The Sun.
London, England, 1848-07-27 00:00:00

....„.ifs';'?IATEFOF TRADE.
MANCHESTER, TURSDAY.—The ,state of affairs in
Ireland, the postponemt .nt of the armistice in Schleswig•
Holstein, and the unfavourable statements respecting the
progress of the potato disease, which are known to have
produced great uneasiness in London yesterday,--..a11
combined, this morning, to check the upward tendency
which our market exhibited last week. the demand
both for goods and yarn, was exceedingly limited
during the forenoon; and though some of the spinners
and manufacturers showed a disposition to accept prices
a shade below the advanced rates for which they had
stood out at the end of the week, they refused
to submit to further concession, and the little
business done was at the full rates generally
current last week. In the afternoon, an improved
feeling began to be manifested. Some of the buyers,
finding that they could not make any impression
upon prices, began to make purchases with more
freedom. A fair amount of business was done
in printing cloth, both 27-inch and 40-inch, chiefly
for the home trade, for which full prices were paid.
There was also some demand for Mexico, from
whence the accounts continue to be favourable ; and
a few orders were given out for yarn—in all
cases, we believe, at the full rates of lest week.
On the whole, the market closed with a rather better
feeling than that with which it opened, notwithstand-
ing the announcement, by electric telegraph, of a fall of
fully one per cent. in the funds—the cause of which re-
mained without explanation, though conjecture ascribed
it to exaggerated accounts of the apprehensions enter-
tained respecting the occurrence of serious disturbances
in Liverpool.

ItocuiiALE, MONDAT.—Tho flannel market has been
less brisk than last week. In prices, there is no change,
and the demand for wool has undergone little or no
alteration for some weeks past. The Irish na and
the wet weather have had their due effect upon the
market.

HUDDERSFIELD, TUESDAY. Business has to-day
maintained the improved character of the last three
markets, and considerable orders have been made up in
the warehouses within the last week. In addition to the
demand for dark fancy woollens, drab kerseys have been
inquired after, an article in which little has been doing
for the last two years.
HALIFAX, SATURDAY.—The aspect of our Piece-hall
to-day has been as inanimate as usual, and very little
business has been transacted. There is, however, rather,
more doing in the warehouses but chiefly in light fancy
goods, and without any improvement in price. Yarns
continue pretty much the same as noted in our last 're-
port; and wools are somewhat firm, at the late trifling
reduction, but not much changing hands.
LEEDS, TUESDAY.—There is a steady good business
going on in our district, independent of the transactions
at our Cloth-halls, which, owing to the lowness of
stocks therein exhibited, scarcely form a criterion of
the improved state of our trade, although they show
the better dispositions of our merchants for buying.
Goods made of the new wools always are considered,
preferable, and therefore a good many orders are
course of execution, which afford regular and profitable
employment to our manufacturers. Prices for th• lamer
descriptions of pilots and flushings are looking up,-..-
Manchester Guardian.

THE CHILD'S OFFERING.
(From the IT eekly Dispatch.)

"The child Samuel ministered unto the Lord."
1 SAMUEL, chap. ill., T. I.

A fair young child went wandering out
One glorious day in June;
Flirting with bees that were humming about,
Kiscing red buds with a rival pout,
And mocking the cuckoo's tune.

For a moment his tiny hand was lost
'Mid rushes that fringed the stream;
Then it came forth, and white lilies were tossed
After the golden perch, that crossed
In the flash of the noontide beam.

He loitered along in the dusky shade
Where spicy cones were spread;
He gathered them up, till a pet lamb strayed
To nibble the sward, then down ho laid,
Hugging its innocent head.

A pair of glittering wings wont by,
And the Child flew after the moth;
Till a fluttering nestling caught his eye,
And he chased the bird, but he gave no sigh
When he saw he had lost them both.

He found himself in a dazzling place,
Where Flora had been crowned;
Where perfume, colour, light and grace,
Pure as the flush on his own young face,
Were flung over bower and mound.
He stood like an elf in fairy lands,
With a wide and wistful stare;
As a maiden over her casket stands,
'Mid heaps of jewels beneath her hands,
Uncertain which to wear.

He went through the burnished rainbow mace,
For some trophy to carry away;
To the tulip bed and acacia sprays,
To the luscious breath and the scarlet blaze,
Not knowing where to stay.
At last the Child was seen to pass
With one sweet opening Rose,
And a blade of the white-streaked ribbon Grass:—
The beautiful things, in the gorgeous mass,
That his untaught spirit chose.

He rambled on through another gay hour,
With ayoung heart's revelling mirth;
But he still preserved the Grass and the Flower,
As though they formed the richest dower
That he could inherit from Esrth.

Over the green hill he slowly crept
Guarding the rose from ill;
He lolled on the bank of a meadow and slept,
Then he hunted a squirrel, but jealously kept
The rose and the ribbon leaf still.

lie strolled to the sea-beach, bleak and bare,
And climbed to a jutting spot;
And the Child was wooing his idols there,
Nursing the Flower and Grass with care,
All else in the world forgot.

A dense, dark cloud rolled over the sky,
Like a vast triumphal car;
The Child looked up as it thickened on high,
And watched its thundering storm-wheels fly
Through the blue arch, last and far.

Ile knelt with the trophies he held so dear,
And his beaming head was bowed;
As he murmured with mingled trust and fear,
" I'll twine them together and leave them here,
For the GOD who made that cloud."

Worshipping Child, thou wert doing then
What ull below should do;
We hear it taught by the Prophet men,
We see it traced by the Prophet pen,
By the Holy, the Wise, the True.
We must lay down the flowers we bear,
Held close in doting pride;
We must be ready to willingly spare,
On Lite's altar-rock, the things most fair—
And loved beyond all beside.
Worshipping Child, may the tempest hour
Find me with my spirit as bowed !
As thou didst give the Grass and the Flower,
May I yield what I love best to the Power
Of Ilnt that makes the cloud.