The Sun.
London, England, 1833-12-03 00:00:00

THE UNITED SERVICE JOURNAL

Ofthis month will more interest the professional
than the general reader, there being hardly an
article which does not bear upon the details of
military or naval duty. It would be presump-
tion in us, therefore, to venture to say much
about it, one way or the other. We will only
observe, that the reader, in going through the
concluding article, " On the Cause and Repres-
sion of Crime, with special Reference to the
United Service," must keep himself on his
guard against the Tory bias of the writer.
M. Quetelet, whom he criticizes, has displayed
a degree of industry and research, of which he
may well be proud.

its ninth edition within the year--or remerii.
tiered only as an authoress, who realized an im-
mense fortune by her wits. Doctors' Commons;
we see, sets down her income as under eighty
thousand pounds ! Vice Humbug! " The
Stage and the Drama" contains one or two plea-
sant anecdotes. We request those among our
readers who may be on the eve of perpetrating
tragedy, comedy, or farce, to peruse the follow-
ing passage :
" The unlucky dramatist, whose piece has overcome
the reluctance of reader, manager, and stage manager, and
been read in the greenroom amid the sneers of the com-
pany, finds that his greatest difficulty of all lies in propi-
tiating the cavilling spirit of a set of men, for the most
part grossly ignorant, and for the whole part misjudging.
Greenroom damnation invariably foreshows the triumph of
a play; unless, as is often the case, a manager is weak
enough to condemn his author to truckle 'o the criticisms
of his actors. One of them, being fat, and scant of
breath,' insists on having no particles in his lengths,—
away go conjunctions and disjunctions, ' ifs,' `buts,' ands,'
and fors.' Another is ' genteel,' like Goldsmith's bear-
leader. ' You have given me the expression of a bone
to pick,' Mr. Vapid. I bee to tell you the pit won't stand
anything low-lived. I shall give the passage a nut to crack
or a pill to swallow.' I cha'n't commit my reputation by
such vulgarity as a bone to pick!' Another insists upon
a pocket handkerchief passage; and, blessed with a pecu-
liar grace in unfolding his cambric, requires a little hit of
pathos in all his comic parts. These, nevertheless, are the
gentlemen so facetious, and so courteous at a Theatrical
Fund Dinner, and so gentlemanly in their breeding at any
other. But plant their foot upon the boards, and the
transition in the manners of a naval captain between the
boudoir and the quarter-deck, is not more remarkable.
No dramatist dares complain ; his mouth is sealed by the
interests of his next piece. No manager dares condemn
or punish, or he would be attacked in the Sunday news-
papers, and calumniated at tavern meetings.' But the
knowledge of the spirit of off nce prevented Scott from ap-
plying his great talents to the stage, and will confine the
dramatic authorship of the times, either to actors them
selves, who understand the secrets of the prison-house, or
to men hardened to the vocation, who meet the heroes of
the sock and buskin in their own style, and bully or cajole
them into good humour."
" The University of Cambridge" is a clever
notice of a pamphlet lately published by Mr.
Beverley, bitterly reflecting on the morals, habits,
&c., of Alma Mater. There is, no doubt,
much truth in the statements of the pamphleteer ;
hut they are mixed up with more prejudice.
As for wholly doing away with the faults and
follies of the Cantabs, this neither Mr. Beverley
nor his reviewer will he able to do, until they
can place the head of age on the shoulders of

youth. Moralize as they may, young gownsmen
will occasionally exhibit " manifestations of the
spirit" at their wine parties ; rattle over in tandems
to Newmarket ; knock " snobs" on the head at
night ; frighten old women into fits ; shirk
chapel, quiz their tutors, and kiss all the pretty
women they can lay hands on. We could wish
it were otherwise; but alas ! flesh is frail,—

University flesh proverbially so. By some means
or other, we find we have begun our notice 01
this Magazine backwards—have commenced
dinner with the cheese—we finish, therefore,
with the first article, " Praise of Folly," which is
a smart, pointed attack on Ministers, most pro-
bably from the tranchant pen of the Editor of
the Examiner.

