The Sun.
London, England, 1851-06-20 00:00:00

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found the prisoner Cane is the cellar, and tehen be
caught eight of me, he tried to escape the back way.
Ile was bleeding, at the head, but when ho was taken
into custody, he said he had not been out. The con-
stable who assisted me in arresting Cane, called upon him
to surrender, or he would knock him down. The con-
stable told him that he was taken for an assault, and he
replied, " Oh, go." He was afterwards conveyed to
the station-house. Chaplin was then taken to his own
house, where I saw him subsequently to the arrest of the
prisoners, but he was quite insensible, and the surgeon
ordered him to be removed to Guy's Hospital. When
Chaplin drew his staff and struck at Hickey the blow
took effect. I first saw Cane when I attempted to take
him into custody at the bottom of Salamanca-street,
and be struck me. His head was not bleeding then.
Cross-examined by Mr. PARNELL—I have been a po-
lice-constable about 10 or 11 weeks. lam a tailor by
trade. This is the first row I have been in. My beat
was near to Chaplin's. Mine was on the one side of the
street and Chaplin's on the other. The disturbance, in
point of fact, first occurred on the beat of another con-
stable. I do not know what occurred before I came upon
the spot, but about an hour before I saw Chaplin the
men appeared to he singing and amusing themselves;
but, nevertheless, they made a great noise. The house
No. 49, is a lodging-house, and I believe some twelve or
thirteen men lodge there. The prisoners, I have since
heard, had been workirg at the gas-works. I was
knocked down immediately after I struck Cane, and
I then lost sight of the prisoners; but some minutes let -
fore brick-bats were flying about in great profusion.
There were then ten or twelve men arrested together.
By Mr. BALLANTINE—When Hickey struck Chaplin,
I saw something dark in his hand. It appeared to me to
be a brick-bat. Chaplen struck at him with his staff and
it went close to his head. I could not see whether the
staff struck him, but I heard the sound of the blow.
Chaplin must have received blows while I was present.
I du not know whether a man named Clarey was there,
nor do I know such a person. Two men named Burke
were taken into custody, and I was called upon to iden-
tify them, but I was unable to do so. A man named
Harrington was also arrested, but afterwards discharged
by the magistrate.
By Mr. WooLLETT—The men had been drinking, but
they were not drunk. I had never seen M'Elliott be-
fore this occasion.

Re-examined—At the time I struck Cane the deceased
was falling on the ground. Cane had struck him. No
brick-bats were thrown before that occurrence, nor had
any been thrown before I struck Cane on the head.
William Lowney, examined by Mr. RYLAND—I am a
police constable, at,cl between one and two o'clock on the
morning of the sth of May I was on duty in Glasshouse-
street, Vauxhall. I heard the springing of a rattle, the
sound of which appeared to come from the Broad-street
end of Vauxhall-wharf, and I went in that direction.
When I had got to No. 49, Vauxhall-wharf, I met the
three prisoners and another man, who is not in custody.
Cane went into No. 43, and Hickey into 49. The other
two ran on, and I went on to the spot where I found the
deceased lying on the ground bleeding. He appeared
to be quite unconscious. and I assisted in conveying him
to the Queen's Head. I afterwards went with the other
constables and arrested Hickey and Cane at No. 49.
Hickey had blood on his face and hands, and when asked
bow it came there, he said his nose had been bleeding.
The blood was on his forehead trickling down his cheek.
Be went quietly through the house, but resisted
at the door. Botb, however, were secured and taken to
the station. W hen Hickey got there he took
a handkerchief off his neck and gave it to me. I told him
that he bad better wear it, but he said no, ho did not want
it. He was drunk, but he could both walk and talk.

Cross-examined by Mr. PARNELL—I had known them
by name before, but my impression i 3 I had seen them
together at the White Lion public-house, Vauxhall, a
few nights previous.
Thomas Streames, another police-constable, gave cor-
roborative evidence.
Robert Sharp, the landlord of the White Lion public-
house in Vauxhall, deposed that the prisoners Cane and
Hickey were at his house from nine o'clock on Sunday
evening the 4th ult. until half-past twelve on the morning
of the sth of May. They were quite sober when they left.
Cross-examined—Hickey was not dressed as he is
now, but wore a bat, with cord trousers and cord coat.
A man named Clarey was with the prisoner. He was
dressed in a black frock coat. Clarey before this oc-
currence was a frequent visitor to the White Lion, but
since then he had disappeared. The prisoners worked
at the gas-works, and up to the time of being taken into
custody they bore excellent characters. Clarey had
been out of work, and a meeting of his countrymen was
held at the White Lion to make a collection for him,
as he had been a long time out of work. There were
as many as forty men and about twenty women pre-
sent, but the prisoners being the last in the house he
had more opportunity of observing them.
Streames was recalled, and stated that when Hickey
was arrested he was dressed the same as he was then.

