The Sun.
London, England, 1848-05-10 00:00:00

CAPE OF GOOD HOPE.

We have received further advices from the Cape to the
11th of March inclusive. We extract the following sad
intelligence from the Zuid Africaan of that date ;
" (Communicated).—We have just received the fol-
lowing must painful intelligence :—Admiral Dacres' only
son, Commander James Richard Dacres, of her Majes-
ty's sloop Nimrod, and Lieutenant George J. Loch of
the same vessel, went lately on shore, at Quilimane, in
the Mozambique, where they unfortunately remained
during the night, sleeping with the windows of their
bedroom open. The following morning they returned on
board, apparently quite well, but twelve hours after-
wards were both seized with that dangerous malady the
coast fever, which in the course of a few days terminated
fatally ; thus depriving the service of two most amiable,
excellent, promising young officers, and plunging their
families in the deepest affliction. The Nimrod may be
daily expected in Simon's Bay, Lieut. Ross M. Floud
acting commander.—loth March, 1648: "
The popularity of Sir Harry Smith is, if anything, on
the increase.

The Gazette of the 9th of March contains a number
of ordinances, proclamations, and notices connected with
the public service and general improvement of the co
lony, every one of which may be considered a step in
the right direction. The subject of the first is the orga-
nization of a Government fur the safety of the emigrant
Boers and native tribes beyond the Orange River ; and
the whole being among the first (acts of the new Go-
vernment, from which a notion may be formed of the
general character of the policy about to be pursued.
A Government notice announces that henceforth two
sessions of the Legislative Council will be held annually.
The intelligence from the frontier by the last post was
simply that everything was quiet in public, and active in
private. The new system in Kafirland was maturing ra-
pidly, and gives the greatest satisfaction.
Two vessels have been wrecked the Lady Leith,
without a cargo, in Algoa Bay, and the iron schooner
Chanticleer, in crossing the bar at Kowie river. No
lives were lost. The following notice has been issued:—
" NOTICE TO MARINERS.

" Colonial-office, 6th March, 1848.
" A letter having been received by the Secretary to
Government, from Captain Lloyd, R.N., Resident Ma-
gistrate of Port Elizabeth, relating to the wreck of the
brig Lady Leith, in which the loss of that vessel is at-
tributed to the passing between the Roman Rock and the
shore; and as it appears that Mr. Salmond, who sent to
the assistance of the Lady Leith, is of opinion that the
Roman Rock forms part of a reef extending from the
land, and spreading to a considerable distance in that
neighbourhood:
" It is strongly recommended to commanders of vessels
not to pass between the Roman Rock and the shore, or
to hug the land in that neighbourhood, until a proper
survey shall have been held of such reef, and the rocks
in the vicinity.
" By command of his Excellency the Administrator
of the Government,
(Signed) "JOHN MONTAGU,
" Secretary to Government."

[ADVERTISEAIENT.]—A Desperate Wound in the
Thigh Cured by Holloway's Ointment and Pills.—Extract
of a Letter from Mr. J. S. Monday, farmer, residing at
Kennington near Oxford dated March 31, 1848. To Pro-
fessor Holloway :—Sir, Having received a wonderful
cure by the application of your Ointment to a dreadful
wound in my thigh, and from which I had long suffered,
I feel it my duty to acknowledge the speedy and extra-
ordinary effects produced by your valuable Ointment
and Pills in my own case, having previously used several
other remedies without success. I have also had vari•
ous other opportunities of witnessing the beneficial
results attending their use among my labourers. Sold
by all Druggists, and at Professor Holloway's establish-
ment, 244, Strand, London.
DESTRUCTION OF A CANE FACTORY.—Yesterday
n• to
afternoon, about one o'clock, the factory belongain
Mr. P. Phillips, cane-dresser and dyer, situatewastbthe
rear of 3 and 4, Foster-street, Bishop
dis-
covered to be on fire. The flames originated
the overheat of a stove used for drying
spacious building
grnataete materials, throughi
d
owing to the inflammable characterneet tsthheestock in trade,
but few minutes elapsed before
were became wrapped in flames, whichATd
aos angoet sduobndeu ei
sd
very
it was totally destroy aft. Phillips was not insured
serious, and unfortunately a, •
for a single penny.
oment, no debtor under the
At the present m
a custody
t the Ipswich county gaol,
sheriff's writ, is in has- not occurred but once before for
1 a circumstance that ,x_ress.
fifty years..—.lpswich

