The Sun.
London, England, 1846-10-02 00:00:00

NEWMARKET HOUGHTON MEETING.

Mr. Greville's Alarm and Mr. Mytton's Sorella have been
matched for 1,000 each, p.p., Bst each. B.C.
(RECEIVED THIS DAY.)
WREXHAM RACES—WEDNESDAY.
The Gold Cup of 100 sovs. Thrice round.
Mr. Skerratt's Intrepid, 5 yrs, Bst 131 b (Arthur) 1
Mr. Mostyn's bf by Revolution, 3 yrs, 6st 121 b ..... 2
Mr. Worthington's Hooton, 6 yrs, 9st 81b
Mr. Fitzhugh's Black Strap, 4 vrs, Bst 31b
Won by half a neck, after a fine race.
Handicap of 20 sovs. each, J 0 ft, and 5 only if declared, with
50 added; the second to save his stake. Once round and

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a dis.
Mr. Worthington's Dr. Husband, syrs, Bst 71b, walked over.
Handicap of 10 soya. each. 5 ft; 30 added. One mile.
Mr. Stapleford's Carrissima, 4 yrs, 7st 101 b (Simpson) 1 1
Mr. W. Smith's Foxwhelp, 4 yrs, 7st 121 b 0 2
Mr. Price's Kissitt, 3 yrs, 6st 101 b 2 0
Dr. Husband, Bst 71b, and Obscurity, 7st 131 b, also ran.
The Hurdle race was won by Jesse, distancing two ethers.
CHESTERFIELD RACES.
The Chesterfield Plate of 401., added to a Sweepstakes of 3
Boys. each, second to receive 104 Heats. Two miles.
(5 Subs.)
Mr. Baker's Redskin, 5 yrs 3 1 1
Mr. Dixon's Amason, 3 yrs 1 2 3
Mr. Wormald's Millepede, aged 2 3 2
The Ladies' Purse of 251., added to a Sweepstakes of 3 goys.
each. Heats. Once round. (5 Subs.)
Mr. Pepper's Hector, 4 yrs 1 1
Mr. Lancaster's Monsieur Perrot, 3 yrs
Mr. Lamplough's Boltsman, 3 yrs broke down.
Handicap of 3 sovs. each, and 25 added. Heats One mile.
Mr. Ird's Tottenham, 4 yrs 2 4 1 1
Mr. Pepper's Hector, 4 yrs
Mr. Raworth's Engineer, 3 yrs .. 5 1 fell
Mr. Whales's Stranger, 4 yrs
CHESTER AUTUMN MEETING.—TXURSDAY.
The Hooton Stakes of 7 sovs. each, 5 ft, with 20 added ; 3 yrs
olds, lost; 4 yrs, llst4lb ; 5 yrs, list 121 b; 6 yrs and aged,
12st :21b ; mares and geldings allowed 31b. Cup Course.
(5 Subs.)
Mr. Tempest's Lucy, 5 yrs
MSir J. Gerard's Perpetual Motion, (11 b), 4 yrs ............... 2
r. Dawson's British Tar, 5 yrs..
Won easy.
The Grand Stand Stakes of 10 sovs. each, with 50 added ; for
2 yrs pld colts, Est 61b; fillies, Bst 31b; winners extra.
Three-quarters of a mile. (5 übs.)
Mr. Mostyn's bf by Lanercost, out of L'Hirondelle ...... 1
Sir C. Monck's bf, by Touchstone, out of Cast Steel 2
Mr. T. Dawson's c, by D'Egville, dam by Hum. Clinker 3
Mr. S. L. Fox's Chapeau Rouge ..................
Won easy.
The Saracen's Head Handicap of 25 soya., added to a Sweep-
stakes of 5 sovs. each. The second to sake his stake. Mile
and a half. (20 Subs., 10 of whom declared.)
Mr. W. Scott's Drilleld, 3 yrs, sst 81b ............ (Oates) 1
Mr. S. Fox's Psalmsinger, 4 yrs, Est 5113 .......... 2 Mr. Meiklam's c, by Touchstone, out of Laura, 3 yrs 3
Won easy.
The Selling Stakes were not run for when our account
left the course.

