The Sun.
London, England, 1851-08-27 00:00:00

WEDNESDAY EVENING, AUGUST 27, 1851.

To China ... ... Rs. 13 to Rs. 15 per candy.
To Celcutta, salt Rs. 275 ... per rass.
PRICES OF BULLION, SLC.
Sworeigns each ... lor. 3a. 6.
Bank of England notes 10r. 2u. ... per £
Spanish dollars ... 221 r. ... per 100
German crowns ... 211 r. per 100
Sycee silver ... 1034 r. ... per 100 tolas
Gold leaf (range of qua-
lit3') ••• ••• .. 16 3•l6ths r.... per tole.
Gold ingots, according
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... 15ir. ... ... per tole.

THE LONDON GAZETTE, Aug. 26.
At the Court at Osborne House, Isle of Wight, the
25th day of August, 1851, present, the Queen's Most
Excellent Majesty in Council. It is this day ordered by
her Majesty in Council, that the Parliament, which
stands prorogued to Thursday the fourth day of Sep-
tember next, be further prorogued to Tuesday, the fourth
day of November next.
PALACE OF WESTMINSTER, LORD GREAT
CHAMBERLAIN'S OFFICE, Ave. 26.
Notice is hereby given, that in consequence of the
resumption of the works at the House of Lords, the issue
of tickets for viewing the House will be discontinued
after the 6th September, until the meeting of Parliament.
WILWITGEIBY DE ERESBY, G.C.
The following buildings have been duly registered
for solemnizing marriages therein:
Bethel, Maesyrwyn, Pembrokeshire.
Blanconnin, Llandissilio, Pembrokeshire.
Wesleyan Chapel, Ashton-under Lyne, Lancashire.
BANKRUPTS.
William Woods, warehouseman, Basinghall-street,
City, to surrender, Sept. 3, at twelve, and Oct. 8, at
eleven, at the Court of Bankruptcy. Stansfeld, cfficial
assignee; Sawbridge, Wood-street, Cheapside.
Thomas Wallis and Swan Wallis, linen-drapers,
Leeds, Sept. 5, at hivf-past eleven, and Oct. 9, at one,
at the Court of Bankruptcy. Whitmore, ofticial as-
signee, Basing hall-street ; Jones, Sise-lane, Bucklersbury.
Charles Christopher Cussack Geary, cheesemonger,
Colchester, Sept. 5, at half-past twelve, and Oct. 9, at
twelve, at the Court of Bankruptcy. Whitmore, official
assignee, Basingball-street; Langham and Langham,
Bartlett's-buildings.
Joseph Emmett Norton, wine merchant, Crescent, Oki
Kent-road, Sept. 5, at two, and Oct. 9, at twelve, at the
Court of Bankruptcy. Canaan, official assignee, Birchin,
lane, Cornhill; Lowrance, Flews, and Boyer, Old Jewry-
chambers.
rse
James Wilde, builder, Salford, Lancashire, Sept. 5
and 26, at eleven, at the Manchester .District Court.
Fraser, official assignee, Manchester; Dearden, Man
cheater.

LITERATURE.
THE PIPE OF REPOSE. By K. Ferguson.
This is a simple little narrative of the recollections
of Eastern travel. The wanderings through the de-
sert seem always sublime, after the common-place
travelling of every-day life; and the accounts of visits
to European cities fade away in interest, and are
shorn of attraction, beside the glimpses given of the
kingdoms of old, as the author speaks of Jerusalem,
Bethlehem, and Galilee. ;.There is an interesting
account of the most ancient city in the world—Da-
mascus/ which existed before Abraham, and is still

one of the greatest cities of the East. Baalbec is
described in its ruins. The Hebrew, the Roman, and
the Mahommedan have successively held this land,
and left monuments of their several works in its un-
dying temples.
WHITEFRIARS ; or, THE DAYS OF

CHARLES 11. Vol. I.—Railway Library.
This is a reprint of one of the most popular works
of the present day. It forms a number of the
" Railway Library," which is certainly a very useful
collection of standard Ft orks, at a very moderate price.
The type is excellent, and the binding tasteful. Of the
book itself it is needless to speak, as it is too well
known to require comment ; but we advise all those
who wish to possess it to purchase it in its present
form, which is one of the most elegant and moderate
in which such works can be procured.

