The Sun.
London, England, 1851-10-14 00:00:00

THE QUEEN'S VISIT TO
MANCHESTER.

Manchester has scarcely resumed its wonted ap-
pearance. and seems loth to cast off its gay holiday
attire. Yesterday when our correspondent wrote nu-
merous flags were still flaunting in the streets, and
there were numerous other remains of the file of
Friday. Last night a grand ball was to be given in
the Exchange, under the auspices of Sir John Potter,
the Mayor, and with that event the proceedings con-
sequent upon the visit of Royalty would close.
Her Majesty has not left the people of Manchester
and Salford without an expression of the satisfaction
all the arrangements have given her, and of her sense
of the loyal reception she met with. On Saturday
morning the Mayor of Manchester received the fol-
lowing official note : . _

Worsley, Oct. 10, 1851.
" Sir,—l have much pleasure in acquainting you that
I have received the Queen's commands to express to you
her Majesty's entire satisfaction with the arrangements
made on the occasion of her visit this day to Man-
chester. Her Majesty was highly gratified by the pro-
ceedings of the day, and by the manner in which she
was received.

" I have the honour to be, Sir,
" Your obedient servant, " GREY.

" Sir John Potter, Knight, Mayor of Manchester."

A note, in precisely the same terms, was forwarded
,o the Mayor of Salford.
The Recorder of Manchester, in his speech to the
grand jury, in opening the borough sessions yester-
day morning, referred to the event. He remarked
that the inhabitants of Manchester had scarcely re-
covered from the excitement brought about by the
stirring and gratifying events of the previous week.
It was matter for thankfulness that, in the large
preparations made to give a fitting reception to our
Gracious Sovereign, the fears of the timid, that there
would kbe some great mischance, had not been
realized, but that the expectations of those who an-
ticipated that everything would go off well had been
fully borne out. That our Gracious Sovereign was
well pleased with the reception given to her on the
Exchange was apparent to all who had the happiness
there to see her. The honour which her Majesty was
pleased to confer on the chief magistrate of the bo-
rough, in the presence of so many of his assembled
fellow-townsmen, was felt by most to be a compliment
to the borough at large, as well as an evidence of her
Majesty's gracious approval of the Mayor's conduct.
He conceived that the most imposing sight that her Ma-
j esty witnessed was the peaceful and orderly conduct,
and exemplary demeanour of the countless thousands,
who pouring out of their hives of industry, and ceasing
from their various occupations, lined the road on
each side of the royal route for miles. Such a
fact made apparent to her Majesty, would be attended
with good results to the community. They who
lived amongst the population at Manchester knew that
peaceful orderly conduct in general, and the power
of controlling themselves on any occasion when they
felt it to be seemly and right to do so, were distin-
guishing characteristics of the working people. He
was quite certain that the men of Lancashire, and of
the neighbourhood of Manchester especially, now
that they had by such conduct gained the notice and
admiration of their gracious Queen, would feel them-
selves bound, by a zealous adherence to the like
good conduct, still to deserve that meed of approba-
tion. He felt most confident, as all reflecting men
would, that the qualities which had been exhibited by
the working people of this town, and the estimation
in which they were held, would greatly increase the
true importance of this great community. He had
thought it right, and not unfitting the occasion of
their meeting, to take a; brief
notice of the events
which had occurred so recently.
The casualties consequent
.upon the demonstration
have fortunately been exceedingly few. A girl was
shot dead on Friday by a piece of wadding entering
her eyes from a gun which was fired during the
Royal progress. A man was crushed, and a boy se-
verely hurt.—Chronicle.

