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

TIFF SUN, LONDON,

MA GAZIN ES—( CONTINUED).
COLB CIR.N'S NEW MONTHLY.
Among the " continuations" are "My Frond!
Governess"—" A Visit to the Battlefields of Cressr
and Agincourt"—" A few Months in Southern
Africa"—" Tick"—and the concluding chapters
" Philip and his Poodle" and " The Richest Com
moner in England." As if to disabuse the imagine
tion of the reader of any conjecture that the richer
commoner in England means his Majesty George ti
Fifth, otherwise Mr. Hudson, otherwise the Rati yvt3
King, the author states that Mrs. Dovey is ernb iti ou
of seeing Charles Summerley fixed on the otherside
of the " Rock of Gibraltar"—meaning the tall house
near Albert-rate vis-a-vis to the residence (.)t: the ex
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Albert-gate were christened the Rock of Gibraltar
because it was prophesied they would never he taken.'
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already familiar to the million, to the eifeel
that Allemania had appropriately selected as it!
colours in the gambling game of revolution
the mixture of gold with rouge et
A sensible and seasonable paper on " Vancouver's
Island " explains the numerous advantages possessed
by that remarkable colony. " Brighton in tht
Autumn " is an amusing trifle from which we obtaio
the following veracious information respecting the
personal appearance and peculiarities of three cele-
brated authors of the present day,—the writers of
" Dombey," of " Harold" and of the " Lancashire
Witches ;"
,
"' Mr. said Mrs. Endor, herself, in this
respect, an undoubted witch, Mr. D— is a very sin-
gular old man.'
" An old man?' we inquired, innocently, believing
him as well as the other two to be in the prime of life.
" Yes, sir,—very old,—seventy at the least; I an
sixty-five myself. He has long white hair which
reaches half-way down his back, and what is mon
extraordinary, he has not eaten animal food ever sine(
he was a boy of fifteen (they do say in consequence
of a vow); and I can tell you another thing : to my
certain knowledge he never goes to bed, but passes his
nights in the streets of London picking up materials
for his stories.'
" This was information certainly, and of the kind to
make us anxious for more.
" What kind of person,' we asked, 'is Sir Edward?'
" Altogether different,' replied Mrs. Endor;
never gets up at all—except just to have his bed made,
and even then he always remains in a horizontal po
sition,—l may say, quite flat; of course ho doesn't
write his own books,—l mean with his own hands,—
but keeps four young men constantly employed, day
and night, taking down to his dictation till the work
he is engaged upon is finished. He then covers the
clothes over his head, and, perhaps, doesn't speak to
any body for a month ; some say ho sleeps all that
time, but nay private opinion is that he hasn't had
wink for years!'
" Marvelling greatly at Sir Edward's pertinaciou,
vitality,—for, by Mrs. Endor's account, it appeared a,
if he abstained, not only from animal food, but from
food altogether,—we ventured a request as to the pur-
suits of the third novelist.
" That gentleman,' said our old lady, is the most
extraordinary of them all. He lives on board his
yacht almost all the year round, and writes best in a
gale of wind. Whenever he comes down to Brighton,
and he is often here,—though I must say I have never
seen him,—he at once goes on board of his vessel, no
matter what the weather is, and as soon as a storm
comes on he begins to write. Where he goes to I
don't pretend to know,' and here Mrs. Endor nodded
her head in a very mysterious manner; I have heard
to the coast of Afriky, for there it was he met wit',
the loss of his right hand in an engagement with the
slave drivers; but one thing I do know, and that is,
that he has always a drawn sword on the table beside
him; and never,' she added emphatically, 'never sleeps
in a night-cap.'"
J. E. Carpenter contributes a poetic scrap called " It
cannot be so long ago," and Mrs. Acton Tindal ano-
ther addressed to her " Guardian Angel." The frag-
mentary article on the " Pyrenees ' is amusing; it
reads like a mixture of Oviedo and Baron Mun-
chausen. Charles Hervey has a few droll jottings by
the way from " The Habitue's Note-book." " Pan-
slavism and the Slavonians " is a resume of the in-
formation contained in the important effusion
by the Count Valerian Krasinski, already
noticed by ourselves; and another contributor unfolds
the mysteries involved in the intricacies of " The
New Zealand Question." Besides the foregoing
articles there are an abundance of miscellaneous
criticisms.

