The Sun.
London, England, 1841-05-03 00:00:00

LONDON, MONDAY, MAY ;i3 1841.

FIRST GRAND CONCERT OF THE SEASON.
Honoured by the. Especial Patronage of Her MAJESTY the
QUEEN DOWAGER.
ATISS CHAMBERS, . the BANKER'S
..1-VA. DAUGHTER, bec's to announce her MORNING
CONCERT, by kind permission of Monsieur Laporte, at her
MAJESTY'S THEATRE on FRIPAY 7th May, when she
will be kindly assisted by Madame G. Grisi, Madame Per-
siani' Mrs. Aveling Smith, Miss Bruce Wyatt, and Madame
F. Lablache ; Signor Rubini, .Signor Lablache, Signor F. La-
blache, Signor So!a, and Signor Tamburini. Grand Piano-
forte, Mdlle. Katharing. Bott ; Harp, Mdile. D'Esi.aurrin ;
Horn, Signor Puzzi ; Conductor, Signor M. Costa.
Boxes, Stalls, and Pit tickets of Miss Chambers, 10, Davies-
street, Grosvenor-squire, where a Plan may be seen, and Pit
tickets at the principal Lihraries and Music Shops:

THE MAGAZINES.

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BLACKW GOD'S MAGAZINE.
The review of Mr. Gleig's "Memoirs of Warren
Hastings" is continued this month; and the tone
adopted throughout it is one highly unfavour-
able to Hastings's public: character, who is ac-
cused of gross injustice, of bad faith, of cruelty
towards the native princesses of Oude and their
Minister; and, above all,'of too often adopting as.
the principle of his policy, the notion that the
end justifies.the means. We cannot but think
that the Reviewer presses with undue severity
on Warren Hastings? and does not sufficiently
take into consideration the very unsettled and
precarious nature of our position in India at the
time when he was Governor-General. in par-
ticUlar, the observation that " his trial ought to
haKe • ended in condemnation, and that the
acquittal of Hastings leaves a stain on the
justice of his country," is extremely un-
generous—first, ,when • we bear in mind the
length and searching character of that important
trial; and, secondly; the prodigious pains
that were taken by some of the ablest lawyers
and statesmen in England, to secure a verdict of
guilty. That Hastings was not influenced by a
Spartan sense of integrity in some of his political
transactions with the native Princes of India, is
perhaps true; and it may be equally true that
the expedient was too often uppermost in his
thoughts,suggesting and determining his course of
action; but,-even alowing this, he was not a bit
worse than many other English statesmen who
stand well in public estimation. For instance,
the manlier in which the I Tnion with Ireland was
broUght about, was a much More discredit.;
able affair to all concerned in it, than any
thing in which Hastings was engaged. The
" Wars of the Scots iu France" is an interest-
ing historiette, and confirms the truth Al of
Walter Scott's admirable description of
King Louis's Scottish Guard in ," Quentin
Durward." " Ten Thousand a Year," in-
troduces us to Mr. Aubrey in a Chan-
cery-lane
.spunging-house. The scene is power-
fully drawn. Of the attorney Gammon—Mr.
Warren's best discriminated character—we have
but a few glimpses ; but, few though they be,
they are highly impressive. The pathetic
touches are those which we like least, for they
seem to be the result of great effort on the part
of the writer. " When I was in the Legion," is
a 'sprightly, satirical memoir of military life.
" Nkebuhr, ' is An agreeable biographical sketch
of this eminent German author, of whose great
work, - the Roman History, the writer says,—
" At present, it is a pile of materials, not an edi-
fice ; and the most embarrassed in its plan of any
work we know." The " Lines to an Emigrant
Lady," by Mr. Simmons, evince much true
feeling. We quote a few of the stanzas :