COURT CIRCULAR.
WINDSOR, OCT. 13.
Her Majesty, his Royal Highness Prince Albert,
the Prince of Wales, and Prince Alfred, attended by
the Viscount Canning, Lord Byron, Colonel Buckley,
Colonel Seymour, and the Rev. Mr. Birch, left
Windsor by a special train of the Great Western
Railway at five minutes past nine o'clock this morning
ten minutes The
Queen before
returned
the
to visit the Exhibition of the Works of Industry of
all Nations, Hyde Park, and arrived at that place at
Castle at twenty-five
minutes to one o'clock, having quitted the Exhibition
at ten minutes before twelve o'clock. Her Majesty
and by the Lord and Equerry
i n
Royal
attended
was accompanied by the Prince of Wales and Prince
Alfred, and was attended by the Lady in Waiting,
meeTtihneg opfrith theee tvy s Commission
Waiting,
y d
Rev. Mr. Birch. Later in the afternoon' his Royal
abn tbbi es
Equerry in Waiting.
Highness Prince Albert returned to the Castle from
presiding
i bai tt
i oan .
in
The younger Royal children took their accustomed
walking and pony exercise to-day.
There was no addition to the Royal dinner party
yesterday.
His Royal Highness' Prince Albert presided yes-
terday at a meeting of the Royal Commission for the
promotion of the Exhibition of the 'Works of Industry
of all Nations in 1851.
The meeting was held at the Exhibition Building
at twelve o'clock. The Commissioners present were,
his Royal Highness the Prince Albert, Earl Gran-
ville, Lord John Russell, Sir Richard Westmacott,
Sir Charles Lyell, Sir Charles L. Eastlake, Mr.
Baring, M.P. ; Mr. Bazley, Mr. Cobden, M.P. ; Mr.
Cubitt, Mr. T. F. Gibson, Mr. John Gott, Mr.
Pusey, M.P. ; Mr. R. Stephenson, M.P. ; Mr. John
Shepherd, and Mr. Hopkins, President of the Geo-
logical Society. Mr. Scott Russell and Mr. Edgar
Bowring, Secretaries of the Royal Commission at-
tended.
Lieutenant-Colonel Reid (Chairman),
Mr. Henry
Cole, and Mr. C. W. Dilke, of the
,Executive Com-
mittee, were present.
Dr. Lyon Playfair and Colonel Lloyd, Special
Commissioners, were in attendance.
The meeting broke up at three o'clock. His Royal
Highness Prince Albert, attended by
Lieutenant-
Colonel Francis Hugh Seymour, afterwards pro-
ceeded to the terminus of the Great 'Western Railway
at Paddington, and returned by a Special train to
Windsor.
The Earl of Clarendon had an interview with Lord
John Russell yesterday. The Bishop of Norwich
had also an interview with the Noble Lord yesterday,
at his official residence in Downing-street.
The Marquis of Lansdowne (Lord President) re-
turned to town yesterday from his seat, Bowood
Park, Wiltshire.
Lord Monteagle had an interview with the Chan-
cellor of the Exchequer yesterday, at his official resi-
dence in Downing-street.
Sir George Grey arrived in town last evening from
his seat, Falloden, Northumberland.
Dispatches were received yesterday at the Colonial-
office from the Governors of the North American Pro-
vinces, and also from the Governor of Malta.

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BROKEN ENGLISH! --A well-known editor of a
morning paper inquired of Alderman BT, one day, what he
thought of his journal. "I like it all, said the alderman,
" but its broken English." The editor started, and asked
for an explanation. " Why, the list of bankrupts, to be
sure."

Art OLD DAIRYWOMAN.—AS we were passing
through liurstgreen last Thursday, our attention was drawn
to an elderly lady, who was engaged in making up some
butter, and upon inquiry we found her age to be 95 yeare.
Her "nle LI Airs. Wiltshire.— Express.

LITERATURE.
1114R1CAN AND OTHER POEMS. By
Henry Inglis. Blackwood and Sons.
For the proper appreciation of the beauties scat-
tered in profusion over the poetic literature of Eng-
land the most eclectic tastes are requisite. Without
the aid of this plastic and all-embracing capacity the
predilections of the student in this department of
letters must necessarily and rapidly become restricted
within very narrow limits, to the exclusion of the
majority of those great writers who in different
moods have struck the lyre of verse to the music of
our mother tongue. In this manner it is that now-
a-days we observe the reading community divided
into so many exclusive sections, each with some
school of poesy cherished as the solitary object of its
infatuation. Here we listen only to the praises of
the mystic school, of which Browning, and Bailey,
and Tennyson are the recognised leaders. Here
again are audible eulogiums solely directed to the
glorification of the school of which Leigh Hunt was
the founder, and of which John Keats has ultimately,
become the recognised chieftain. Some can con-
scientiously yield applause solely to the austere and
learned muse invoked by Bowles and Savage Lan-
dor : some, on the contrary, confining their enthu-
siasm to the panegyrizing of such oriental effusions
as the metrical writings of Milman and Wilson.
When the dictates of a sounder judgment would, one
might imagine, have assured all -these encomiasts
alike, that in each school there are merits very readily
discoverable—merits entitled to the very warmest ad-
miration—but merits also the recognition of which
by no means necessitates the ignoring of every other
excellence elsewhere. For ourselves, we entertain an
affection for the simplicity of Crabbe, for the quaint-
ness of Herrick, for the vigour of Dryden, for the
delicacy of Waller, and for the sweetness of Gold-
smith ; we have an earnest sense of liking for the
rugged force of Somerville, for the brilliant conceits
of Suckling, and for the ingenious melody of Prior;
we love with a sort of passion the " stretched metro
of an antique song" in which Dan Chaucer has told
the incidents occurring on the famous pilgrimage to
Canterbury, and at the same ime feel our heart
yearning to a very different bard, to a bard of a less
elevated though still admirable capacity, in the per-
son of that old puritanical cobbler who gave to the
world in a prose poem the noblest allegory in the
language. Without this eclectic power of apprecia-
tion it is utterly impossible, we maintain, for any one
judiciously to adventure upon the discharge of the
responsible duties of criticism. Neither is it possible
we maintain, to perceive anywhere the reasonableness
of those arguments which are advanced to the con-
trary by the fanatical sticklers for the superiority of
some cherished section of the literary world of Eng-
land. Because Shakspere is acknowledged by every
one indiscriminately to be altogether without any
competitor in fame, surely that cannot be held as a
sufficient reason for holding in contempt poor Drum-
mond of Hawthornden. We may look back ad-
miringly towards Taylor, the water poet, singing his
fantastic ditties on the " silent highway," without
holding in contempt the mimic antiquities of Rowley,
that noblest of all the strange creations of the genius
of Chattertori. Upon the same principle we are pre-
pared to acknowledge an enthusiasm at once for the
exquisite precision of Pope, and for that wild and in-

