The Sun.
London, England, 1870-06-24 00:00:00

THE EDUCATION QUESTION.

The incessant assurances, remarks the Daily News,
which are echoed from both sides of the House of Commons
that the country demands religious education, show that
tin House wants a good deal of assuring on the
point. It is quite true that the country wants religious
education, and will have it ; but there is a growing
thubt on both sides of the House whether the country
wants the religious part of that education to be given by
the State. There is a pretty general belief that we shall
come at last to something very much like what Mr.
Richard recommends—State secular education, and volun-
tary religious education ; but at present the House is
casting about to find some means of staving off this result.

THE DENHAM MURDERS.

Notwithstanding the reserve maintained by the prisoner
now awaiting his trial in Aylesbury Gaol for these
shocking murders, with regard to his real name and
family, his antecedents have recently been discovered,
and his true name has been proved to be John
0 wen and not John Jones, as he himself has stated.
A portrait was taken on Tuesday last 'to the house
of John Owen, a tailor, of Byfield, near Daventry,
and it was immediately recognised by two daughters of
Owen, who were on a visit to their father from Birming-
ham. An exceedingly painful scene is stated to have
taken place. The sisters, on seeing the photograph, im-
mediately exclaimed, "Oh, it's our Jack; there is no
dJubt about it now," and burst into tears. The picture
was then shown to the father, who was also greatly over-
come. A great number of respectable persons living in
Byfield and in the neighbourhood likewise at once iden-
tified the portrait as being unmistakably that of " Jack
0 wen." After they had somewhat got over the
freakshock of the painful intelligence, they fur-
nished the police the following information relative to
the antecedents of the prisoner : John Owen was 3S
years of age on the Bth of this month. He was bound
apprentice when he was 15 years of age, in 1817, to
Thomas Mason, a blacksmith, of Byfield. While there,
Mason and OWen were pulling down some iron fencing at
the rectory, and while Mason was using a pickaxe Owen
incautiously stooped down, and Mason accidentally struck
him on the right hand side of the head, which nearly
killed him, causing a severe wound, the scar of which he
carried for years, and is believed to carry now. He did
not serve his apprenticeship out, but ran away and went
to Birmingham. Ho married a widow named Russell,
who kept a confectioner's shop at Shipton-on-Stour.
After they were married, he kept a beerhouse at the same
place, but lost his license for larceny. His wife is now
,ivinz with her friends.

THE SUN, LONDON, FRI DA E ENING„I UNE 24, 1870

STEAM BOILER EXPLOSIONS.

The Select Committee appointed to inquire into the
cause and remedy for steam boiler explosions met on Thurs-
day for the purpose of taking evidence, Mr. Hick, the
member for Bolton, in the chair.
Sir W. Farnham, C.E., President of the Manchester
Steam Users' Association for the Prevention of
steam boiler explosions, was first called. and
examined. He stated the circumstances which
led to the formation of the association. About
the year 1833 or 1834, when the high pressure sys-
tem first came into operation, it was foreseen that steam
boiler explosions might become more frequent than under
the low pressure. The association had worked extremely
well from its formation, fifteen years ago, and it had been
the means of inducing more care than would have otherwise
been the case, and the results had been that there had
scarcely been the loss of a single life through the explosion
of boilers belonging to members, and had all associations
acted on the principles which they had, there would have
probably been very few accidents. They made no money
and divided no dividends, but simply devoted themselves
to the prevention of accidents and inspecting the various
boilers of the members of the association, and secur-
ing them against the pecuniary loss arising from
accidents. The honourable baronet, who spoke
in so low a tone that it was almost impossible to hear a
word distinctly, exhibited to the committee a portion of
a boiler employed in a colliery which had collapsed at
100 pounde pressure, and said that, by an improved con-
struction of the flue, the boiler became three or four times
as strong, because it might be constructed in such a man-
ner that the tubes could be reduced considerably in
length, and therefore the tubes were better able to
resist the pressure. A good deal of the boiler
explosions took place in consequence of corrosion.
There was another important point, and that was the
very unsatisfactory nature of the investigations, which
took place after an accident had occurred. The juries, as
a rule, could form no correct conclusion, and he thought
it would be advisable that all such investigations should
be attended by some scientific person to advise them. He
was of opinion that the mere verdict of accidental death
was of no use whatever.

