resurrection,
She cried, Behold, thou England ! I would have
The dead, whereof thou wottest, from the grave!'
And England answered in the courtesy
Which ancient foes, turned lovers, may befit—
' Take back thy dead! and when thou burriest it,
it was not well,
t 'its a courteous claim,
Amen, mine England .
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Butßecause
des•—t at heart
Among the Occani
To bind, and bare, and vex with vulture fell.
I would, my noble England, men might seek
All crimson stains upon thy breast—not cheek I
Throw
as hainl
ttatkll was not well,
Nor tuneful, with thy
I would that hostile fleets had scarred thy bay,
Instead of the love-ship which waited moored
Until thy princely purpose was assured,
Then left a shadow—not to pass away.—
Not for to-night's moon, nor to-morrow's sun !
Green watching hills, ye witnessed what was done I "
We would willingly transcribe further, but for the
space already occupied. When completed, the first
volume of the People's Journal will be a
choice one • we
can predicate it from the three parts already •
published.

THE FREEMASON'S (71-irrRTERLY RE-
VIE ii :
In this closely-printed periodical there •
accumulation of the sayings and doings is a remarkable
the mysterious fraternity. The contributions
,uret among
not of first-rate excellence, are usually selected
with dis-
crimination, and are replete with sound
end the Revi sense. We can
cordially reci":22m ew to the
masonic bro-
therhood.
EDINZ UR 'ti r7,aniASTICAL
JOURNAL.
What we have already reverted to in a preceding no-
tice is now particularly applicable to this publication—
we mean a spirit very nearly approaching to that of
sectarian intolerance. There is an atrabilious tone
about the disquisition upon what is falsely entitled" The
Marian Superstition." The composition of this article is
most reprehensible. To say the least of it, we consci-
entiously believe, as calm and dispassionate observers,
the faith of the Romish Church is misconstrued by the
writer. We cannot induce ourselves to think that so
many great minds as have been numbered amongst the
children of that creed could so far debase their intellects
as to pay supreme idolatry to a mere creature. Such
a ;,notion is repugnant to our common sense ; it ar

ENGRAVINGS.

Quarters ended April r)

5,704,180
1,307,059

480
839,026
97,785
381,473

380,000

8,710,003
2,271,999

10,982,002

5,631,691
1,314,235

954,410
98,085
338,785

140,000

8,477,206
1,783,308

4,636,817
1,7,'33,30S

10,260,514

2,853,509

2,853,800

pears to us a sheer impossibility. Several pieces of
criticism in the present Number merit a perusal, and
the "Record of Missions" deserves a similar word of
commendation.

WANDERINGS OF A PEN AND PENCIL

Our two pilgrims, Alfred Crowquil and F. P. Palmer,
have a rare appreciation of the picturesque. Witness
that " Yarnton Manor House," flecked with shreds of
sunlight and its lattices curtained by green
boughs ! Just the spot in which to pore over
Holinslied of a dark night, or to carol a
madrigal of Christopher Marlow in the summer-time ;
and " Godstone's Nunnery," all crumbled away, and
strewn with ivy, and suffused with an aspect of desola-
tion—a very outhouse to the moaled grange of Shakspere's
and Tenneyson's Marianna, " Fair Rosamond" is, of
itself, far beyond the price of the whole number, with its
fantastic marginal illustrations. We can speak of these
Wanderings with unaffected satisfaction ; they will form
a pleasant addition to the historiography of our merry
England.

HEATH'S NEW GALLERY OF BRITISH

Parts IV. and V.

The six engravings before us are beautiful specimens
of art ; two portraits ; two domestic scenes ; and two
interiors of churches. In the first of the likenesses, the
proverbial loveliness of our fair countrywomen is ex-
quisitely represented ; an effect which is doubtless owing
to the combination of three things—the charms of the
delicate original, the pencil of the artist, and the finished
skill of the engraver. The altar scenes at Leigo has a
most entrancing effect, every scrap of the gothic orna-
ments upon the groins, the roof beams, and the mullions
coming out with crispness, and yet with softness, in
the pool of sun-light streaming through the stained
windows. If the future parts of this series are only
equal to the present specimens, the work will not be un-
worthy of the supervision of Mr. Charles Heath ; and
that is no mean encomium.

THE KNIGHT OF GWYNNE. Nos. 111. and IV

By Charles Lever.
Harry Lorrequer progresses but slowly in the en-
tanglement of his plot—a sad failing in so experienced
a writer of fiction, since but little interest is excited
until the characters are in a tolerable state of confusion.
Darcy, the Knight of Gwynne, is very happily con-
ceived and very aptly delineated, and, considering
that his patrimonial estates are threatened with irre-
parable destruction, there is a promise of incidents such
as will enthral the attention, and arouse the sympathies
of the reader. Captain Forrester makes extraordinary
advances in the estimation of Lady Eleanor, the hostess
of Gwynne Abbey, and loses his heart—that truant of
all love-tales!—to Helen Darcy. Bagenal Daly—al-
ready one of our familiar favourites—developes his ec-
centric nature more and more in every successive scene.
His summary way of dealing with the postboy, by
taking a streak of nap off his beaver with a pistol-
bullet, is almost as characteristic as his clearing the
fence with " his reins in his mouth and his hands be-
hind his back." The epoch in which the story is situ-
ated is a most attractive one to all lovers of Irish
romance; being no less important a time than that of
the legislative union. On this very account, however,
the difficulties of the narrative are enhanced: the writer
must avoid any evidence of party feeling, while, at the
same moment, his pages must reflect the most bitter
party politics of that stormy and eventful period. We
shall watch the development of the tale with much
curiosity.