The Sun.
London, England, 1846-08-03 00:00:00

BENTLEY.

We are delighted to meet with our old friends Mr.
Ledbury and Jack Johnson in the present number.
" Mr. Lebury revisits Paris and is ignominiously ex-
pelled from his Lodgings." Wo have not the actual
ignominious expulsion in the present number, although
the following escapade of the wine warmed Ledbury at
the Chaumiere seems very likely to lead to his expulsion
from the good city of Paris altogether. Mr. Ledbury
determines to play the jeu de Bague, a game in which
the player, seated on a wooden-horse in a roundabout,
tilts with a small spear at'some small rings. On one
of these horses Mr. Ledbury mounts:—
" For the first few rounds Mr. Ledbury simply smiled at
the company, politely bowing to them every time he came
near them, like the little man at the evening party on the
top of the organ, and then he kissed his hand, and waved his
pocket-handkerchief, and finally, with the flourish of his
spear, began to play, imitating martial mus.c on a cornet.
By some good luck or another, he carried off a ring or two,
at which the students and grisettes who were lcoking at him,
cheered. This was quite enough to drive him into any a
of wildness : and, after a few more turns which did not im-
prove his ste idiness, coming on the champagne, he formed a
project of unequalled boldness. One of the garde was stand-
ing near the gime, looking with folded arms and frowning
brow, upon the players. As Titus came near him, he seized
his helmet, and lifted it forcibly from his head, directly after-
wards putting it upon his own, to the intense astonishment of
the soldier.

" Any insult offered to the authorities is sure to be
hailed with acclamation by the frequenters of the Chaumiere
and a roar of delight burst forth. At this Mr. Ledbury was
so excited, that by some marvellous exertions, he contrived
to stand up in his stirrups, and would have got upon the
horse itself, to have thrown himself into a tableau, bad not
the enraged functionary stopped the machine, and pulled the
offender from his charger. The crowd pressed round, and
tried to hustle him away, by pushing the grisettes, all in a
heap against the guard ; knowing that he would not attack
them. Jack had sprung from his perch like lightning, and
seeing their object, caught Ledbury by the collar, and
dragged him actually through a party of gendarmes, who
were coming to the scene of the row."

This paper is illustrated with great spirit by Leech ;
the other illustrations of the number are illustrative to
the continuation of Brian O'Linn (this tale increases
in interest as it proceeds, and promises to be the chef
d'auvre of Maxw,ll); and a beautiful little vignette of the
caves of aihra, and which serves as a headpiece to an
article of Everard Clive, on military atrocities. Among
the papers of permanent interest, we have a translation,
by the Archbishop of Dublin, of a review of Dr. Nean-
der of the Memoirs of Dr. Arnold, which is full- of
deep theological learning, and a paper by E. V. Rip-
pingille off, poor Hayden, which should be studied by all
who are endeavouring to create a taste in this
country for works of high art. Of light and
amusing articles, we have an , abundance. " The
Lioness," for instance, is a capital story, capitally
told ; and Paul Prendergast's "Last Days of a Bachelor,"
in the merriest manner imaginable, inculcates an ex-
, colleut hwral. Thos D rs. Aletherf in ber Tea Table,