By Mr. Fielden : The corrosion in the boiler end took
place as well in those parts which were exposed to the action
of steam as in those which were in the water. The
expense of inspection ought to be borne by the owners.
Periodical inspections alone would guard against
corrosion. He would test a boiler a little over
the pressure at which it was required to be
worked and not subject it to any very large strain,
because that had a tendency to weaken it. He was of
opinion that the boilers should be inspected both exterior
and interior every three months. He was in favour of
voluntary association rather than Government inspection.
He thought that the Government should lay down
certain broad principles, and then that they
should be carried out by voluntary associations.
There was no difficulty in getting good and efficient
inspectors. All that was wanted on the part of the
Government was the passing of a law by which all
boiler owners should have their boilers inspected by some
competent persons. He had been president of the Man-
chester Steam Users Association for fifteen years, and he
admitted that the number of boilers they inspected did
not exceed 2,000, but he did not think that the voluntary
system had failed. There were in the whole country
about 50,000 boilers, and the only way that they could
reach them would be to make a law of compulsory inspection.
The expense ought to be paid by the owner. An owner of
six boilers paid 31s. 6d. a year for the inspection.
By Professor Lyon Playf air : He would be satisfied by
the inspection of a competent engineer, whose competence
should be judged of by the boiler owner. Competency
would be easily ascertained, especially by an association.
They could have no other evidence of general competency
than the reputation of the engineer himself.
Mr. Fletcher, the engineer of the Manchester Steam
Users Association was then called and examined, and in
reply to the chairman said that he had had great expe-
rience and paid much attention to the subject of steam
boiler explosions since 1861, and had reported on them to
the association. Steam boiler explosions were both fre-
quent and fatal. The number of those killed by boiler
explosions exceeded all those killed on all the railways by
three times, and there was no reason to suppose they were
on the decrease. The steam boiler explosions arose
from the simplest causes. Boiler minders were
very often unjustly accused where the boiler
maker and master were in fault. In point of
fact, where the boiler minder was the cause of one explo-
sion the boiler maker and master were responsible
for six. Out of fifty-eight explosions which
occurred last year, no less than twenty-six were
attributable to the malconstruction of the boiler.
He explained that the mal-construction arose from the
want of certain seams, hooks, and rivets. He also men-
tioned that a great many explosions had occurred in the
Cornish boilers( which when well made and looked after were
the safest in the world and never burst), in consequence of the
obstinacy of the boiler makers, who refused to strengthen
them with rings, where the manhole was cut through, and
in Lancashire a large proportion of the boilers which burst
were constructed on the Cornish principle. Among other
causes of boiler explosion he also mentioned defective
safety valves. _ _ _

Alter some further evidence the committee adjourned,

THE NEW YORK PRESS ON CHARLES
DICKENS.