Bentley this month open; with a biographical sketch
of Prince Metternich (illustrated with a portrait en-
graved by Cook, from the picture by Sir Thomas
Lawrence), in which the writer contends that Met-
ternich has, throughout his whole career, been the
victim of circumstances, inasmuch, as during the
whole reign of the Emperor Francis, Metternich was
only permitted to be the exponent of the views and
executor of the designs of the Emperor himself ; and
that at the Emperor's death he had become so entan-
gled in the system, that it was less dangerous to
proceed and play out the game, than to attempt to
retrace his steps. This is a new theory of the
character of Prince _Metternich, and one by no means
improbable; and it has, moreover, the merit of recon-
ciling many seeming contradictions in the character
of the late Minister of Austria. The next paper is a
sketch of the career of M. Guizot, by Mr. James
Ward, which, however, communicates no new fact
with regard to M. Guizot's career. " The Flaneur"
gives some amusing sketches of the Republican clubs
of Paris, and these may be considered all the political
articles which appear in this month's Bentley, unless
the " Chapters in the Life of an Old Politician" may
claim to be placed in this category. He is a most
amusing purveyor of gossip—is this old politician,
and his reminiscences of the days of the agitation for
emancipation and reform are very entertaining. A
pleasant tale is that of " The Three Nuns" contributed
by Alfred Crowquill, and Maxwell's "Robert Emmett
and Arthur Aylmer ; or, Dublin in 1803, (an owre
true tale, we believe,) commences well. The most
interesting paper in the present number is " The
Hospital of San' Spirito at Rome, by E. V. Rippin-
gille. After visiting all parts f the hospital he
arrives at the ward appropriated to consumptive
patients, which he thinks is vacant, and accordingly
he sits
roime
himselfdo w n beside one of the beds :
" At this
o
—the end nt the hour of the Ave Maria sounded
all Catholic anothercountries, day—a
point of time observed in
31 and marked pretty generally by e
very touching ceremversation are suddeniony, in which all motion anti con-
and repeats a short . suspended, and every one stops
I had seen entered, and,
nda,Y; At thii moment the nurse
approaching the bed, she reached
over my shoulder di ' her fingers in the little ve,syl
of holy water by the side
the crucifix head, and sprinkled just above in%
oacqua benedella upon the bed,
the of
she then sank down zmndaher knees by its side, and
bnried her tace in her
There was nothing sur-
prising to me in this act, havingshalli frequently witnessed
to the reader
similar: but in what words
,oadtlovanywhen, turning
a notion of my astonishment and embn
which I had
my head, I observed that this little
sat so long was occupied! Never, to the last
s eye the
life, shall I fail to see distinctly in by
yr
mind's
of my
object that now rivetted and absorbed my attention,
actually, for the moment, bewildered my faculties. and
For
a minute or more I gazed with wonder, unable to s.
removemy eyes, or distinguish clearly the truth and reality t
what was before me. I had seen so many objects within
the last few hours similar in aspect and situation, that,
for the instant, I believed my fancy had played me this
trick, and, aided by my sympathies, had placed this
beautiful and soul-touching phantom in the little bed by
which I was sitting. But the nurse, rising from her
knees, dispelled the illusion ; her eyes were wet with
tears, and she looked with a feeling of deep interest and
sorrow upon the wasted form within it.
" As soon as I recovered myself so as to speak, I re-
marked in a whisper, I thought all these beds were
vacant ?'