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DOLMAN'S.
One paper in the October number of Dolman
deserves our warmest commendation, we mean the
contribution respecting " Our Artillery." It is a
repository of very useful information upon a subject
of paramount importance. We cannot by any means
say that the editorial article on "The Wesleyan
Missions at Otaheite" is to our taste. Ridicule is
not argument; and travesty is the very antithesis of
the species of controversy, which is alone seemly
upon religious subjects. " The Monk and the Little
Bird" is a rather feeble legend in hobbling verse. The
conclusion, however, of Mr. Paley's criticisms upon Mr.
Soames' work on the Anglo-Saxon Church is a con-
tribution worthy of Dolman's Magazine, and, coupled
with the paper already referred to, renders the num-
ber commendable.

the portions of the October number. When we read
the anecdote about the first rehearsal of the Nozze di
Figaro we are fain to call out with the orchestra, the
auditors, and the very performers themselves (from a
mere recollection of the enchanting strains of tho
great composer), Bravo, bravo,lmaestro ! Viva, viva,
grande Mozart! As to the incident reccfrded
Handel in the Marylebone Gardens, we must be for-
given if we are sceptical of its authenticity. The
rest of the number is of the usually miscellaneous
character.

JOURNAL OF AGRICULTURE, AND
TRANSACTIONS OF THE HIGHLAND
AND AGRICULTURAL SOCIETY OF
SCOTLAND.
This quarterly journal contains much useful in
formation on the subject of agriculture. Every farmer
who aspires to the character of a scientific agricul-
turist should make himself acquainted with its
contents.

FINE ARTS.
REVERIE. Drawn and Engraved by G. R. Hall.
" The silver orb of Heaven, with waning light,
Beams with soft splendour on the silent night ;
And the fair maiden, musing 'neath its ray,
Forgets the festive scene and maskers gay."
The subject of this exquisite engraving—poeti-
cally indicated by the prefixed verses—has revealed
at once the graceful fancy and the artistic ability
of Mr. G. R. Hall. Although in his extreme youth,
the artist has given evidence of powers which
cannot fail ultimately to lead him to some eminence
in his profession. With a continuance of industry
and a proper cultivation of hislpowers, we anticipate
a successful career to Mr. Hall, if only from the
elegance of his present production. The figure of
the young masker, blooming through the twilight,
is daintily conceived, and the hand of the engraver
has well expressed the thought of the draughtsman.
Nor is the theme itself unattractive—Reverie in the
midst of Revelry ! A thousand pensive recollections
and fascinating reflections are evoked by a glance at
the picture; the mind reverts instinctively to the
moonlit scene in the gardens of Portia, where Jessica
muses over her elopement from the Venetian home
of Shylock. The impression before us is in every
respect beautiful.

PRINCESS'S THEATRE.
Miss Julia Harland, a new aspirant for histrionic
and lyrical honours, made her first appearance before
a metropolitan audience at this theatre last evening.
This young lady is a pupil of Mr. Allen, and she pos-
sesses many natural advantages for success in the
career which she has chosen. Her features are
pleasing and expressive, and her figure is very fine.
Her voice is a soprano of much sweetness, but rather
thin in quality. She was suffering dreadfully from
nervousness, which in the first act prevented her from
doing justice to her powers. She acquired confidence,
however, as she proceeded, and the remainder of the
opera was very finely given. She exhibited great
power and intensity in the scene in which she signs
the contract, and in the mad scene she was really
great. She was loudly applauded throughout, and
was called for at the conclusion of the opera. Allen
was the Edgardo, and sung the music in the most
finished style imaginable. The choruses were well
Iziven, and the orchestra, under the able direction of
Mr. Loder was everything that could be desired. The
house was well filled. The scenery was new and
very beautiful; the last scena by Mr. Henry Cuth-
bert was a chef d auvre.