It will be the glory of Charles Dickens, when his fame
comes to be fairly weighed, not that •he has created some
of the most beautiful and by far the most humorous cha-
racters in English fiction ; not that he has drawn scenes
of real life with a vividness no artist ever attained before,
but that he has acquired such an absolute mastery over
the human heart that we take his ideal men and women
at once to our bosoms, and make every one of his books a
gallery of our personal friends. Little Nell is not the
most beautiful creation in our literature by any means ;
but is any other loved so well ? " Oliver
Twist " is not remarkably good as a novel ;
but ever since we read it, thirty years ago, we
have been crying for more. Bob Cratchit and his lame
child, Bob Sawyer and Mr. Benjamin Allen, Betsy Trot-
wood and Mr. Dick, Pegotty, Micawber, Pickwick—dear
old monarch of them all—these are not for us the airy
fictions of the brain, but flesh and blood friends whom we
love with all our hearts and hope to meet some day in
this very world. It is the greatness of Dickens that he
can inspire us with feelings like these, and no other man
has ever done it in an equal degree. Ten or twenty
millions of people keep a corner in their. hearts for
Dickens, because he has seen so perfectly the poetry, the
beauty, the hundred lessons which the life of the masses
contains, and in all that he has done he has striven for
their good. "I have always had and always shall have,"
said he on his first visit to this country, "an earnest
and true desire to contribute as far as in me
lies to the common stock of healthful cheerfulness and
enjoyment. I believe that Virtue chews quite as well in
rags and patches as she does in purple and fine linen. I
believe that she and every beautiful object in external
nature claims some sympathy in the breast of the poorest
man who breaks his scanty loaf of daily'bread." So in
the faith that literature was not for the rich alone,
and the noblest work was the work done for the poor, he
bent himself bravely to his splendid task. Whether
battling with the weapons of his wit for the release
of poor prisoners or poor school-boys, or humanity for
almshouse paupers, or relief for befogged and plun-
dered clients, and a public ridden to death
by aristocratic office-holders ; or founding a great
liberal newspaper in the interest of popular Government
and free education ; or refusing with dignity an invitation
to attend as an actor the court where he could not be
received as a private man, Charles Dickens, without a
suspicion of demagoguism, without the affectation of con-
descending, without uttering one insincere or flattering
word, made himself as truly the poet and prophet of the
people in prose as Burns was their chosen singer in verse
It is for this reason that wherever the English language is
spoken Charles Dickens was cherished as a friend. It is
for this reason that his death awakens to-day such
universal sorrow, and that his name will be held in
sincerely affectionate remembrance to the latest genera-
tions.—New York Tribune.

"In the midst of life we are in death." How impres-
sively this solemn fact returns upon us as we read the
brief details of the grim messenger's call upon Charles
Dickens in the midst of the pleasures of a cheerful dinner
party ! The news of the sad event in both hemispheres
has fallen upon the public mind with the shock of an un-
expected misfortune ; and yet, considering the brain over-
worked and the body worn out from the long and exhaust-
ing strain upon it, this sudden dissolution is not surpris-
ing. It is rather to be wondered at that, with so many
examples and warnings of this kind constantly occurring
around us, we should still cherish the delusion that
there are, or ought to be, certain exemptions
from the inexorable laws governing this frail and
uncertain earthly existence. Charles Dickens has gona
the way of all the earth. His work is done ; he rests
from his labours, but he leaves behind him the record of
talents industriously employed in his wisely chosen voca-
tion for the e-eneral good of his fellow men, and
especially for the amelioration of the sufferings and the
righting of the wrongs of those too much neglected
classes of modern civilisation, the story of whose lives,
honest or criminal, is a desperate strugrle for existence.
Dickens was a man of genius, but his was not the
comprehensive genius of Shakspeare ; nor did he possess
the exquisitely beautiful perceptions of character which we
find in Walter Scott ; nor the polished sentimentalisms of
Bulwer ; nor the analytical descriptive powers of Victor
Hugo; nor the criticai faculties of Thackery ; nor
the orientally poetical and philosophical mind of Disraeli.
Compare the last work of Dickens, " Edwin Drood," as
far as printed, with the latest novel of Disraeli,
" Lothair, ' and the difference will be seen between the
limited range of Dickens and the boundless field of
thought, instruction, and philosophy opened by Disraeli.
In another aspect the contrast between these two writers
of fiction is very remarkable. It is the contrast between
St. James and St. Giles ; for while the heavy atmosphere
of St. Giles prevails in the novels of Dickens, the social
air of. St. James prevails in the works of Disraeli.
Dickens was in his element in his delineations of life
among the English low classes, and. of the lowest
his pictures are the best ; Disraeli is at home among
the ruling minds and beauties of the aristocracy, and his
range of vision embraces the ruling elements in the social,
political, and religious world. The characters of Dickens
are individuals, each confined to a narrow and insignifi-
cant walk ; the heroes and heroines of Disraeli represent
the great ideas and questions—political, religious, and
social—which are agitating the realms of civilisation.
We may, in short, describe Dickens as the graphic,
shorthand, verbatim reporter of scenes in low life,
and Disraeli as the matured statesman and
philosopher, giving us his broad, political, and social
views in the disguise of a charming romance. In what,
lies the world-wide fame of Dickens as a literary genius?
It lies in his graphic descriptions of low life, in his every-
day living characters among the struggling masses, good
and bad, and in his never-failing purpose to encourage the
good, to discourage the bad, to correct abuses against the
weak and defenceless, and to create sympathy and kind-
ness, not only for suffering virtue, but towards the
ignorantly or helplessly vicious and unfortunate. He
laboured faithfully, though comparatively within a limited
sphere. His mind was microscopic, magnifying small
things into things wonderfully interesting ; and it is not
in nature that an eye which is microscopic shall
possess also the powers of the telescope. Charles Dickens,
it may be truly said, employed the talents given him
wisely and well. So far ,as we in America are concerned
we can truly say that 'the mistakes of his first visit were
fully, and to the general satisfaction, repaired in his
second; that in this country his death will be universally
lamented, as his works are universally admired for the
good fruits they have borne and still promise to bear; and
that many Americans can testify to the attractive social
qualities of the man, and to the generous hospitalities
they have shared in his house. He lived an industrious
and useful life, and he leaves behind him a fame and a
name which will live respected, fresh and green, for gene-
rations to come.—New York Herald.