coherent style in which Byron wrote his " Giaour,"
very shortly after the publication of the " Christabel"
of Coleridge. The author of the present volume has
adopted this last-mentioned style, as, if he so
pleased, he was, of course, quite justified in doing:
and as a specimen of changing metre we accept the
work most willingly, however much we may love the
regularly modulated and equably throbbing versifica-
tion peculiar to the wasp of Twickenham. Mr.
Inglis has in "Marican" selected a theme somewhat
similar to the " Frontinac" of Mr. Street—a wild

transatlantic story of love and bloodshed, on the
wave and in the woodlands. Changing at pleasure
from the quatrain to the terza rinia, indulging his
voice now in couplets and now in alternating rhymes,
with a corresponding series of fluctuations in the
rhythm, the writer has contrived to throw over his
composition that charm of variety which under most
circumstances is found by the majority to be irresist-
ible. In " Marican" he disdains not to repeat such
old tales as that of an ocean burial, where he says—
" The boatswain and his mates the hatchway round,
The whistle's shrill admonitory sound;
' Bury the dead, ahoy:'
Captain and crew, uncovered in the waist,
The hammock of the dead on gangway placed,
The priest's farewell convoy;—
The tilted planking, and the plunge below
Of the tar's shotted shroud,
The bird that cometh—whence they do not know—
White as a sunlit cloud,

Bearing the seaman's spirit far away
To haven undisturbed, in calm unruffled bay."
Such passages Mr. Inglis shrinks not from intro-
ducing, however incongruous may be its character.
Stranger still to observe, is the interpolation of such
allusions as the following, in which the author evi-
dently had Mrs. Manning, the murderess, in his re-
collection :
" What of the human tigress shall we say,
Who lures her drunken idiotic prey
With hellish leer?
Entwines the dagger in a wreath of smiles,
And drugs the wine-cup with her wanton wiles?
While angels hear
The stealthy foot-fall of the assassin's tread;
And angels see
The crimson current dye the guilty bed,—
The damned three
Drenched in an overwhelming midnight flood
Of lust and murder, treachery and blood."
Having apostrophised a little further on—
" Woman! thro' every age and every clime
Glorious in virtue, terrible in crime,"
our author proceeds in the development of his narra-
tive by recounting the heroism displayed by the bride
of Marican. The nature of the incidents described
in the story may be best conjectured by the beading
of the several portions of the poem :—The Escape—
The Swim by Night—The Encampment—The
Conference—The March—The Battle— The Execu-
tion—and The Burial. In the unfolding of the plot
Mr. Inglis displays no little ingenuity, but the prin-
cipal merit for which his pages appear to us remark-
able is that of the casual delineations of nature scat-
tered through the throng of the various occurrences.
What, for example, can be finer in its way than this
majestic mention of midday on the mountain top?—
" The sun o'crtops the Andes, and his glance
Lightens the inconceivable expanse
With dazzling fire.
And hark! the frozen wilderness on high
Acknowledgeth the monarch of the sky
As kings desire t
Iceberg and avalanche , asunder riven,
Salute the sun
In thunder which reverberates to heaven;
While clouds of dun
And seething mist upon the valleys lie—
The fitting smoke of such artillery!"
Here is a more tranquil spectacle, a perfect little vig-
nette of American scenery :
" Down where the river steals beneath the trees,
Where massive foliage bars the faintest breeze—.
Where boughs entwine,
And with their lofty arches bridge the wave—
Where nimble monkeys swing, and parrots rave—
Where the wild vino
Clings with its clusters of deep purple hue,
And silver sheen
Of glancing fish is in the waters blue—
Where gamalot‘ green
Leans over with its long luriant leaves,
And for the glassy floor a floating carpet weaves."
Having enumerated these charming features of the
landscape, Mr. Inglis, with a minuteness kindred to
that displayed by Captain Mayne Reid in a similar
description, depicts the locality as a spot—
" Where white bells of the Floripondio bloom,
Bathing all nature round them in perfume,
Like lily-laden shore;—
Where pink flamingos in the shallows dream,
And piebald swans, majestic in the stream,
Are poised on feathered oar;—
Where tufted herons soar on snowy wing,
With plaintive cry—
Where brilliant is beyond imagining
The painted fly—
Where the bright humming bird, like feathered bee,
Sips honey from the flower of plant and tree."
With equal vividness the words fall from his lips
when he is describing—a very different scene in-
deed—the broiling heat of the tropics on a dusty
highway, saying—
" Of all the company of clouds, not one
Was there to veil the fury of the sun,
Which, like a mighty lens,
Seizes with fierce intolerable grasp
Buckles and belts of brass,
Kindles the sword-hilt in its fiery clasp,
And scorches the cuirass;
While on the burning horseman's armed heel,
The rowels are of flame, and not of steel."
As a very pleasing testimony of the melodies floating
here and there through the poem, we may transcribe
the subjoined stanzas
The lofty sky weeps in cloud,
Tho earth weeps in dews
From its core;
The diamond-brooks weep aloud,
Tho fiow'rs change the hues
Which they wore.
" The grass mourns in the sunbeam,
In gums weep the trees,
And in dye;
And if mourn meadow and stream—
Inanimate these—
May not I?
" The wood-pigeon mourns his mato,
The caged birds bewail
Freedom gone;
Shall not man mourn over fate?
Dumb sorrow assail
Him alone?
" The bulls of the forest grieve
When the lassoes wind
Round the horn;
And man shall we silent leave,
With his master-mind,
WQ WW1?"