FATAL ACCIDENT.
(FROM A CORRESPONDENT.)
A melancholy accident, by which a young gentleman,
of the most amiable disposition and the highest promise,
was brought to an untimely end, and a much respected
family have been plunged into the deepest affliction,
occurred on Friday, the 25th ult., in the neighbourhood
of Coachford, in the county of Cork.
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About four o'clock in the evening of that day, Mr.
William Halloran, the eldest son of the Rev. William
Hallarna, rector of Magurney, in the county of Cork,
accompanied by his younger brother, Master Thomas
Halloran, and his cousin, Mr. John Martin, of Upper
Mount-street, Dublin, went out in pursuit of some plover
that had been seen in an adjoining field. About 5 o'clock
Mr. Martin was drawing the charge from his gun, Mr.
Halloran standing close to him, with the butt of his gun
resting on the ground, and the muzzle turned upwards ;
when a dog by which they were accompanied unfortu-
nately jumped on him, and it is supposed touched the
spring of his gun, which instantly exploded, and the un-
fortunate young gentleman received the entire charge in
his lungs. He ran a few yards and then fell upon his
face. He was immediately conveyed to a neigh-
bouring cottage, and his father, who was
speedily informed of the lamentable event, was
with him in a few minutes. He retained full possession
of his senses for more than two hours, and during that
period exhibited the most perfect resignation to his fate
—the most implicit trust and confidence in the atone-
ment by our blessed Saviour. He suffered very little
(and to use the words of a spectator, his last moments
were like those of an infant going to sleep). Such
patience and fortitude must go far to sustain his parents
under the weighty affliction by which they have been
visited.

Mr. Hallaran was a remarkably fine young man, in
the nineteenth year of his age. He was to have left his
home in a few days, for the purpose of attending the
examination in the University of Dublin, of which he
was a student. Few could have been in possession of
greater health or strength than he was, or afford a
greater promise of a prolonged existence than he did a
few short hours before, he was thus cut off in the
pride and bloom of youth. It affords a melancholy ex-
ample of the instability of this life.

FUNERAL OF THOMAS LAWRENCE, ESQ., ASSISTANT
SECRETARY AT THE POST-0 acionnssoigfnthede
above gentleman were yesterday afternoon
e;:iin the family vault, at Chiale-
to their final resting-plac
hurst, Kent. Mr. Lawre was appointed to office in
the year 1809, and after acelong and laborious official
career, he was called to the
eatbm whichffoesnt"tr-general, which
general superintendence of
the Post-office, under the
post he occupied till his
deatb,
with
Thursday evening, the 24th ult.
cil routine,
Wellacquainted happened on
all the peculiarities and intricacies of the
official
he rose step by step to the highest office under
the
attendediby
James se-
cretary, each office beneath which he filled so ably
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in was
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merit and obtain the confidence and esteem of
brother officers in the establishment. For some tamlla his
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office, and Mr. Ellis, of the missing letter departmey'nts,
Mr. Benjamin Lawrence, of Fish-street-hill, Mr. Free-
ling Lawrence and Mr. Hugh Lawrence, his sons, Capt.
Price, R.N., and Dr. Sams and Dr. West, the medical
advisers of the family.
A man of herculean powers, named Paul, has been
exhibiting feats of strength at the Theatre des Vari6t6s,
at Nantes. On Sunday last, according to the Courier
de Nantes, he performed one that no person can well
beNeve who were not eye witnesses. Being laid on his
back, he formed with his feet and hands a species of
frame or carriage, on which was laid a cannon weighing
1,2121b5. French, 1,30811b5. English, and in this position
sustained it for 53 minutes, during which it was fired off,
without causing Paul to make the slightest movement.
MORTALITY or THE METROPOLIS.—The number of
deaths registered in the metropolis during the week end-
ing Saturday, September 26, wus 808. Of these, 792
were deaths from disease, showing a decrease in the
number of deaths from disease, as compared with the
week preceding, of 94. There were 7 deaths from
cholera, 3 from dysentery, and 52 from diarrhcea. The
number of births during the week was 1,280,

LITERATURE.

DOMBEY and SON. No. I. By Charles Dickens.
" Boz " never commenced a work with so much of