Michael Connor, who resides at 49, Vauxhall- wharf,
was also at the White Lion on the Sunday evening,
where he saw the three prisoners. He left at a quarter
past twelve, and the prisoners remained behind.
Cross-examined—Hickey wore a dark cord jacket.
William Nichol, examined by Mr. RYLARD—I am a
police-constable' and I arrested M'Elliott about half-
past one, at the door of No. 49. On the way to the
station-house he asked me what I had taken him for. I
Bad when we got to the station-house the inspector
would tell him. He replied that he knew nothing of the
murder, but I had said nothing to him about any
murder. _ _

William Gough, another police-constable, stated that
about 9 o'clock on the morning of the sth, he went to
two gardens in Vauxhall-wharf, and found that some of
the stones in the surrounding wall were missing. Later
in the day he took some clinkers which he received from
Streames and examined them with the holes on the top
of the wall; they exactly fitted.
Streames, being recalled, said he found the clinkers
en the spot where the deceased fell, opposite Salamanca-
street. It was about an hour and a half after the de-
ceased was removed that he picked them up.
Mrs. Hans, the wife of a policeman, residing at 101,
Vauxhall-road, deposed that the clinkers produced were
similar to those that surrounded her husband's garden.
She saw the wall about half-past 10 on the Sunday, and
it was then complete. The next day, when she examined
the wail, some of the stones were gone and she found
foot marks, as if people had jumped over.
Mr. Theodore Edward Lad, a surgeon residing at
Walworth-place, Lambeth, examined by Mr. RYLAND—
I was called up to see the deceased at his own house. It
was nearly three o'clock, and I found him nearly insen-
sible. His face was very much bruised, and on his right
eyebrow there was a lacerated wound. On the left side
of his head there was an extensive wound penetrating
to the bone, pressing on the brain. These wounds were
bleeding, and he was also bleeding from the nose and
ears. I ordered him to be taken to the hospital. I heard
afterwards of his death. The cause of death I should
imagine would be the fracture on the skull.
Mr. Watkins Reece, examined by Mr. CLARICE—I was
hospital surgeon to Guy's Hospital when the deceased
was brought there on the sth of May. He was quite in-
sensible, and died in about a quarter of an hour after-
wards. On a post-mortem examination it was found that
there were five lacerated contused wounds, varying in ex-
tent and size. The blows must have been numerous. I
attribute the death to an extensive fracture on the left
side of the skull. The stones produced would have in-
flicted the injuries.
This closed the evidence for the prosecution.
The case was preepedina when our report left.

BO `y-ST ItEET.-(THIS DAY.)
William Anderton, a cab-driver, was charged before
Mr. Jardine with the following robbery at the Clarence
Hotel, Charing-cross. On Wednesday, the 11th inst.,
one of the porters of the hotel, William Phipps, saw the
prisoner come in from the street, and walk deliberately
behind the counter. In a few moments afterwards
Phipps saw him go out again with a coat partly con-
cealed under his own; the witness knew that coat to be
one belonging to himself. Ho followed the prisoner into
the street and gave him into custody.
He was fully committed for trial, and as several men,
apparently cab-drivers, had annoyed Phipps in the streets
since the robbery, and threatened him in a savage
manner if ho should not forego the prosecution,
Mr. JARDINE directed the police to give the prosecu-
tor every protection in their power, and to bring before
him any person whom Phipps should point out as having
molested him.

mARLBRO'-STREET—(THIS DAY.)
A DRUNKEN FREAR.—Captain Phillips, of the 43d
Foot, was charged before M.r. Hardwick, with being
drunk, and stealing a cab from the rank in the Hay-
market.
Boyce, 181 C., said he was on duty last night in the
Haymarket, when he saw the prisoner, who was very
drunk, driving a cab up the street at a furious rate. A
cabman was running after him, calling out that he (pri-
soner) had stolen his cab.
.Witness pursued him as far
as the circus, and took him into custody.
The defendant, who pleaded intoxication as the cause
of his stran4e conduct, was fined 205., which he imme-
diately paid.