RECOLLECTIONS OF A RIFLEMAN'S
WIFE. By Airs. Fitzmaurice.
A very interesting work, ably written, and de-
lineating, with great force and spirit, the varied
adventures of a foreign life. Malta, Sardinia, Gib-
raltar, and Graham's Island, are skilfully described.
The last chapter is called " Less Peaceful Recollec-
tions," and concerns the Peninsular war ; it is full
of the lively interest which characterises narrative
in which the author has taken a personal share.

CHAMBERS'S PAPERS l'01? THE
PEOPLE. Vols. VII., VIII., and 11.
These volumes are in no way inferior to their pre-
decessors. They contain the usual collection of tales
and scientific inthrmation and articles on subjects of
general interest. Among them may be mentioned
" The Lost Letter," " The Black Gondola : a Vene-
tian Tale ;" " Electric Communications ;" " The Law
of Storms ;" and a Biography of Lady Mary Wort-
ley Montague ; and such a variety of subjects cannot
fail to be attractive to all, especially as instruction is
in most cases blended with interest and amusement.

GILBERT'S NEW GUIDE TO LONDON.
With a Map.
This is one of the numerous volumes that have
lately been published for the benefit of foreigners vi-
siting the metropolis. It is comprehensive in its de-
tails, commencing with the arrival in London, giving
an account of the public conveyances and fares, which
will no doubt be very useful to the inexperienced,
and describing the chief buildings and thoroughfares.
It also gives an account of the suburbs, and informs
the stranger where he can obtain various articles,
which he may desire to purchase, and contains every
species of information which the traveller can require.

I BUDS AND LEAVES. By Joseph Anthony.
SELECTIONS FROM FRENCH POETS.
By R. Hodgson.
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. By W. Sadler.
" Buds and Leaves" is a series of simple poems ;
it is written naturally and conveys a pleasing impres-
sion. " Old Winter is Coming" is one of the best
productions. The translations from the French are
very skilfully done, and while they are true to the
text they do not strike us as formal and kackneved,
which are faults often met with in such works. The
" Miscellaneous Poems" are not so interesting. The
author has aimed at the sublime in his subjects, but
he does not always carry out his ideas. The pyra-
mids of Egypt is surely a theme calling for grandeur
and not mediocrity.

THE THREE TRIALS OF LOIDE, AND
OTHER POEMS. By Calder Campbell.
A volume of pleasing poems, by a well-
known writer. The " Three Trials of Loide" is a
short and simple tale, yet very graceful in its verse and
instructive in its moral. There are not wanting tales
for those who are partial to horrors, as " The Story
of Fair Florimel," and " The Legends of Llangower
and of the Lady Constance." One of the best poems
in the volume is the last, " In the Shadow of Green
Boughs," and there is much variety of subject and
metre.

