The Sun.
London, England, 1833-11-07 00:00:00

THE ANNUALS.

:FORGET ME NOT.-LONDON, 1834.
This is the Adam of the Annuals. It was
the first ever published in England, and deserves
respect accordingly. Despite its years, we per-
ceive no falling-off in its appearance: it is still
graceful, sprightly, and agreeable as ever. The
embellishments, as usual, are, with some few

exceptions, of a superior character, and come
recommended to us by the charm of variety.
" The Mother's Picture" is well finished as an
engraving ; though perhaps the folds of the lace
veil are a little too stiff and dull, instead of being
flowing and transparent. The lady's countenance
bears a striking zesemblance to that of Miss Ste-
phens ; possibly, this was intentional on the part of
the artist. The expression of the mild, upturned
eye, is full of meaning, and the arms crossed in
front have quite a Madonna character. " Cu-
pid caught tripping"—no uncommon occur-
rence by the bve—is one of those cold, mytho-
logical conceits, of which moder❑ artists are so
enamoured, and modern readers so sick. The
arch, shame-faced look of the young God, is,
however, very cleverly expressed. " Victoria''
contains a pretty back-ground of Sicilian land.
scape ; but its merit, as an embellishment, rests
with the painter; as an engraving, little can be
said in 'its favour. The literary department will
furnish agreeable reading for a winter afternoon.
As a specimen of the poetry, we extract the fol-
lowing pleasing stanzas from the pen of Mary
Howitt:—
TIBBIE INGLIS; OR THE SCHOLAR'S WOOING.

Bonny Tibbie Inglis I
Through sun and stormy weather,
She kept upon the broorny hills
Her father's flock together.

Sixteen summers had she seen
A rose-bud just unsealing—
Without sorrow, without fear,
In her mountain shelling.

She was made for happy thoughts,
Playful wit and laughter,
Singing on the hills alone,
With Echo singing after.
She had hair as deeply black
As the cloud of thunder;
She had brova's so beautiful,
And dark eyes sparkling under.
Bright and witty shepherd girl!
Beside a mountain water
I found her, whom the king himself
Would proudly call his daughter.

She was sitting 'mong the crags,
Wild, and mossed, and hoary,
Reading in an ancient book
Some old martyr-story.

Tears were starting to her eyes,
Solemn thought was o'er her;
When she saw in that lone place
A stranger stand before her.

Crimson was her sunny cheek,
And her lips seemed moving
With the beatings of her heart—.
How could I help loving!

Among the crags I sat me down,
Upon the mountain hoary,
And made her read again to me
That old, pathetic story.
And then she sung me mountain songs,
Till all the air was ringing
With her clear and warbling voice,
As when the lark is singing.

And when the eve came on at length,
Among the mountain heather,
We herded on the mountain's side
Her father's flock together.

And near unto her father's house
I said " Good night" with sorrow,
And only wished that I might say,
" We'll meet again to-morrow."

I watched her tripping to her home;
I saw her meet her mother
" Among a thousand maids," I cried,
"There is not such another!"

I wandered to my scholar's home--
Silent it looked and dreary;
I took my books, but could not read—
Methought that I was weary.

I laid me down upon my bed,
My heart with sadness laden;
I dreamt but of the mountains wild,
And of the mountain-maiden.

I saw her in her ancient book
The pages turning slowly;
I saw her lovely crimson cheek,
And dark eye drooping lowly.

The dream was like the day's delight,
A life of pain's o'erpayment :
I rose, and with unwonted care
Put on my Sabbath raiment.

To none I told my secret thought,
Not even to my mother,
Nor to the friend who from my youth
Was dear as is a brother.

I gat me to the hills again,
Where the little flock was feeding,
And where young Tibbie Inglis sate,
But not the old book reading.

She sate as if absorbing thought
With a heavy spell had bound her,
As silent as the mossy crags
Upon the mountains round her.

I thought not of my Sabbath dress,
I thought not of my learning;
I thought but of that gentle maid,
Who, I believed, was mourning.

Bonnie Tibbie Inglis !
How her beauty brightened,
Looking at me half abashed
With eyes that flashed and lightened'.

There was no sorrow then I saw,
There was no thought of sadness,
Oh, life! what after joy hast thou
Like Love's first certain gladness!

I sate me down among the crags,
Upon the mountain hoary;
But read not then the ancient book—
Love was our pleasant story.

But then she sang me songs again,
Old songs of love and sorrow,
For our sufficient happiness
Great charm from woe could borrow.

And many hours we talked in joy,
Yet too much blessed for laughter;
I was a happy matt that day—
And happy ever after!

The only woollen manufactory now existing
in the south of Ireland is the establishment of Mr.
Thomas Lyons, of Cork, which employs 200 persons, sand
gives support to 600.

Mrs. Glover, who is to play Falstaff for her
own benefit, only follows the splendid example of Mrs.
Abington, who performed the part of Scrub, and Mrs.
Siddons, who performed that of Hamlet on a similar oc-
casion. In those who remember Mrs. Glover when that
lady was a model of female symmetry and proportions,
her appearance In the fat Knight will excite a more than
ordinary interest.

The convict Mary Wright, who was tried at
the last Norfolk Lent Assizes upon a charge preferred
against her of having murdered her husband, died on
Friday night, at half past ten, in the Castle. Her sen-
tence of execution, which had been respited on the repre-
sentation of the surgeons, Mr. Scott, Mr. Crosse, and Mr.
Johnson, of her being enciente at the time of her con-
demnation, had been subsequently commuted to transporta-
tion for life. A C )roner's inquest has been held, and the
Jury returned a verdict of "Died by the visitation of
God."—SejibM Herald.

Thursday se'nnight the Earl of Durham and
suite, and a large company of ladies and gentlemen, visited
his Lordship's new colliery at Houghton-le-Spring.
Amongst the company was Mr. Ellice, M.P., who had
previously intimated his desire to descend the pit. Pre-
parations having been made, he descended, and was ac-
companied by eight men, composed of viewers and owners,
who had been appointed to show Mr. Ellice the wonders
of these subterranean regions. He remained in the pit
two hours, and was highly gratified. His Lordship, on
Mr. Ellice's return to the bank, presented 54 to the work-
men.—Sunderland Herald.

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COURT OF CHANCRRY.-(THIS DAY.

TTIORLEY V. BURN.

Sir EDWARD SUGDEN called his Lordship's attention
again to this cape.

The LORD CHANCELLOR said that slue the case was
last mentioned, he had bad a conversation with Mr. Pell.
the gentleman proposed to be the Receiver, and also seen
parties to whom Mr. P. had referred, and the remit was,
that nothing could be more satisfactory as to the character
of that individual, and his fitness for the office. The
order, then, was, that Mr. P. should be immediately
appointed the Receiver.