OCTOBER 145 bb

The se verses being, strangely enough, marred by
suol i an opening phrase as this—
" Weep away! heart, weep away!"
a tr ode of expression decidedly anything but pathetic.
As our final quotation from the volume, we give one
wh! ch appears to us to be in some measure charac-
teri sed by a tone of sublimity
"1 'he Organ Mountains!—As the days decline,
By frozen cataract and cleft ravine
The rapid thunder sweeps;
And the chords answer to the mighty hand
T 1 'at atirreth them, in diapason grand—
The music of the steeps!-
1 verberating like the roar of war
O'er continent and sea,
Until the weary mariner afar
With hope and helm a-lee,
)ca',h in his path, his cup of faith outpoured,
I temembers Him who still can help afford,
fed kneels to hear the anthem of the Lord."
Wi tb this noble passage we close cur notice of " Ma-
nic In," satisfied that more than any words of a
rev is wer, an extract cf equal excellence is a book's
wont hiest commendation.

W MUSIC.
E WORLDN lESA FAIRY RING. Ballad.
HT'rittPen
rd by Eliza Cook. Composed by J. P. Knight.
. . uay.
111,ve are always grateful for a good ballad—and
hes e is one of incontestable'excellence. To the corn-
pix pl. we have often been under obligations in this
way, obligations we cannot very speedily forget with
melodies of his beautiful songs so often haunting
ou r recollections. Whoever has watched the progress
of our popular literature during the last fifteen years
nee Is no reminder whatever of the merit of those
lyri cal treasures which have been squandered forth byEl is sa in such exhaustless profusion.
sheßdebi7talhe
be ring what has already been
pc,etess and the musician, we welcome the ballad be-
fo re us with all eagerness. It is unworthy of neither.
On the contrary, we find in it charms that evidence
a aythifig but decadence in those who have respec-
ti.vely given us already the words of "Old King Time"
am 1 the music of the ".Grecian Daughter." The melody
of his present effusion, while altogether different from
th,3se melodies which have long since rendered Mr.
Knight so very general a favourite, has the same
haunting
.sweetness for which most of his previous
cot npositions are remarkable. It will cling to the re-
ME mbrance, and in so doing will testify to the love-
liness of the inspiration. Doubtless with the majority
the! verses are already " household worlds," like so
many others from the hand of our popular authoress.
By reason of this simplicity and elegance, we think
Mr. Knight evinced taste in this selection. Better is
it, surely infinitely better, than listening to the
rattudlin songs recently in vogue, songs distinguished
only by their exaggerated affectation of sentiment, to
hear maiden voices of England breathing thoughts
like those contained in the present ballad—thoughts
inculcative of a gentle and consolatory philosophy.

THE REGRET. Song: Written by Eliza Cook, Z

T. Purday.
Without the name of any composer on the title-
page, the song here issued from the establishment of
Mr. Purday bears upon it the name of Eliza Cook as
a talisman of attraction. It will prove on examina-
tion worthy in every way of the popularity of the
authoress. The air is plaintive and flowing, and
from its simplicity will be found generally most ac-
ceptable.