THE ASCENT OF MONT BLANC.
(Extract of a letter from Geneva.)
"To commence, then. Myself and two of our
reading party (by name Philip and Slekville West)
were one day rowing on the Lake of Geneva, when
the glories of Mont Blanc suddenly appeared to us;
from that moment our fate was decided, and with one
accord we agreed to ascend it on the first favourable
opportunity, and, as it so happened, the man with
whom I intended to take a little trip after our read-
ing was over had put off our engagement, so that I
was at liberty to do what I liked. Having relieved
you from all fears about my health, &c., I will go on,
and if I cannot impress you with all the satisfaction
I feel at what I have done, you must set it down to
my bad pen, my bad eyes, and the impossibility of
doing such a subject the least justice. On arriving
at Chamouni we immediately made the necessary
arrangements with the guides and porters who should
form our caravan, for by no other name can I call
our company, and had nothing to do but to wait for
a fine day. It seemed quite hopeless. However, we
commenced a pretty rapid training, under the direction
of the guide, though, as we were in excellent health,
that was hardly necessary. Having during three days
mounted all the hills about, and being, as the guide
assurad us, as up to the work as any one who had ever
ascended, we were still doomed to disappointment, the
rain falling in torrents, and (as We never forgot our
reading) we had already agreed that we should not
be justified in staying longer, and had actually
made arrangements to return the next morning, when
the weather suddenly cleared up, and our hopes re-
vived. Chamouni was all in a bustle to see us off.
The weather continued fine, and, as a crowning sub-
ject of congratulation, Albert Smith, the author,
joined our party for the ascent; and to him we owe
a great deal of the vast amount of pleasure that we
enjoyed. Having left our directions to our several
homes behind us, we were at last off. It was half-
past seven o'clock when our party of four amateurs,
sixteen guides, and several porters and volunteers,
having assisted' at a breakfast laid out in the court
of the hotel, started, and really it was a fine sight,
the people of the hotel showing every imaginable ci-
vility—the peasants wishing us bon voyage—and our
guides (splendid fellows) leading the way with their
long poles and various equipments. Having passed
the village and its immediate environs, we commenced
a steep and rocky ascent parallel with the Glacier
des Boissons. The guides now commenced picking
up sticks for our fire at the Grands Alulets. which,
you know, is the rock on which we should have to
sleep. Still pursuing the same course, we came to the
Echelle, so called from a ladder always being kept
there to cross the crevices. Here we halted to break-
fast, and to prepare for our more arduous task.
Having devoured several chickens, which we man-
gled with our fingers, according to our wants,
and polished off' some excellent Burgundy, we
started afresh, and went on ascending to the poin
from which we crossed the glaciers; but this part o
our journey cannot really be described :—The tre•
mendous masses of green ice—the awful crevices—
the sky, from no darker contrast than the snow, look.

ing a deep blue—the long file of travellers, all tied
with a rope together—all made it a most impressive
sight, which I am glad to say I could perfectly enjoy,
not feeling in any degree tired. Some of the crevices
we crossed by a ladder being thrown across them,
and walking on the crossbars; some we crossed on
little bridges of frozen snow, and one was a very pecu-
liar one—the ladder had to be placed nearly perpen-
dicularly from the lower part on which we stood,
resting on a huge wall of ice, separated from us by a
tremendous crevice, so that, mounting on the ladder
you looked down into an endless depth below you,
and, as the ladder was not long enough to surmount
the wall, steps were cut from its top into the ice with
a hatchet. By walking in this kind of way till four
o'clock, we reached the Grands Mulets, where we had
to stop the night, or rather a few hours between that