THE ROYAL POLYTECHNIC INSTITUTION.
THE BEAUTIFUL DISSOLVING
VIEWS, by C.atY, ate exhibited at One o'clock
and Half-past Four o'clock, by the OXYHYDROGEN
LIGHT, with appropriate music ; and in the F.venings. after
the MICROSCOPE, at Ten o'clock. The PHOTOGRA-
PHIC PORTRAITS, and the numerous Collection of Works
and Working Models, which display eminent art,'scienee, and
ingenuity. The Diving Bell, Popular Lectures, and Experi-
ments. Admission, One Shilling.

pRAYER BOOK AND HOMILY
SOCIETY.
The TWENTY-NINTH GENERAL ANNUAL MEET-
ING of the above-named Society, will be held on TuultSnAY,
6th May next, at Free-Mason's Hall, Great Queen-street,
Li•icoln's Inn-fields, (when fixt.d proposiions will be spoken to,
by appointed speakers).
The Right Hon. Lord BEXLEY, President, will (D. V.)
take the Chair, at Twelve o'Cliick precisely.
Also, on the evening of the same day, the TWENTY-
NINTH ANNIVERSARY SERMON of the said Society,
will be preachedin the Parish Church of St. Dunstan's, Fleet-
street, by the Rev. A. R. L. DALLAS, Chaplain to the
Right Rev. Lord Bishop of Winch:ster, and Rector of Wons-
ton, Hants.
Divine Service will commence at Half-past Six o'clock.

BHITSCHA to be SOLD, clean and good
as new, having been but little used. It has patent
axles, C springs, imperial, cap case, barouche after seat, rumble,
is suitable for Town or Posting, with all the appendages usually
attached to highly-finished carriagcs.
May be seen :A 43, Crawford-street. Portmn-square.

TO TEA-DEALERS, GROCERS, SPIRE 1' AND„ BRI

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TO BE DISPOSED OF.— A First-rate
FAMILY and WHOLESALE TRADE, situate in a
leading Market Town, within 100 miles oftondon.
The Busine,s has been very successfully carried on for
nearly half a century in the same f►mily, and has attached to
it a connexion of the very first respectability.—The Stock to
be taken at a valuation.
For particulars apply *o Messrs. Edwards and Short, whole-
sale t,,a-dealer., 14, Abchurch lane, London ; or to Messrs.
Brodie and Co., Journal-office, Salisbury.

Adieu! adieu! In secret now
My spirit ssore must chide
The grief that I,,jn would sear my brow,
Despite of all my nride.
But none shall tell, tor none shall know
The wasting agony of woe
This heart must learn to h: de,
Though still remembering that we met,
To love--to sever—and forget.
Forget: !het—ay—let Lethe out
Upon my s. ,:es roll—
Or be the *Hebrew _T.:tiler's doubt
Proved groundless to nY soul ;
To whence it came let it clix...rt,
And its existence newly start
Once more from Being's goal;
Then in that second sinful race
Of this and thee shall live no trace.

But until soul and sense be sunk
In mute forgetfulness,
The madd'ning draught of love I've drunk
To passion's wild excess,
More sweet 'mid sorrowing and shame,
Than if the world around us came
To brighten and to bless—
Shall leave a fever in this brain •
The touch of time would cool in vain.
Adieu, adieu !—the scathed bough
When riven from its tree,
Parts not more hopelessly than now
I sever wide from thee—
Nor differs more May's morning light
From Winter's wild December night
Than our Cites disagree !
Blighted or blest may Ite thy lot,
All one to me,—l share it not.
Thou nameless, guilele,s, guiltless One,
Whose smile to me was woe !
How my heart heave.sTo think upon
Thy fortune here bolo* !
Sh,ll this our distant northern clime
Behold the wasting hand of time,
O'er thy young beauty go,
Or shall our green isle's verdure wave
O'er—love's sole rest—thine early grave ?

