The Sun.
London, England, 1846-01-16 00:00:00

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while the billows, "like pawing horses beat upon
the sand," and the " bosom throes" of the disparted
lovers afford a premonition of the luckless destiny of
each, and prelude like a symphony of sweet music
the anguish of the catastrophe, the tropes and figures
which the narrator summonses to his aid impress the
incidents upon the imagination with a singular and
startling truthfulness. When Leander has aban-
doned himself to the bosom of " that cold divorcer," the
Hellespont—.vhen
—" with deep sighs he blows away the wave
That hangs superfluous tears upon his cheek;"—
when the deathful but amorous syren breaks up
through the blue water until "he jars against her
glossy skin"—when his form is girdled by her arms,
and

" Under the ponderous sea his body dips,
While Hero's name dies bubbling on his lips "
when the billows have bleached the bloom upon his
countenance into cold marble,
" And o'er his steadfast cheek a furrow'd pain
Hath set, and stiffen'd like a storm in ice"—
when the lamentation of the sea- nymph has ceased,
and she carries him again into the sunlight, herself
"shuddering off the beaded wave"—when at length, in
the intense abandonment and torment of her sorrow,
she vanishes
" Under the deep, inscrutable—and there
Weeps in a midnight made by her own hair"—
when these, among a swarm of similar beauties, have
slid like " rose-tipp'd avalanches" into the dream-
valley of our soul, we are then in some degree
capacitated *to pronounce our affection for poor
Hood as a prince among the princes of the
higher walks in literature. His " Plea for the
Midsummer Fairies," filled with elfin delicacies of
fancy—his " Lycus the Centaur," that twin-brother
of "Lamia"—his "Haunted House," that extrava-
gant assemblage of desolate and forlorn ideas—his
" Dream of Eugene Aram," nerved and sinewed with
remorse in every syllable—his " Song of the Shirt,"
one among the immortal English ballads--all com-
bine together as appeals for our love, our sympathy,
and our reverence of the tender and joyous, though
powerful and pensive, spirit, who has so recently de..
parted from amongst us. But that those most ex-
quisite stanzas, written shortly before his demise, are
now familiar to the " mass," we would transfer them to
our columns, breathing, as they do, more of the pre-
science, and more of the gracefulness than that ex-
pressed in poor Tom Ingokhby's last verses, " As I
lay a-thynking, a-thynking, a-thynking." Here, how •
ever, is a fragment, noble in the simplicity of a proud
and wounded heart. It is "To a False Friend :'—
" Our hands have met, but not our hearts ;
Our hands will never meet again.
Friends if we have ever been,
Fl iends we cannot now remain ;
I only know I loved you once,
I only know I loved in vain ;
Our hands have met, but not our hearts;
Our hands will never meet again !
Then farewell to heart and hand
I would our hands had never met :
Even the outward form of love
Must be resigned with some regret.
Friends we still might seem to be.
If my wrong could e'er forget
Our hands have joined, but not our hearts :
I would our hands had,never met."
For poetry at once of intellect and sentiment, of
the head and of the heart, we know nothing that
blends them together more intimately. The two
volumes are delicious bijoux ; they are a companion
to Moxon's edition of Keats, and their contents vie
with that illustrious poet in many of his subtler and
more brilliant qualities.