time and twelve o'clock at night. All the time glasses
had been directed towards us from Chamouni, and on
placing our feet on the rock we were saluted by guns
below, which fired to announce our arrival thus far.
" I assure you that in writing this short and plain
account I feel so excited that I can hardly express
myself; but, to return to our muttons, or rather
chickens, our arrival was the signal for unloading
grub' of all descriptions, and well did we do justice
to the fare—all in high spirits—and songs and stories
passed round uncommonly quick, of course chiefly
started by Albert Smith, who, again I repeat, is in the
vernacular tongue a ' tremendous brick.' Our wants
being satisfied, while the guides were bustling about
to arrange night quarters we were at liberty to look
about us; but I need not say I am utterly unable to
convey to you the faintest idea of the imposing pro-
cess of sunset up there. Fancy yourself on a rock
descending nearly perpendicularly ; sitting on a ledge ;
snow above and snow below ; the shades gathering,
the light turning from gold to purple, from purple to
blue, from blue to green, to lilac, gray ; in fact, to
all colours the sky can assume ; the solemn silence
only interrupted by occasional avalanches booming
behind us ; the wide prospect of country ;—fancy all
this, and you can have not even an idea, not the
faintest conception, of the really awful grandeur of
the scene. When all was ready to attempt to sleep,
the guides lit a fire before us, and I mused myself
to sleep by talking, listening to the stories still
going on around me, watching the flickering flame
that lighted up the splendid figures of our guides,
who stood round it singing choruses remarkably
well ; occasionally raising myself' on my elbow
to catch a last glimpse of the remaining lights in the
west; and last, ❑ot least, looking at the summit of
that Mont Blanc which had just caught the moon,
changing all the mountains from a purple to a pure
silver. I must also mention that a couple of guides
went on straight with lanterns to track out the snow
and to try it for our departure at twelve o'clock, and
their lanterns glimmering i❑ the snowy distance
looked like spirits of the mountains disturbed by our
intrusion. The rest of the party assured me they could
not sleep. I was lucky enough to enjoy three hours of
the soundest slumber, and awoke only at eleven
o'clock to start afresh. I wonder now that I did not

think of the really hard day's work before me ; for
from twelve o'clock that night we were to rest only a
few minutes until we had ascended to the top and re-
turned all the way to Chamouni once more. Though
the view was finer from the Grands Mulets, and from
the summit, I found the walk (by the light of the
full moon) which now followed by far the most un-
earthly I ever saw in my life. The crevices along
the edge of which we passed were now still more tre-
mendous. Your eye could not fathom the depth, and
of course they were far too wide to cross. Above
you towered the large masses of snow. Occasion-
ally the moon seemed resting on the edge of some
height, looking awfully cold at us ; but we defied
the cold, and it would have made you smile to have
seen what extraordinary figures we looked. Onward
we toiled (for it really became toil, and I must ho-
nestly confess that neither the labour nor the danger
of mounting Mont Blanc has been overrated) till we
came to the Grand Plateau, the only flat
path over which our path lay. (To give
you an idea of the steepness of the ascent, I
will tell you that I threw a bottle down, which went
at such a rate that it cleared two crevasses' one after
the other, each of which was at least 50 or 60 feet
across). At the Grand Plateau we saw the first
streaks of morning reddening the east, while the moon
began gradually to pale her ineffectual fire. Here I
began to feel a most oppressive tightness in the head;
it, however, went quite off before I reached the top.
Much has been said of the rarity of the air, and, of
course, there must be a great deal in it, for the baro-
meter differs 13 inches at the top of Mont Blanc, so
that a common one cannot be used for an experiment,
and I can answer for its being uncommonly dry. I
saw one man much affected by nausea in consequence,
but it is my firm opinion that one gains more than
one loses by the lightness of the atmosphere, and I
doubt whether in common air the same labour could
be undergone. We still pursued our zig-zsg course,
which I again repeat I cannot attempt to describe.
" One place I shall never forget. A large square
mass of snow—which to say the least considerably
enlarged my ideas, though not sufficiently so to enable
me to realise its massiveness—about as large as a
hundred of the largest houses I ever saw (as it ap-
peared), leant over our way; to give you a little idea
of its size, if it had fallen it would have completely
covered the whole of our single file, consisting of about
38 people, one behind the other at some distance,
attached by ropes to each other. As I was regarding
it in utter astonishment, my guide touched me, and
pointing to a crevasse between it and us whispered,
There three guides were lost the year before last,
and I heard a guide say to my friend behind, ' Here
it was I lost my father: You may imagine how all
this tended to add the intensest solemnity
to the scene,
and, if anything was wanted to increase it, it was
found in the advice of my guides not to speak, for fear
of bringing down an avalanche, though this Isuspect
is humbug.
" The sun was now risen, and
glad I was to see his
light on the height above. The party now assumed
their blue and green spectacles to protec t their
eyes, and
on we went till we reached the Route Rouge, where
we rested a few minutes in the sun. Here I became
again, having really suffered
completely myself
at I was never better in
considerably, though
ow repo
•,as two friends were also
my life than I amiurn
Albert Smith was perfectly done
perfectly well.
dragged the rest of the way. His
courage and bad to be
have never yet seen. It was
courage was such as
curious to look at each other; every one was perfectly
black in the face; of course I could not see my own,
but once when I took off my lined fur gloves my
bands were as black as ink, though the curious effect
was unattended with pain, the real difficulty being to
resist sleep, to which if you yielded, you would never
awake. Passing round the Route Rouge the dome of
Mont Blanc, which is as regular a's St. Paul's, came
in sight, and I felt as if 1 could have climbed him were
he twice as fig off. The whole of our steps were now