Without raising her eyes, and in a voice evidently
affected by emotion, she replied, They will be to-
morrow!'

" No!' I ejaculated: 'is it true, must it be so?'
" The sympathising woman shook her head, and
walked towards the other side of her own room, where,
offering me a chair, she seated herself.
" Must this beautiful creature die?' said I; 'if she
really still lives, is there no hope for her; pray tell me
who is she, and what, and where does she come from,
from what country?'

"'All!' said the nurse, with a sigh who knows, who
can tell anything about her, dear patient girl, too good
tor this cruel world; who knows her birthplace, the land
in which she first drew her breath, the hands that first
tended her, the eyes that first looked upon, or the bosom
that first warmed and cherished her, who knows, alas!
who knows?' and here the kind woman wept bitterly.
" Seeing Ithat I regarded her emotion with interest
and some surprise, she made a faint attempt to excuse
her want of professional firmness, if Rot insensibility,
and remarked, despondingly, that this was the begin.
ning of her career as a hospital nurse, that this was her
last patient, and that when she was gone her vocation
should go with her!'
" And is it possible,' said I, that no one knows who
she is, or whence she comes V
"`Not unless she has told her confessor,'said the woman.
She knows not a word of Itallian ; and there is but
one priest in the Propaganda, I believe, who speaks her
language.'
." Good God I' I exclaimed, 'is it possible ?—no
parent, no friend, no one to know the locality or the
cause—thus to die, poor creature, so young, so beautiful !
Alas ! alas ! '

"Seeing me look towards the bed, and hearing me speak
i❑ an undertone, the nurse remarked,
" •0, you need not fear to disturb her; she has re.
mained in this state tur almost two days, and appears to
know nothing. I think she sleeps, and I hope now
she does not suffer. The padre, when he left her at
mezzo giorno (noun), crossed her hands upon her breast,
as you now see them. I expect him soon again, and he
will find her as he lett her; and to-morrow—tomorrow
it will be over.'

"I now rose from my chair, and on tiptoe approached
the bed. The light within the last few minutes had been
lowered into gloom and obscurity, so that the chamber,
the bed, and its beautiful tenant appeared more visionary
and affecting than ever; so much so that I felt my foot-
ing upon the floor unsteady, and a swimming sensation
in my head. The bed appeared further from me than it
had been, and I was obliged to stoop down in order to
see distinctly what was within so short a distance of my
eyes. Heavens ! what powers of language are equal to
convey an idea of that sweet vision, that image of all that
is melancholy, touching, and sad on earth, or beautiful
in heaven—of all that is calculated to inspire serious
thoughts, to burst the heart with its own sympathies, to
break the bonds of earth, and to recal the soul from its
mad career among the trifles of this trifling world ?
Who, to have looked on such a face, such a form, would
not have given half his life to reanimate it? Alas !
alas ! that anything so beautiful should perish and be
lost, or become but
"A flower of memory's sad and fickle clime,
Chill'd by the frown of all-destroying time ;
Frail thing of thought, that with oblivion strives,
And, fanned by sighs, bedew'd with tears, survives!"
" Fortunately at this moment I heard the surgeon's foot-
step at the door. On joining the kind old man, he apo-
logised for keeping me so long; but, choked with emo-
tion. I could make him no reply. I was ashamed of my
weakness, and affected to cough to conceal it. It did
not, however, escape his observation, and he remarked,
" Ay, these are sad scenes for those not accustomed to
them, and sometimes for those, too, that are.'
" It is very natural to suppose I made inquiries about
this lonely and lost creature ; but the surgeon could tell
me nothing except as to the appropriation of that part
of the building; upon which point I found
innYotcocnojemce-
tures were correct. The ;patients here did
he notp r aware
make every innqutihry for me. He
within his department. He, therefore, Ny
of any such a case as that I described; buttas
Phreo pp ar go n ds
end;
he would immediately
and,
if
fsome
e probationersformati
o nw
andas to p abder io
bit a
how little, and yet honwede much, of the
I s.h,
Aoullads ayavleasi
history of this
hpaotoar creaturevitiem, ultimately came to my
what a fate I How often
reproached myself thkhnsvoewlled ge.
at I did not speak a word of
English to her. Perhaps I might
mes-
sage, some mission, some
wishhave had some
promised performance of confided to me, and my
cmoingshot have i
gtoivhener r anything she could have asked
tanner of hope, one gleam of
osninek'ngheart, in the terrible gloom
g
that was fast closing the e
shorteea and dismal
this, because
boetc' a heruse
gave
young life, Never can I
now I know the country that sethoerrebirettht. No doubt
the priest had reasons for communicating with her in
her native tongue. Perhaps she might have known
English but very imperfectly. Her home was in a re-
mote part of Ireland. Ttis victim of a cruel destiny was
an Irish peasant girl."
The Gaol Chaplain concludes his mysterious story,?,
entitled, " Are there those who Read the Future f
and Mr. Warre,n continues his pleasant account o
his " Adventures on the Banks of the Amazon,wa".
well written biography of " Prince Charle.E.Ed.
Stuart," and a "Biographical Sketch of L
in this number
illustrated by a portrait, are also griveet:
gives a corn-
of Bentley, in which Professor C Y
the fifth of the
mentary on the " Battle of Tours,
ld.
six decisive battles of theN________lq2