THE QUEEN v. THE EARL OF
WALDEGRAVE AND ANOTHER.
TO THE EDITOR OF THE SUN.
Sir,—l think it proper, as the Solicitor of these defendants, to
inform you that the staterr ent in the Herald of this morning, in-
troducing copies of affidavits alleged to have been filed herein, is
untrue, for that no affidavits of any kind have yet been filed.
As the publication of such exparte copie; of affidavits (which
mud have been improperly conveyed to the Herald) is calcu-
lated to prejudice the case of the defendants, I feel it my duty
to trouble you with this note, and to request you to suspend
the publication of such alleged copies of affidavits, until the
case is heard on Monday, when the affidavits on both sides
will, for the first time, be filed.
I am, Sir, your obedient servant,
J. P. BEAVAN.
30, Sackville. street, April 30, 1841.

SUNDAY FLOGGING.
TO THE EDITOR OF THE SUN.

Sit—Verily, Mr. Editor, our public is " a puritane one,"
piou-ly dispsrd to hang a cat for voracity on Sunday, and
much may be said (is not much said ?) adout respect for
Public's religious principle, moral feelings, and tender sen-
timents. _ _

But, in the affair which has recently so called out expres-
sions of Mrs. Public's opinion, there was a party who had (as
1 am inclined to surmise) some feelings concerned, and I do
not find that any one has yet taken the pains to inquire what
they were.
Permit me, then, to ask (as something to vary the points of
discussion) hat private Rogers thought of Sunday flogging,
or whether he would have preferred "getting his hundred" on
some other day of the week as equally conducive to his soldierly
bearing and manly conduct, and less at variance with his de-
votional observance of " the Lord's Day."

By caning attention to this point ot the case, you may pos-
sibiy obtain some answer that will help to a right judgment.
Your constant reader,
LATITUDINARIAN.

BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY.

The present chapters of " Guy Fawkes " con-
tain a circumstantial description of the tortures
to which the hero was subjected in the Tower,
after the discovery of hisplot fbr blowing up the
two Houses of Parliament. Mr. Ainsworth is
herd in his eleinent. He does not spare us a
single physical horror. He shows us the poor
wretch writhing on the rack ; half devoured by
myriads of rats in the dungeon below the river;
crushed and dislocated by the gauntlets; and
compressed, almost to suffocation, in the em-
braces of the iron hoop. Not a single spasm
can pass across Guy Fawkes's ghastly counte-
nance, but the author directs our special atten-
tion to it. There is a sad want of taste here,
such as a novelist of a, high order of genius
could never be guilty of. True imagination re-
'volts from Such minute, matter-of-fact de-
tails, which do not awe the reader, but simply
make
.him sick, like a Sunday newspaper's de-
scription of the last and freshest murder. The
" Mump " is a caustic sketch of a female toad-
eater, who " made such careful minutes of the
respective hours of feeding-time of different fami-
lies, that she was infallibly in pudding-time ;
always made it a rule to pat the children on the
head, or, wanting them, the pet-dog or cat of
the family ; and never fbrgot the names of any of
them." The " Old Woman clothed in Grey "
is a legend by Tom ingoldsby. It is not, how-
ever, in his happiest manner, but flags in places,
as if the author were writing against the grain.
The best portion of it is the serious. We
quote a stanza or two, which will show that In-
goldsby is not merely a humourist, but can touch
the heart, as well as tickle the midriff, when he
pleases :
Oh! sweet and beauiful is Night when the silver Moon is high,
And countless Stars, like clustering gems, hang sparkling in the
sky,
While the balmy breath of the summer breeze - comes whisper-
ing down the glen,
And one fond voice alone is heard—oh ! Night is lovely then !
But when that voice, in feeble moans of ~ickness and of pain,
But mocks the anxious ear that strives to catch its sounds in
vain,-
When silently we watch the bed, by the taper's flickeringlight,
Where all we love is fading fast—how terrible is Night 11