The BOTANICAL REGISTER, or ORNA
MENTAL FLOWER GARDEN and SHRUBBERY.
By DR. LINDLEY. No. 10 or VOL. VI., NEW SERIES!
Professor Lindley, in the above-mentioned
number of this work, introduces many new and
beautiful plants to the lovers of botany. We
will, however, for its singularity, confine our
notice to one drawn by her Grace the Duchess
of Buccleuch, a subject worthy indeed of her
graceful pencil: it is figured in all its glory, as
when it flowered at Dalkeith, we are told, for
six weeks in succession, and in the course of
that time produced not fewer than one hundred
splendid clusters. "It is one of the many
noble plants in which the once-fatal colony of
Sierra Leone abounds. It is not a climber, as
it is sometimes called, but rather a scrambling
plant, raising itself upon other plants by means
of a very curious kind of hook with which nature
has ingeniously supplied it. At first sight one
would wonder what this hook can be ; for no-
thing like spine, or prickle, or tendril can be
discovered upon the branches ; for want of these,
it is necessary that their place should be sup-
plied by some special provision, which is of the
following kind. When the leaves are first fully
formed, they are seated upon a foot stalk, of a
very common appearance ; but after a time they
fall away, leaving the leaf stalk behind ; the latter
does not wither up, but gradually lengthens,
hardens, sharpens, and curves, till at last it be-
comes a powerful hook, admirably adapted for
catching hold of the branches of any tree that it
may be near, and thus elevating the plant from
the earth." It forms a bush of a few feet in
height, and strikes freely from cuttings.

We were much amused at seeing among our
Advertisements a number or two bark, a piece of com
poAtion, which for style is rarely equalled now-a days. It
was, we learn, actually sent to us by the original Lawrie
Todd (the hem of one of Galt's Novels), and as some of
our readers may not have observed it, we repeat it for
their amusement. We understand that the author has
visited England, solely to publish this his own life, and
that the work itself promises a rich treat to the literary
world.

We regret to learn that Mr. J. Brougham,
M.P. for Kendal, is dangerously ill at Brougham Hall.—

Carlisle Patriot.

DREADFUL ACCIDENT.—On Wednesday
last an inquest was held at Bury, before the clerk of Mr.
Ferrand, the coroner, on the body of Alice Crossley, a
widow, who met with a violent death under the following
circumstances :—The deceased was employed by Mr.
Nicholas Hoyle, woollen-inanufacturer, as a warper or
winder, and worked in the lower story, which is partly
below the surface of the ground. About 3 o'clock on
Monday afternoon, the deceased descended into the exca-
vation on the outside of the back part of the building,
made for the freer admission of the light, for the purpose
of cleaning her window. Whilst she was so engaged, the
corners of a fringed worsted shawl were caught by an iron
shaft that rune from the steam-engine, through an aperture
in the window, to turn the macnine; y in the mill, and it
instantly drew her neck tightly to the shaft, and whirled
her body round with frightful velocity. A painter, who
was working at the outside of a window in the story
above, immediately went to her assistance, but in attempt-
ing to release her he found he should share her fate if he
persevered in his humane efforts. Unfortunately, he knew
not how to stop the engine, and the poor woman was
whirled round with every revolution of the shaft, till
another person c Jule and effected that object. The shawl
was instantly cut from the shaft, and she was conveyed to
her own residence, where, after a faint sob, she expired.
At the time of the accident the shaft was making upwards
of 60 revolutions per minute, and as the deceased was of
tall statere, and revolving at this speed, her limbs were
fractured in a horrible manner. Verdict—" Acuidental
death." The shaft was a round beaten iron one, and the
portion which crossed the surface of the part between the
engine house and the mill was boxed off; but from 20 to
24 inches of it, which runs over the above mentioned
excavation, was left exposed, and the jury levied a deodand
of 6d. on the shaft.—Manchester Chronicle.