glorious promise as the present. Even the illustrious
picture of Mr. Pickwick gazing from his lodging
window, when " before him was Goswell-street, if he
looked to the right there was Goswell-street, if he
looked to the left there was Goswell-street," is
nothing in comparison. The deathbed in the work-
house depicted in the opening pages of "Oliver
Twist ;" the eccentric genealogy with which " Ni-
cholas Nickleby" is begun ; the first visit to the " Old
Curiosity Shop;" the preliminary evening at the
Maypole, in " Barnaby Rudge ;" and the famous
chase of the dead leaves, with which "Martin
Chuzzlewit" is commenced, and with which Seth
PecksLiff is introduced, possessed nothing comparable
to the promise given by this inimitable introduction to
"Dealings with the Firm of Dombey and Son,
Wholesale, Retail, and for Exportation." The story
is written in that same style of simplicity and natural-
ness which has acquired for Mr. Dickens a celebrity
such as, in the hack but expressive phrase, "the world
will not willingly let die." Again, there is the same
combination of the most subtle and moving pathos
with the most fantastic and sunny wit, which has
rendered the works of this admirable writer such
universal favourites. Charles Dickens, as an Irish-
man would say, always writes " with a heart and a
half." This single number of Dombey and Son"
would be alone sufficient to explain our meaning, from
that touching death scene in the first chapter,
where Mrs. Dombey expires while clasping her young
child to her boSom, and "thus, clinging to that slight
spar within her arms, the mother drifted out upon
the dark and unknown sea that rolls round all the
world," to that beautiful scene between the nurse and
Florence. Beyond this, "Boz" has a noble habit of
availing himself of any and every opportunity of in-
veighing against abuses, whether public or private.
How cutting is that side-sarcasm at the dispro-
portionate promotions in the sea service, where he
describes a certain elderly gentleman as having paid
" house-rent, taxes, rates, and dues for more years
than many a full-grown midshipman; and midship-
men who have attained a pretty green old age have
not been wanting in the English navy!" Many
"characters" of singular originality are already in-
troduced in these four chapters; foremost among
which are Dombey himself and his newly-born Son ;
the latter of whom is placed close to the fire, " as if
his constitution were analogous to that of a muffin,
and it was essential to toast him brown, while he was
very new." Miss Tox promises' to be the best
maiden lady of an unknown age ever portrayed by
Boz. From the furry articles which she wore in
winter, "as tippits, boas, and muffs, which stood
upon end in a rampant manner, and were not at all
sleek," to the " small bags with snaps to them, that
went off like little pistols when they were shut up,"
and which bags the said Miss Tox was accustomed to
carry, the likeness is drawn to the very life, to the
very hair indeed. From Mr. Chick, again, " a stout
bald gentleman, with a very large face, and his hands
continually in his pockets," who has acquired such a
habit of whistling and humming to himself, that on
the most melancholy occasions he is constantly burst-
ing in with a " Right tol loor rul," or a " Rump te-
iddity, bow-wow-wow !" we may expect intolerable
amusement. The " apple-faced family," otherwise
called the Toodles, is richly described, even to the
smallest Toodle, who on the flight of his mother
" immediately began swarming up stairs after her on
his arms and legs." Miss Nipper is an improvement
on Tilly Slowboy of illustrious memory ; she is spoken
of as "so desperately sharp and biting that she
seemed to make one's eyes water." Here, however,
is a description of a nondescript nautical character,
named Captain Cuttle—and an exquisitely ridiculous
description it is too.
" But an addition to the little party now made its ap
pearance, in the shape of a gentleman in a wide suit o