.A.INS If' 0 It TH.
Another " old familiar face" beams upon us from
the cover of Ainsworth's Magazine—associated as
it is so plesantly v‘ ith recollections of " W indsor Castle"
and Croikshank. The vivid and somewhat gorgeous
romance of " Cricht)n," by Harrison Ainsworth—a
romance long since familiar to the world of novel
readers—is revived in a revised edition with pie,.
turesque embellishments from the etching needle of
Phiz. " Am I Murdered ?" is an odd cony lirt," which
contribution b 3,
e backrie.
illt
i
H. K. Addison ; End the " Tale of a
follows it, is admirable for its choice
espsleoyery anidt
reminds us of a paper published some
}earsieg/
the New Monthly, called " The iai
Drawing-room: a magazine t
As
iissmc capital.
There There are continuations of ' '
of R ' The
Man of Millions,"
and "The Countess
udolst d
a t." Mrs. White con
tributes a very pretty chapter—seasonable—called " The Footprints of
enough to D
Spring." A delightfv I,
descriptive paper about
wonderful palace in the world,"The Escurial," the m'
Jst
Yersttilles, reterhoff, or the not excepting Wind' 3,,,,
Vatican, is suggested by

COLBURNS NEW MONTHLY.
Mr. Ainsworth evinces a rare industry and a fair
amount of discrimination in the responsibility of his
double editorship. What with John Oxenford's
" Austrian Legends," Charles Rowcroft's " Tick,"
Cyrus Redding 's " Life and Reminiscences of Thomas
Campbell," and Mr. Jolly Green's " Visit to Paris
since the French Revolution," the very title-page
to the number for May has an enticing appearance.
Both " Paquerette" and the "Richest Commoner in
England" are pursued with ability. From the eccentric
chapter headed " The Time Table of a Rich Septua-
genary" we transcribe this deplorable but in too many
instances accurate catalogue of years. Here is the
epitome of many a man's life—a true
" TIME•TABLE OF A RICH SEPTUAGENARY.