" Ghost Gossips at Blakesley House" is a pi-
quant collection of hob-goblinisms from the pen
of the author of " Stephen Dugard." In " Plain
Advice to Mr. Gabriel Blackadder, a young
Country Attorney" the ironical is attempted
with success. The following remark is some-
thing in Swift's dry, sarcastic style :—" You
cannot be too loud against the Bench; too
brow-beating towards witnesses; or too un-
flinching in the assertion of cases and pre-
cedents. Never mind your grammar—be gar-
rulous. Fat, aged, vain old gentlemen in powder
and the commission of the peace, like to have
law supplied to them by the ton, like coal, from
your wharf, and are not particular as to slatish-
'ness in quality, provided you deliver them as law
coal." The " Old Ledger" is heavy and common-
place. The " German Student's Tale" is a spirited
piece of diablerie. " Stanley Thorn" is neither
better nor worse than usual. " Merry England
in the Olden Time" is an amusing mixture of
anecdote and description, interspersed with hu-
morous songs. We subjoin a specimen of the
latter, entitled "The Inquisitive Farmer; or
Harlequin Hangman :"
Jiarlequin, taking a journey to Bath,
put up at an inn with his dagger of lath.
He s;ipp'd like a lord—on a pillow of down
i71:1 step,`. like a king, and he snored like a clown.

'er stood in shoes,
Bonifee said, as he popp'd in his head,
full)snooze."
(A,T.sjienyhfoactn.hrhemaastmet irba3
chambers
ftre:s
ia:crnner,2
absy
et tiv,e,
os ildde
beof
my
loaudr
obfead ,
acn clover he lay,
Toot a winktalkofheisollodytehre, hHisareo4riL ;n get for his life.n-rigs, and lily,
His bullocks, his heifers, his pigs, and his wife ;
isi
He reckon'd his herds, and his flo,"ks, and his fleece,
And ch ove twice to market his duck, and his geese ;
He babbled of training, and draining, ,Nnd scythes,
And hoeing, and sowing, and taxes, and tithes.

" To the fair do you carry a pack, or a hunch?
Are you mountebank doctor, or pedlar, Or Punch ?
What is your calling? and what is your na`•me?
Are you single, or married,—or coward, or game?"
Poor Harlequin, fretting, lay silent and still,
UZile the farmer's glib tongue went as fast as a mill.
Whcre are you going ? and whence do you come ?
How long do you tarry .:—The deuce ! are you .iumb?"

" I'm the ha.vman," said Harlequin, " sir, of the WWII ;
I cut in the mot ning a highwayman down;
And fix in the Macket-place up, for a flag,
To-morrow his head, which I bear in my bag !"
The talkative farmer jump'd up in a fright—
(" If you look for the bag, f..-iend, it lies on your right 1")
Ilan out of the chamber, and roar'd for the host,
Shrieking, and shaking, and pale as a ghost !

Boniface listen'd, bolt upright in bed,
To the cock-and-bull story of hangman and head ;
And then caught the mountebank, snug on his back,
Holding his sides, which were ready to crack !
Loud laugh'd the landlord at Harlequin's trick,
" As soon," cried the farmer, " I'd sup with Old Nick,
As sleep in this room with that gibbetting wag,
With a head on his shoulders, and one in his bag !"