THE GREAT EXHIBITION.
(THIS DAY.)
A considerable increase in the number of half-crown
visitors was manifest this morning over last Friday.
At twelve o'clock 14,08 S persons had passed in, of whom
7,199 entered in the first hour.

ST. PETER'S COLLEGIATE SCHOOL IN CONNEXION
WITH KING'S COLLEGE, LoNDoN. - Yesterday the distribu-
tion of prizes took place at this highly patronised establish-
ment, by the Rev. J. H. Hamilton, and the profi-
ciency of the scholars in every branch of learning gave strong
evidence of the superior system of tuition pursued by its
head masters, tt. e Rev. Dr. Wilson and the Rev. J. Wil-
son, M.A. The names of the successful competitors were,
Masters B. Webster, W. S. Webster (sons of Mr. B. Web-
ster), Shipman, Wilson, Hadley, Baillie, Salter, Pass, Had-
ley, jun., Robinson, Imrie, Ince, Covey, Handcock, Power,
Boileau, Comrie, Scott, Carey, Fuller, Love, Maples, Jones,
Daller, Keith, Ekin, Bedford, Goodban, Maples, Masson,
Vines. After the awards of merit, recitations were very
ably given by the pupils,
in Hebrew, Greek, Latin, French,
German, and English.
The exhibition of the drawings, in
various styles, in water colours, crayon, and pencil, reflected
the highest credit on the pupils for their proficiency, and on
Mr. Varley, the master of this department, for the system of
tuition pursued. Altogether, we have seldom witnessed a
greater display of intelligence, alike gratifying to both the
masters and parents.

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HOLYHEAD HARBOUR.—The Chester and Holy-
head Railway Company are forming a wharf in the inner
harbour at Holyhead, at the terminus of the double line of
railway near the quay, for the purpose of meeting the con-
templated facilities for the Irish traffic in cattle, It is
anticipated that in a short time a large amount of Irish
cattle will be forwarded to the English markets 'rid Holy-
head. The period has arrived for the transfer of the com-
pany's steamers to the City of Dublin Steam Company, who
for the future will perform the mail, passenger, and cargo
service between Holyhead and Dublin. No alteration will be
made is the time of (Ailing of the express steamers.

LITERATURE.
CASA GUIDI WINDOWS. A Poem. By
Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Chapman and Ball.
Ittenembering, as we did, so many exquisite effn-
sions from the nand of our authoress, we welcomed
with all eagerness the verses contained in the present
volume, immediately on their first appearance. It
was an additional attraction to us that they were
poetic blossoms which had bloomed in the midst of
the sunshine and the verdure of an Italian landscape.
Hence the book became to us a twofold object of fas-
cination. We imagined to ourselves in the current
of these lucubrations the luscious flavour imparted
by the ripening influences of the " warm south," a
draught of—
" the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth!"
In no respect have our anticipations been realized.
" Casa Guidi Windows," as the work of one who has
already given indications of genius, has in fact
yielded us only the most painful and vexatious disap-
pointment. Its argument is incoherent throughout,
its diction affected, its style artificial, its whole cha-
racter that of prose jingling into rhyme without the
merit of the smoothness usually found in even com-
mon-place versification. Yet, miserable failure as the
volume is, containing as it does scarcely three pages in
any way worthy of Mrs. Browning, it has been
lauded to the skies by her mistaken eulogists, who
would cram the veriest balderdash down our throats
as poetry simply because it emanated from her pen.
Poetry, forsooth ! it this is poetry we never read one
line of poetry before, and trust most devoutly we
may never again be subjected to a similar inflict►on.
Why, a fifth form boy never perpetrated more me-
lancholy doggrel than may be encountered in profu-
fusion by just skimming over the pages haphazard.
Take the following as a sample ; it occurs in the
18th page:—

" This was he,
Savonarola, who, while Peter sank,
With his whole boat-load, called courageously,
Wake Christ ! Wake Christ ! '—who having tried the
tank
(To rhyme, of course with sank.)
Of the church-waters used for baptistry,
Ere Luther lived to spill them, said they stank !"
Poetry ! The praise lavished upon stuff like this is
ignominy scattered over the ashes of the really illustri-
ous. But it may be argued by those who are infa-
tuated into the indulgence of a blind admiration that we
are unfairly extracting injurious specimens prepense.
In testimony of the contrary, take the very opening
lines of this much vaunted " Casa Guidi Windows"—
" I heard last night a little child go singing,
'Neath Casa Guidi windows, by the church,

O Lelia liberta, 0 bella !' stringing
(Another word dinged in neck and crop, in defiance
of all euphony, solely and exclusively for the sake of
the rhyme.)
The same words still on notes he went in search,

So high tor,
(Rather blundering that : a sixpenny dictionary
might have suggested of as more grammatical.)
you concluded•the upspringing
Of such a nimble bird to sky from perch," &c.