cut with a hatchet in the ice, and the being tied to-
gether was of the greatest use, having saved each of
our lives about three times, for if you slipped you were
immediately held up and saved from going down into
some yawning crevice. At nine o'clock in the
morning we stepped on the top, and you
must endeavour to conceive the thrill of de-
light—shaking hands all round, congratulating each
other, opening champagne bottles, lighting cigars,
pulling chickens to pieces, and all the effects
of the wildest transport. Having partly recovered
from this I proceeded to examine the view, of which
I shall only say it had the appearance of a large sea,
of which the waves were mountain tops—far, far be-
low me—each mountain like a small wave, and yet
each mountain one of the highest in Europe. I shall
wait till I can talk to you to give you some of my.
impressions. I thought of you all at home just sit-
ting down to breakfast, and how little you thought
where my mother's son was at that time.
" Without the slightest inconvenience we stopped
at the top about 25 minutes, filled with interesting
thoughts, and we were told that, the glasses having
discovered that we were at the top, the cannons pealed
away at Chamouni to announce the fact, though we
did not hear them. I was also told below that Sir R.
Peel had watched us all night (having arrived just
after we started) with a glass, and kept all the peo-
ple of the place drinking our healths all night. He
had gone before we reached the bottom. Again we
started to descend, which, as the track was marked
already, was quicker work, especially as we slid, sit-
ting down whenever it was safe to do so. One of the
guides all but slid into a crevice, but not the slightest
accident occurred during the whole of our journey.
The sliding down was splendid fun after the work of
walking. Some places were nearly perpendicular,
and I am sure even in a railway I never went so fast.
Some ladies who watched us with the glasses from
Chamouni quite gave us up for lost, saying that they
saw little dots falling with tremendous velocity
down the precipice, which must have been the effect
produced, for in ascending the glasses could not
perceive any progress in our dots. This will give
you some idea of our speed. In descending the
guides pulled up to look at a very remarkable sight,
through a tremendous wall of ice, which seemed to
end in the sky ; a large natural arch bad formed it-
self in the bluest crystal, through which you looked
down a seemingly interminable depth of valleys till
your eye lost itself in the distance. This struck me
as much as anything, particularly as the arch through
which you caught the view was comparatively of
very small span, or rather as small as things are up
in those regions, where you lose all idea of com-
parison.
" On we went—walking, running, sliding, crouch-
ing, advancing in all possible ways—till we came to
the Cascade des Pelerins, once more in the habitable
world, where we found a large party to congratu-
late us. I might also mention that crossing the gla-
cier on our return was the most dangerous pro-
ceeding; we had nearly to run, it being unsafe to
continue in one position long, and jumping over small
crevices ; clearing one
.of these, the man who held
me behind by the rope, in his anxiety, pulled the
rope short, and I was suspended in the little crevice,
but directly pulled up again (the reason of the in-
creased danger was the softening of the thawed snow,
into which we sank to our waists at each step).
" The news of a party having ascended Mont Blanc
brought hundreds of people to Chamouni, and, sadly
against our will, we were forced to enter on mules in
triumph (as Mr. Albert Smith remarked, We are
once more on the Grand Mulets'). You may imagine
the enthusiasm when I tell you that directly we came
in sight cannons were fired in a manner regardless of
expense. If we entered a wood we were sure to be
saluted directly we came in sight ; again, if we turned
a corner, ditto ; and two nice girls, otherwise shy,
rushed frantically and seized both my hands ; all the
streets of Chamouni were crowded, bands of music,
fireworks, cannons, all going off at once, and, having
arrived at the hotel court, we saw a regular little
altar prepared with candles, flowers, and champagne,
which the master of the hotel made us drink—to be
looked at—when I was uncommonly glad to escape
and get into a bath and proceed to dinner. Next
morning I left Chamouni, and really almost cried
while shaking hands all round with the guides—splen-
did fellows, with whom 1 could go any where.
" C. G. FLOYD."