FRASER'S MAGAZINE.
Some recent speeches and addresses of Mr.
O'Connell—the " beSt-abused man in the three
kingdoms," as he delights to style himself—to
the people of Ireland, form the subject of a most
vehement diatribe in this Number of Fraser.
Not only is the great agitator pronounced to be
a " sly and selfish Jesuit, a concrete of worth-
lessness floating on the troubled surface of an
agitated country ;" but he is compared also to
" Catiline, Marat, and Robespierre"—all whose
amiable peculiarities, we are gravely assured,
meet in him. How Mr. O'Connell must laugh at
such phrenzied attacks, on the part of the Tories !
These men show the excess of their fear, by the
excess of their abuse, of him, and publicly pro-
claim far and wide the power and sagacity which
they would fain deny. And well may they fear
and hate him, for to his influence it is owing
that they are not now basking in the sunny
regions of the Treasury Bench. When the Tory
party cease to pour out their vials of wrath
on Mr. O'Connell's head, we shall begin to
think that his day is past, or passing—
but not till then, " Murder and Mystery "
attractive alliteration!—is an amusing incident,
told with considerable tact, and turning upon the
supposed discovery of a murder made • by an
English gentleman while residing in a lodging-
house at Paris. In an adjoining floor to him
dwelt a young couple, man and wife, who were
sometimes visited by a male friend, when a great
deal of mysterious conversation used to take
place between the parties. On one occasion the
Englishman heard their voices raised as if in
altercation, and on peeping through the key-
hole lie saw one of the young men stab the other
to the heart with a poignard, while the female
threw herself on the body in an agony of emo-
tion. Some days afterwards, the English gentle-
man happening to be at the theatre, saw the
same tragedy enacted on the stage by the same
parties, and then for the first time became aware
that he had witnessed not a real murder, but a
dramatic representation of one, and that the sup-
posed assassins were merely actors rehearsing their
respective parts in private ! "Tracts for the
Times" adopts the anti-Newman side of the
question, the writer justly observing, " whether
the views of the Church or of the Tractarians
are correct, is not the question. If they believe
the Church to be in error, they are at liberty to
quit her communion ; but as long as they remain
within her pale, they are not at liberty to decry
her Reformers, nor to complain of defects in her
services, nor to introduce practices which to
does not warrant." The " Flower's Petitiot
Lady Blanche" is a passable sample of perioui-
cal poesy. " Mysie's Mermaid" is a dull tale,
whose sole recommendation is, that it is short.
" Specimens of the Table-Talk of the late John
Boyle" is an imitation of Sir Morgan O'Doherty's
well-known "Maxims," published many years
ago in Blackwood. In. "Eminent Soldiers of the
Eighteenth Century' we have a biographical
memoir of the great Frederick the Second, of'
Prnssia, from which we quote this anecdote :
, There is probably no sovereign or individual of whom so
many anecdotes are related as of Frederick 11. By far th
greater proportion of these—nine-tenths, at least—are mere
fables, invented by persons blinded by his fame, and totally un-
acquainted with his character.; Frederick was quick, shrewd,
and witty; but destitute of that generous hilarity, frankness,
gallantry, and kindliness of feeling, for which 'o many writers
have tried to give him credit. It is more difficult to forge
anecdotes than is generally believed, and as the volumes of folly
every day written about Napoleon amply attest. We shad
here relate one which concerns Frederick, as it is well authen-
tirated. The Prussian Guards were composed of good-looking
soldiers, selected from the army at large. They were all Ger-
mans, no foreigner being admitted into the corps ; and, as the
Kinghimselfl examined the new recruits, no deception could be
well practised. In the latter years of his life he had, however,
got into the habit of asking the men only three queitions, and
those in regular succession, so that it was easy to in,truct even
foreigners how to answer in German. The King's questions
were, " How old are you?" " How long have s, on served ?"
" Pave you received both your pay and clothing 'for your last
regiment ?" The officers of the Guards wishing, on one oeca-
sion, to obtain a very good-looking young French soldier for
successive questions ; and when the
tthoebier
gcoivrepos,tionsttbrueckeidogh,ism in the German replies, which were
time for inspection came, brought him up right boldly to the
front of BY
Ys
some accident, however, the King
changed questions, and put the second first,
saying, "How long have you served?" Twenty years, please TAIT'S MAGAZINE.
ththee parade.order of •h
your Majesty," was the reply of the unconscious `Frenchman. j We should have thought that the Non-Intru,
The King looked at the young man, and inquired " How old ; sion Question was a theme pretty well exhausted,
are you, then?" " One year, please your Majesty," said the . almost every
composed soldier. "Are you mad, or do you think me mad?" for Magazine and Newspaper in
asked the King. Thep renchman thinking that the King was England and Scotland have been actively discus-
now inquiring about the pay and elothire.r, calmly replied, sing it for months past ; Tait, however, does not
• Bah, please your Majesty. A peal of laughter, which bunt seem to think that the freshness or interest of the
fi ore all around, and in which the King himself joined most auestion is in•the slightest degree abated ; and
heartily, prevented any displeasure from king manifeettd
.
• the deception,
igtaDst the prodtetors of"COO y the very first article his present
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