The eminent Englishmen of letters whose fame has
been acquired, as it were, under our own eyes, and whose
works are more or less associated with the events of our
lives, are one by one passing away. New authors are

- constantly appearing in the field, but the few great figures
which have been before us almost daily for years past,
L cannot be withdrawn without occasioning regrets like
those which we experience when old friends are taken from
our side. The death of a man like Charles Dickens seem
to create a blank in our own existence. It comes upon us
with the surprise which death in the household occasions
when the one inevitable incident in our un-
certain lot seems ever new, unnatural, and
startling. People of middle age cannot but feel that they
have " grown up," as it were, with Charles Dickens. The
appearance of each successive story from his pen is linked
with a thousand domestic recollections, for he was emin-
ently the novelist of the household The very manner of
his death deepens the sense of personel loss. Sudden
death seems. indeed, the doom of the literary craft. It is
but a few years ago that Macaulay was found dead in his
room. To Thackeray, also, the last messenger came with-
out warning. Charles Dickens has been summoned in a
moment, while still in the full exercise of his genius and
while the early numbers of his last work are engaging the
attention of the world. The genius of Dickens was an endow-
ment which sometimes seemed to surprise himself. He was
like a man who finds himself in possession of an unex-
pected treasure. When still very young he went through
much drudgery in a newspaper office, without suspecting
that he was destined to achieve for himself a distinct
place in English literature, and produce a series of books
which would win for him an illustrious and an unfading
name. It was clear that he had an amazing faculty
for describing types of men. How many people we have
all known exactly like the people who live and move in
Dickens's novels ! We are almost convinced that it is
our very acquaintance whom the novelist must have
had before his eye Micawber, Pecksniff, and the rest
of the portraits in that marvellous gallery—Shakspeare
himself did not draw truer types of character. The
fidelity of the model in each case is attested by the fact
that it is found in all countries and among all people, and
that there are hundreds of men whom we cannot better
describe than by nicknaming them after one of the lay
figures in Mr. Dickens' works. One secret of his success
in this respect was the laborious manner in which he made
his studies. At a certain period of his life there was no
man in London better known to the police than Mr.
Dickens. Except Sir Walter Scott, no writer of
fiction has ever done so much to while away the weary
hours of young and old as Charles Dickens. In lonely
places of the earth his books have been an unfailing solace
to many an exile, and they have shed hope and light in
many a sick room, and comforted many an afflicted heart.
Over the whole range of the domestic instincts Mr.
Dickens possessed a thorough mastery. There, indeed,
was his stronghold. His pictures of "interiors" will be
famous while the world lasts. When he described a room,
the mere mention of any character who had been intro-
duced to us in it would afterwards suffice to recall before
us the whole picture, even though years might
have passed since we read the novel. Who cannot
remember his sketches of the cosy parlours in country
inns ? He could tell us about a poor man's dinner in a
way which was capable of imparting fresh zest to the most
jaded appetite. When he touched the deep emotions of
our nature, his power drew tears from the least susceptible
of mankind. What mother will ever be able, while the
world lasts, to lead the story of Little Nell or Paul
Dombey with dry eyes ? Who that has lost a child can
ever hear those names unmoved? Let us say what we
will, the world is not quite the same after a man is
taken from it who was gifted with a genius capable of
setting before us almost all phases of human nature.
There is a gap which time will cause us to forget, but if the
loss to mankind does not create an abiding impression, it is
only because we know that we ourselves are not abiding—
that let the pictures be what they may, and let he who
discloses them to us be ever so gifted, the show is one
which must come to an end. But were this sense more
deeply seated even than it is, we could not but realize how
much the world loses by the death of a man who possessed
the power of laying bare so many secrets of the human heart,
who could read every aspect of our nature—at once the