Years.
I will begin with the years which, from the require-
ments of our common nature, or from my ha-
bitual waste of time, may be considered, so far as
regards any serviceable purpose, to have been
absolutely lost. Including the somnolent periods
of infancy and childhood, and making allowance
for the sluggish habits of my whole after-lite, I
calculate that I have slept, and dczed, and dreamed
away nine or ten hours in every twenty-Jour,
which, for seventy 3 ears, absorbs about ....... .32
At school, with tutors, at college, I spent about
twenty years, and having forgotten, in two or
three, all the Latin and Greek and ne irly every-
thing else that I had learnt, except my collegiate
viers and expensive habits, I cannot put down fur
actual loss of'ttrre less than.... ........... isi
Wasted, not in doing nothings, for that would pm-
brace nearly my whole life, but literally in doing
nothing, two hours a day, about
Expended in stag, fox, hare, and badger hunting;
in coursin ~ racing, cockfighting, fishing ; in
shooting birds and beasts of all sorts—as I
always was an indefatigable sportsman, and began
the work of destruction when I was ten years c.ld,
I cannot reckon this waste at less than six hours
a day, which, in sixty years of 313 days each, for
on Sundays I killed nothing hut time, amounts to 13i
(N.B.—Estimating my slaughter as au amaleur
butcher at the very moderate number of only two
lives a day, exclusively of the innumerable sufferers
that I have maimed and lacerated, leaving most of
them to die in anguish, I find that in sixty years
In(esacmcolild.ninngoeSena Sabbaths), bearet hastu),rlesh:a)ve, for my mere amuse-
ment,God destroyed nearly thirty-eight thousand of
two hours per diem, or
entranceb at college to the
presenting' froal my
.Y:teleepaien.not have puffed out less than
In gambling,a c'lliasiango,uhturdle-racing, drink-
ing-bouts, Yateliingre,czunging at club windows,— 4
doon up—hey—how—what!
dbuoetsstthaey,sulmet
tinoteal— my wasted years already
amount to . ....
There is an awful ... ..... ...
...... .... a";a"g;;;p—h. ..
...
of the other contributions are clever—for instance,
Several
the one on Southern Africa by Lieutenant Colonel
Napier.

110WITTS JOURNAL.
Among the biographical notices of the poets of the
people, William Howitt, as editor, has not forgotten
the life of Thomas Cooper the ingenious author of
The Purgatory of Suicides." The biography is
interesting, and proves Mr. Cooper to be a man of no
mean accomplishments. A similar attraction will be
found in the memoir of " Albert the Artizan," written
by Goodwyn Barmby. Several letters, by the same
contributor, about the state of affairs in Revolu-
tionized Paris, will be found in the journal. They
are, of course, more than curious at such a period of
legislative transformations. Besides the articles al-
ready enumerated, we are glad to see a republication
of some of Mrs. Howitt's lively descriptions of " Ger-
man Students' Life"—a theme of peculiar interest at
this moment, when the students of Germany' are in-
volved in the turmoils of their fatherland. Recently
they have anything but augmented their reputation
by participating in the infamous expedition of con-
quest, butchery, and spoliation against Denmark in
the duchies of Holstein and Schleswig.

CHAMBERS'S EDINBURGH JOURNAL.
We would particularly direct the attention of the
multitude to a paper published in Number 225 of this
admirable journal (the fourth number in the April
part, just completed). The articleis delineative of
the life, the fortunes, and the character of " The Bath
Post boy." Ralph Allen, at first a poor postboy in
that city, and ultimately the wealthy proprietor of
the estate called Prior Park, a noble, generous, and
intellectual man, the friend of Addison, Steele, Gay,
Pope, Arbuthnot, and all the famous luminaries of the
reign of Queen Anne. His princely residence, near
Coombe Down, now a Catholic college called Prior
Park—a structure more like a palace than a seminary,
and situated in a landscape as exquisitely beautiful as
any spot on the lakes of Como or Geneva_ 111 for ever
remain a monument of his industry, his taste, and his
munificence. A great variety of agreeable contribu•
tions are, as a matter of course, grouped together in
Chambers's Journal, which, from the period of its
commencement up to the present time, has been a
repository of instructive and entertaining literature.