THE SECOND ASCENT OF MONT BLANC.
On the 12th of August two ascents of Mont Blanc
were accomplished—one from the Hotel de Londres,
Chamounix, by Messrs. Albert Smith, Floyd, West,
and Philips ; the other by Mr. Vansittart, of the Hotel
Royal. The former left Chamounix at 7 A.M., at-
tended by a large caravan of guides and porters,
amounting to some 30 in number ; the latter left his
hotel at a quarter to 11, nearly four hours after, at-
tended by three guides to the summit, and by one
porter part of the way. Mr. Vansittart in crossing
the glacier of the 80-sons was not tied with a rope,
and had a narrow escape of his life. It appears that
in jumping over one of the crevasses he missed his
footing—his Alpine polo fell down the fearful abyss,
and whilst: his left foot was sliding over the precipice
ho contrived to catch the porter with both hands by
the leg, who also unfortunately fell, and had it not
been for the guide in advance, who with wonderful
presence of mind grasped the porter by his clothes,
they would both have inevitably perished. Mr. Van-
sittart then crossed the remainder of the glacier with
the cord round his body, and arrived at the Grand
Mulets a little before sunset, where he bivouacked
under great privations from want of sufficient fire-
wood and warm clothing until midnight, when he
again started with the light of lanterns for the summit,
which he succeeded in reaching at nine o'clock on the
morning of the 14th, about the same time as the other
party, and returned safely to Chamounix at half-past
six in the evening, saluted with the firing of cannon
from his hotel, as well as the congratulations of the
inhabitants and strangers of Chamounix. Mr. Van-
sittart lost the use of his sight for two days, but is
now perfectly recovered.