most simple and the most complex of problems—and
who after amusing us thirty years, died in the
prime of life. Yet Mr. Dickens cannot airly
be said to have been overworked for many
years past. His closing years were spent,
that beautiful part of his native land where many of tne
scenes in his novels are laid, and where it was his wish
when his time came, to die. In his youth he had chosen
a home for his mature age, and determined to win it. He
succeeded, but the days which are " swifter than a
weaver's shuttle" left him little time to enjoy the fruits of
his labours. He had known many sorrows, or how could
he have written much that stands recorded in his name
As for his faults, who are we that we should reckon them
now ? He is gone, and we all feel that one of the greatest
of our number has passed from time, with its defective
judgments, to eternity, with its serene and unerring wis-
dom. Although Charles Dickens is henceforth but a name
in the world's history, it is a name lit with imperishable
renown, and it will be spoken with gratitude and affec
tion as long as our language endures.—New York Times.

CHARLES DICKENS ON LITTLE NEL
A New York journal quotes a pa.sffe from o

Charles Dickens's speeches at a Box banquet in Bosto
during his first visit to America :—" There is one other
point connected with the labours (if I may call them
so) that you hold in such generous esteem, to which
I cannot help adverting. I cannot help expressing the
delight, the more than happiness, it was to me to
find so strong an interest awakened on this side of
the water in favour of that little heroine of mine

whom your President has made allusion, who died in her
youth. I had letters about that child, in England, from
the dwellers in log-huts among the morasses and swamps
and densest forests and deep solitudes of the Far West.
Many a sturdy hand, hard with the axe and spade and
browned by the Summer's sun, has taken up the pen
and written to me a little history of domestic joy or
sorrow, always coupled, I am proud to say, with sortie
thing of interest in that little tale, or some, comfort o
happiness derived from it ; and the writer has alway
addressed me, not as a writer of books for sale, resident
some four or five thousand miles away, but as a friend to
whom he might freely impart the joys and sorrows of
his own fireside. Many a mother I could
reckon them now by dozens, not by units—has
done the like ; ana has told me how she lost
such a child at such a time, and where she lay
buried, and how good she was, and how, in this or that
respect, she resembled Nell. I do assure you that no
circumstance of my life has given me one hundredth part
of the gratification I have derived from this source. I
was wavering at the time whether or not to wind up my
clock and come and see this country ; and this decided
me. I feel as if it were a positive duty, as if I were
bound to pack up my clothes, and come and see my
friends; and even now I have such an odd sensation in
connection with these things that you have no chance of
spoiling me. I feel as though we were agreeing—as in-
'deed we are, if we substitute for fictitious characters the
classes from which they are drawn—about third parties,
in whom we had a common interest. At every new act
of kindness on your part, I say it to myself : That's for
Oliver—l should not wonder if that was meant for Smike
—I have no doubt that it was intended for Nell, and so
became a much happier, certainly, but a more sober and
retiring man than ever I was before."

"LOTHAIR"-A MASTERPIECE OF IMAGI-
NATION AND PHILOSOPHY.

Aristotle gave the first place among works of imagina-
tion to tragedy, but that was in an age when the stage
dealt with the great social, religious, and political problems
which agitated the lives of nations.' He did not prefer
the drama for its form, for its spirit, but for the conse-
quence and dignity of its themes, for its intimate relation
with the higher intellectual life of the people, whom it
instructed in the growth of such ideas as seemed great in
the history of their race. But since tragedy was sepa-
rated from that original purpose it has gone downward
in the scale. In this age people will not consent to be
harrowed by woes with which. they have no personal or
family sympathy and no deeper interest than that of
casual spectators. Intellectually we are all Sybarites, and
the stage is a sham. But the relation to popular life
that anciently vivified tragedy has not departed from
literature altogether ; it has only changed its place,
and it has changed it in accordance with the conditions of
our time. This change has carried it into the novel. In
an age of wide-spread and teeming populations the print-
ing press is to the masses what the stage was to the far
smaller communities of antiquity ; and thus when the
poet appears he finds the agencies ready adapted to enable
him to get a grander hearing than any of which antiquity
could conceive.