CURIOUS APPEAL AGAINST A
GAME CONVICTION.
At the Berkshire Quarter Sessions, on Wednesday,
Thomas Goodlake, Esq., the senior magistrate of the
county, appealed against a conviction under the game-
laws, in which case Mr. Palmer was respondent. Much
interest was excited from the peculiarity of the case, and
the reading of the conviction, especially that part direct-
ing a week's imprisonment in default of payment of the
fine, caused some merriment. Mr. Goodlake had been
convicted of trespassing in pursuit of game on land at
Letcomb, belonging to Mr. Palmer. In the month
lolf
September last Mr. Palmer, jun., invited Mr. R.
farm
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longing to and occupied by his father e
Mr. Kirnber
They also had the permission
bounds, and
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and fined
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byof him ; but it
ipassed through a plantation which,
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to Mr. Kimber's landlord, was not in his occupation.
Mr. Goodlake laid an information against both of them,
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Goodlake,
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Palmera .k Ee sldtliorsn.a
W_asbrough (onre.
), and James Fortescue (Mr.
,n ehrasd ridden Gofoethdelakceo,usnsteyrcaeoorto)
with three greyhounds, which
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parties were riding abreast,and appeared to be beating
tAhrer.ble)aaltuas,er, and
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.and beat back again,
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his conviction,
servant, laidbut , informationsattbeb ear
against Mr. Goodlake.
ing, that against the servant was not pressed. The in-
formation was heard at \Vantage, before B. Wroughton,
Esq., and Mr. Goodlake was convicted and t4ued ls. and
costs. Mr. Goodlake had called Mr. Wasbrough when
before Mr. Wroughton, in support of his plea that he
was not in search or pursuit of game, but Mr. Was-
brough could not say that he was aware, when passing
through the field of Mr. Palmer, that they were not..
Mr. Bros, who was opposed to the appellant, said Mr.
Goodlake much regretted appealing against the decision
of a magistrate of the same bench as himself, and towards
whom he entertained the highest regard, but his wish
was to refute the assumption that the object of the tres-
pass was that of searching for game. Mr. Wasbrough'a
confession might be good against himself, but he could
not be aware of Mr. Goodlake's intention, which hu-
manly speaking, was only known to himself, and he de-
nied that such was his purpose in passing through the
field. Mr. Goodlake, as an old sportsman, did not like
to be convicted under the Game Act, and, however able
the gentleman might be who had adjudicated upon the
case, he would wish to submit it to another tribunal, and
for them to hear the evidence, whatever might be their
decision. He should call Fortescue, who was not exa-
mined at the hearing.
James Fortescue said Mr. Goodlake always studionsly
avoided coursing on Mr. Palmer's land. The witness
admitted, however, on cross-examination, that the_
manner they crossed the field was that in which
they did
notl
would do as were beating for hares ; but
beat for them ; and that there was thenothisngra-tlrhswh
way
to have prevented them from passing from t
Palmer's field.
heard enough of
the Bench had
The CLIAIRMAN said
stubble to the Ridgway-road, and thereby avoided Mr.
cfoonrvitchteiopna.yment
The respondent appliel
nt,
which was allowed, and
of his costs by the appes
the case to induce them tod
271. aBd.
they were taxed at -, • forc n :16 irim orderthe

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property
us to the sale, a considerable number of people
visited it, attracted by the novelty of the sale ~f a church by
auction. Among the lots which! will be submitted to the
hammer are two fine oil paintings on panel, representing
Moses bearing the Tables and Aaroh, the High Priest, both
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figures are the tof life. The carved and parnell,d fittings
of the altar-piece, including some very chaste Cerinthian
columns, with gilt capitals ; a carved oak poor-box on pedes-
tal stand. This is an ancient piece of work, the date wrought
in the lock being 1683, and a bell measuring twenty inches
in diameter.

LITERATURE.
POEMS. By. Thomas Hood. 2 Vas.
Versatility is the most puzzling characteristic in
the human intellect, and nevertheless the wonder which
in the abstract it would necessarily excite is somewhat
deadened by its very frequent occurrence. Scarcely
any literary personage of any celebrity, especially in
modern times, but in some measure has given evi-
dence of its possession. Southey was equally vigorous
in biography, and mongrel-epic, and history, and
that strangest of all strange styles of composition,
y'cleped the " Doctor." Shelley could dream
away in his celestial dreaming; or weave u
tissue of the most subtle and plausible me-
taphysics, or sneer the scorching sneer of
a Nlephistophiles (as he bath done in his posthumoas
eccentricity, " Peter Bell the Third"), with equal
force of conception and equal amplitude of embodi-
ment. Professor Wilson, with his jovial and heroic
visage, and his " storm f golden hair," can look the
critic, and the bard, and the scholiast, and the teller of
wierd legends—esch as though he were the divinity
exclusively of those several departments. But epithets
are insufficient to particularise the various individuals
who may be classed under this nomenclature, when
Coleridge, and Byron, anti a thousand others,
equally marvellous in*their different idiocyncracier,
recur to our memory in a torrent of wild,
and beautiful, and pleading shapes. Let us reduce
these "astonishments" to a nucletis, but how ?—by
naming Thomas Hood. The jester and the mover of
the soul to tears—the drollest of the droll, the most
touching of the pathetic—the Heraclitus, and the
Petrarch—the merriest of companions, the most ea rnest
of philanthropists! That he was such, behold his
" Whimsicalities" and his "Bridge of Sighs ;" that
he was such, revel in laughter over his perigrinations
along the Rhine, weep copious floods of weepings
over his advocacy of the semptress. Many pos-
sibly are not aware of his vast claims upon
our adiniratien as a true and earnest pet; hun-
dreds who have lingered over that touching
ballad which tended to render Punch so popular,
are not acquainted with the fact that it was but a
scintilla from a sun•luminary—the gash of one haut-
boy from an organ of many glorious and thrilling
" stops." As the preface of these two volumes as-
sure 3 us, their publication has been undertaken " in
fulfilment of his own desire ;" and correctly did he es-
timate his real claim upon the love and sympathy of
posterity in utteringl this darling wish of his heart.
With " Christabel,' and "Genevieve," and the " Pot
of Basil," and " Alastor," and " Parisina " most of
these too brief but delicious poems will 'be classed
henceforth. Any one who will peruse his simple
narrative of an olden fiction about " Hero and Lean-
der," must indeed
" Weep here, unto a tale of ancient grief,
Traced from the course of an old bas-relief ;"