T. COOKE AND SIR JAMES SCARLETT.—The fol-

lowing amusing anecdote is told of Torn Cooke, the actor and
musician : —" At a trial in the Court of Queen's Bench, June
1833, betwixt certain publishing tweedledums and tweedle
clees, as to the alleged piracy of an arrangement of the' Old
English Gentleman,- an old English air, by the bye—
Cooke was subpoenaed as a witness. On his cross-examina-
tion by Sir James Scarlett, afterwards Lord Abinger, for the
opposite side, that Learned counsel rather flippantly ques-
tioned him thus : —.Now, Sir, you say that the two melodies
are the same, but different ; now what do you mean by that,
Sir ?".ro this Tom promptly answered, 4 I said that the
notes in the two copies were alike, but with a different ac-
cent, the one being in common time the other in six-eight
time; and, consequently, the position of the accented notes
was different.' Sir James-' What is musical accent ?'
Cooke-4 My terms are a guinea a lesson, Sir.'—(A loud
laugh.) bir James (rather ruffied)-4 Never mind your
terms here. I ask you what is musical accent? Can you
see it?' Cooke—' No.' Sir James—' Can you feel it?'
Cooke—' A musician can.'—(Great laughter.) Sir James
(very angry)—' Now, pray Sir, don't beat about the bugh,
but explain to his Lordship and the jury, who are supposed
to know nothing about music, the meaning of what you call
accent.' Cooke—' Accent, in music, is a certain stress laid
upon a particular note, in the same manner as you would lay
a stress upon a given word for the purpose of being better
understuod. Thus, if I were to say, " You are an nes," it
rests on ass ; but ill. were to say, " You are an ass," it rests
on you, Sir James.' Reiterated shouts of laughter by the
whole Court, in which the bench itself joined, followed this
repartee. Silence having been at length obtained, the Judge!
with much seeming gravity, accosted the chop-fallen counsel
thus :—Lord Denman-4 Are you satisfied, Sir James?' sir
James (deep red as he naturally was, to use poor Jack
Reeve's own words, had become scarlet in more than name),
in a great huff, said—' The witness may go down!"' a
YACHT ACCIDENT AND NARROW
ESCttroEPOrts-
small cutter yacht, belonging to St. Helen's, e_
mouth yesterday morning, bringing a partywo
and gentlemen ; she had landed them at Point,
mouth it was
turning to the island, when at the harbour's that she had
zfinntdenwasladre-ies
evident to many on the platform at Portsmouthfresh
wind,
with
too much sail for the breezes (a very. Spit buoy a squall
squalls occasionally). When near tn
pwot;rqeuinickthlye
struck her, and she filled and sunk.
rai which had been
tug-steamer,_ Acting SecondHFaortnugn,ately the Echo,
Masterrning through the Swash
out to the Vengeance,
lowered her boats, and reoscout
of
passage, and seeing thewauccidreeedntt
her when she capsized, and
yacht, who were washed
flea, hs(t, twomfoorn
that
although they were in the
mnutes, and a considerable sea
both contrived to keep
te
water upwards of twiemneY.
No other vessel than the Echo
was running at the
rt.
ki Harding deterves great praise for the
was near thern.efeet
aid he afforded. The vessel remained
prompt and efah
with t e truck of her mast and her gaff end above
drifted off, or knocked to pieces by tit
upright, with
water. l probably be recovered at low water. e sea,
SCAFFOLD ACClDENT.—Yesterday morning an
by very serious
accident, attended consequences, took place
-of the late fatal fire at
the vessel well .
at the ruins the Rose and Crown Tavern,
Love-lane, Lower Thames-street, whereby three men re-
ceived such serious injuries, that it was deemed necessary to
convey them to the hospital. It appears that a large number
of bricklayers and labourers had been engaged by Mr.
Clark, the builder, in erecting new party walls, and yes-
terday, while several men were at work, an old wall, be-
longing to the adjoining premises, fell with great violence
on to the men, who were standing on a scaffold which gave
way, precipitating John Fitzgerald, and two others, to the
basement of the building, where they were speedily extri-
cated, and taken in cabs to St. Thomas's Hospital. Their
bodies were contused, and much injured by the falling bricks.
Last evening they were progressing favourably.
TUE GREAT EX.IIIBITioN.— Yesterday 2,4931.105.
was taken at the doors of the building, and the number of
visitors was 51,311. The weather during
theafternoon
exceedingly unfavourable, and but for that
circumstance
the The
the attendance would no doubt Lave been g
oomsne was
e
mean temperature, according to Bennett's thermometers,
was 62.2.
general meeting of
hisseul charity, which
THE ROYAL LONDON ORTHOP2E DIC HOSPITAL.—
Yesterday the twenty-fourth half-yearlythe friends and subscribers tot
and deformities,
was founded for the cure of contractions
was held in the board-room
the secretary read the report, which
opened the proceedings,
square ; Mr. Harris in 0 chair. The chairman having
of the hospital, Bloomsbury-
was highly satisfect the past half-year had been 766,y. The total number of in and out
patients admitted during
being an increase over
the previous half-year of 104; thus
Making the total number
'of patients admitted since the
opening o
f the charity 11,305. The report having been re-
ceived and adopted, a governor moved that the Earl of
Shaftesbury be elected president of the inetitutiOu Which
was carried unaniniQualy.