The use that may thus be made of the familiar form of
fiction in vogue among the people is illustrated in
" Lothair." Here we see a great thinker, who can write
a novel without dwindling to the level of the novel writers
in purpose or form, because he has a higher, grander view
of his vocation ; and who can treat the loftiest themes of
philosophy and statecraft in the easy, graceful, acceptable
style that will not only carry them, but make them
current and familiar, in places where the dry dis-
quisitions of the philosopher cannot enter, and the formal
utterances of the statesman was unknown. In " Lothair "
Mr. Disraeli personifies all the elements and forces of
European society, not only as they are, but as they have
been for ages. In his pages we see the contest that has
rended every people of the Continent still in progress.
These are the natural human longing for and tendency
towards progress and improvement, and its parasites, the
professional organizers of revolutions. There are also the
natural religious sentiment and the great institution, the
Church that thrives and lives upon it, also too much as a
Parasite ; and there is society drawn and repelled from
one to another, as each appears attractive or repulsive to
its always coloured and prejudicial vision. All are intro-
duced in their ancient struggle. They struggle through
the drama, and the drama settles no point of all that they
struggle over, and leaves them struggling still, because it is
for the poet ox the philosophic historian to present to us
his impresssions of reality, to tell the great story and
not to take sides, since he cannot dive into the secrets of
fate to say who is right or who wrong. He can tell us
that he does not always know who is the hero and who
the villain, and riddle so wisely that the parsons shall
thank him for a discourse against Rome, while Rome might
as well thank him for the statement of her cause against
her vilifiers ; and aristocracy shall be grateful for the ex-
posure of the revolution, and the revolution rejoice in his
delineation of the crumbling and weakness of aristocracy.
The novel is certainly the great form of the age for the
teaching of any grand lesson or the delineation of any
great character or series of characters in the religious,
political, and social life of nations ; and, in this view of
it, how pitiful by comparison with such a grand work of
imagination as " Lothair " are the novels of men like
Bulwer and Dickens. Bulwer has no more exalted voca-
tion than to picture the snobs of British society, evidently
always supposing them to be gentlemen ; and Dickens
plods on for ever, doing the same thing for creatures that
are either brutes or clowns, according to the humour or
the moment, becoming under the impulse of fury, com-
mon cut-throats, or melting in the warmth of coarse sen-
suality to all the varied comic phases peculiar to the
greasiest vulgarity. But what are the elegant fops who
dawdle up and down. the pages of Bulwer, or all the kit-
chen maids and thieves of Dickens taken together, with
all their vanities, vices, passions, and appetites, that men
should care for them or have patience over such pitiful
pictures ? The contrast of " Lothair," a masterpiece of
imaginative working in the great themes that are vital in
every society, will set before the world at a proper value
the books of authors without theme or purpose, who draw
marionnettes rather than men.—New York Herald.

An important novelty is announced at the Gaiety.
Mr. Charles Reaie has written a new drama for the
theatre, and Mr. Hermann Vezin, one of the very best
actors on the stage, is announced to play the principal
character.—London Figaro.

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uthority, Baron Liebig's name is most audaciously attached.
In tins, at is lid; Ilb 2s Vd; 2 lb 48 6d; 51b 121 b 225:
24 lbs 4 s.—Also DU BARRY'S lIEVALENTA RABICA. CHOCOLATE
POWDER is packed in tin canisters: for 12 cups at 2s, for 24 cups
at 3s 6d, for 48 cups atGs, for 2&8 cups at 30s, for 576 cups at bbs
—being about one penny per cup. The 30s and 558 tins are sent
free of carriage in England on receipt of Post Office Order.—
BARRY DU BARRY and Co., No. 77, Regent-street, London and
all Grocers and Chemists.