blue, with a hook instead of ahand attached to his right
wrist ; very bushy black eyebrows ; and a thick stick in
his left hand, covered all over (like his nose) with knobs.
He wore a loose black silk handkerchief round his neck,
and such a very large coarse shirt collar, that it looked
like a small sail. He was evidently the person for whom
the spare wine-glass was intended, and evidently knew
it ; for having taken off his rough outer coat, and hung
up, on a particular peg behind the door, such a hard
glazed bat as a sympathetic person's head might ache at
the sight of, and which left a red rim round his forehead
as if he had been wearing a tight basin, he brought a
chair to where the clean glass was, and sat himself down
behind it. He was usually addressed as Captain, this
visitor ; and had been a pilot, or a skipper, or a pri-
vateers-man, or all three perhaps; and was a very salt-
looking man indeed."
Here, by way of a companion quotation, is one of
those pictures of a London locality in which Mr.
Dickens is so wonderfully successful.
" Mr. Dombey's house was a large one, on the shady
side of a tall, dark, dreadfully genteel street in the re-
gion between Portland-place and Bryanstone-square.
It was a corner house, with great wide areas containing
cellars frowned upon by barred windows, and leered at
by crooked-eyed doors leading to dustbins. It was a
house of dismal state, with a circular back to it, contain-
ing a whole suit of drawing-rooms looking upon a gra-
velled yard, where two gaunt trees, with blackened
trunks and branches, rattled rather than rustled, their
leaves were so smoke-dried. The summer sun was never
on the street, but in the morning about breakfast time,
when it came with the water-carts and the old clothes-
men, and the people with geraniums, and the umbrella-
mender, and the man who trilled the little bell of the
Dutch clock as he went along. It was soon gone again
to return no more that day ; and the bands of music
and the-straggling Punch's shows going after it, left it a
prey to the most dismal of organs, and white mice ; with
now and then a porcupine, to vary the entertainments ;
until the butlers whose families were dining out, began
to stand at the house doors in the twilight, and the
lamplighter made his nightly failure in attempting to
brighten up the street with gas.
"It was as blank a house inside as outside. When
the funeral was over, Mr. Dombey ordered the furniture
to be covered up—perhaps to preserve it for the son with
whom his plans were all associated—and the rooms to
be ungarnished, saving such as he retained for himself
on the ground-floor. Accordingly mysterious shapes
were made of tables and chairs, heaped together in the
middle of rooms, and covered over with great winding-
sheets. Bell-handles, window-blinds, and looking-
glasses, being papered up in journals, daily and weekly,
obtruded fragmentary accounts of deaths and dreadful
murders. Every chandelier or lustre, muffled in hol-
land, looked like a monstrous tear depending from the
ceiling's eye. Odours, as from vaults and damp places,
came out of the chimneys. The dead and buried lady
was awful in a picture-frame of ghastly bandages.
Every gust of wind that rose, brought edging round the
corner from the neighbourning mews, some fragments of
the straw that had been strewn before the house, when
she was ill, mildewed remains of which were still cleav-
ing to the neighbourhood ; and these, being always
drawn by some invisible attraction to the threshold of
the dirty house to let immediately opposite, addressed a
dismal eloquence to Mr. Dombey's windows."
Phiz is the illustrator, and admirably does he embody
the limnings of Boz; the two etchings in the present
number are capital. We are rejoiced to see Phiz
still retained as the draughtsman to Dickens ; we are
rejoiced to see a new work by Boz appearing from
month to month in the old green covers, and heartily
join with the nephew of old Solomon Gills in wishing
" Success to Dombey—and Son—and Daughter 1"

A TOUR TO AND FROM VAIVICE. By Louisa
Stuart Costello.

Often as Venice has been written about and painted
on canvass, eulogised in the canzonets of the gondo-
liers, and landed in the metres of poesy, this beautiful
volume by Miss Costello comes upon us with a pecu-
liar freshness, and fascinates us as though it were the
description of some newly-discovered fairy-land.
Those who have never visited this city of palaces in
the Adriatic, possess, nevertheless, some ideal of its
appearance and general character. Since the days
when the mysterious Council of Ten ruled its desti-
nies, when the Doge went forth with exceeding pomp
to marry the billows by which his dominions were
surrounded, and when the prisoners of that mercan-
tile principality languished beneath the leads of the
Bridge of Sighs, the vision of this extraordinary city
has elicited the admiration of the people of all other
nations. And beyond its own intrinsic attractions,
Venice has been invested with a thousand extrinsic
and admirable associations. Bassanio and Shy-
lock, Othello and Desdemona have equally
imparted to it a novel and remarkable in-
terest. Stanfield's pencil has conveyed to the
stranger some adequate impression of its mag-
nificence. The verse of Rogers has afforded some
conception of its pristine glory. The dramas of
Byron have revealed many of the darkest incidents of
its history. Since Napoleon closed its existence as
an independent state, thousands have reverted to those
periods o f its career in which its wealth and dignity
were predominant throughout a considerable portion
of Europe. That "golden wand of commerce"
which Washington Irving has beautifully portrayed,
as grasped during many years "in the failing hand
of Italy," was virtually the sceptre of the Venetian
Doges ; and since the relinquishment of that sceptre,
the power of the sea Cybele has disappeared. When
we recall to our recollection the vigour of its Govern-
ment, the opulence of its citizens, the multitude of its
visitors, the splendour of its beneficent victories, and
the extent to which its proceedings influenced even the
most remote kingdoms, we cannot but think that
Lady Morgan selected no very extravagant sobriquet
in christening Venice " the Rome of the ocean ;" and,
remembering all these things, we can never induce
ourselves to believe that too much has already been
written descriptive of its appearance. Much twaddle
we are conscious has been devoted to the subject of
Venice. Many tourists have penned nonsense by the
chapter anent Venice, and have unhappily " found it
in their hearts to bestow all their tediousness " upon
the public, as Dogberry did of yore to Leonato. But
of good books, upon the same theme, we have not yet
had a surfeit—and many good books have been writ-
ten upon it nevertheless. Miss Costello has here ad-
ventured upon a pilgrimage, every inch of , which has
been worn by the footsteps of a myriad preceding
pilgrims. She describes scenes which hate already