(Perch, just in the same way to chime with search
and church.) . . . .

-
Occasionally, moreover, the text runs into the
baldest prose, recounting the most obvious matters
of course. As, where gazers from the casements are
spoken of—
" By whom, if flower or kerchief were thrown out,
From any lattice, then the same would fall
Into the river underneath, no doubt.'

No doubt ! the reader answers like an echo. How
solemn in its arresting awfulness also is that passage
in which the writer points out the shade of the buried
Buonarrotti, beginning flippantly—" That's Michael
Angelo !" Indeed. What shall be said likewise in
extenuation of such a fragment as that in which Mrs
Browning speaks
"Of poets sonneteering in their sleep
'Neath the pale olives, which droop, tickling some
On chin and foreheadfrom a dream too deep," &c.?

It is because we see a volume crowded with speci-
mens of this kind of composition panegyrised as a
master-piece of poetic eloquence, and held up as a
model of mingled grace and sublimity it is
because we hear it designated by all the
most encomiastic words in the phraseology of
literary vassalage, and because we see these
things, and at the same time love and reverence in
our heart of hearts such poems as the "Lycidas" of
Milton, or the " Alastor" of Shelley, or the " Lusiad"
of Camoens, or the " Colin Clout" of Spenser,
or the " Fridoline" of Schiller, and because we
regard works like these as poetry, that we must pro-
test, with all the emphasis of which emotion can
render us capable, against those who would compel
us to bend the knee in homage before a book like
" Casa Guidi Windows." True, no doubt, a woman
like Mrs. Browning could not exactly write two or
three hundred pages of versification, however indif-
ferent they might be in the aggregate, without scat-
tering over them occasionally a clever thought or an
ingenious expression. But, simply because at p. 7
we find the dawn described as " haggard like the
sleepless," and because at page 22 we find it observed
that " happy accident turns holy art," and because at
page 2 the national songs of the Roman Peninsula
are designated " pangs sheathed into music," therefore
we are not bound to accept the mass of wearisome
and stilted affectations in which these minute atoms
of excellence are almost lost sight of altogether, as a
masterpiece of divine eloquence and preternatural
inspiration. Yet in these extravagant and hyperbo-
lical terms of panegyric the volume before us has
been mentioned, and our present emphasis of con-
demnation is attributable to the disgust with which
we have noticed this ill-judged servility of criticism
to an empty name upon an indifferent title-page. It
is this contemptible spirit of subserviency to mere
reputation, which tends to cast such a malign and de-
generating influence over literature—criticism, more-
over, being thrown into contempt by its indiscriminate
regard for *aerie and its abject attention to mere
favouritism. To such an absurdity have we seen this
wretched evidence of infatuation carried in the in-
stance now under consideration, that we have observed
italicised such lines as the following—italicised as spe-
cimens of poetic ability
blashed our sleeves like patriots, nor foreswore
The true Republic in the form of hats.

We did not fight
Exactly, we fired muskets up the void.
To show that victory was ours of right.

We proved that Austria was dislodged, or would,
Or should be, and that Tuscany in arms.
Should, would, dislodge her in high hardihood."
And so on inexhaustibly drenching us with the di-
luted balderdash, and calling it forsooth by that divine
appellation which belongs of right only to the sweetest
and the wisest utterances of humanity. Gladly do
we turn from such trash as makes up the bulk of
these vaunted quotations to the subjoined passage, one
which stands forth conspicuously as one of nervous
and thoughtful beauty. The writer is speaking of
violets strewn over the grave of Savonarola.
" We, who aro the seed
Of buried creatures, if we turned and spate
Upon our antecedents, we were vile.
Bring violets rather! If these had not walked
Their furlong, could we hope to walk our mile?
Therefore bring violets! Yet if we, self-baulked,
Stand still a-strewing violets all the while,
These had as well not moved, ourselves not talked
Of these. So rise up with a cheerful smile,
And, having strewn the violets, reap the corn,
And, having reaped and garnered, bring the plough
And draw new furrows 'neath the healthy morn,
And plant the great Hereafter in this Now."
A vigorous outburst like this we can admire, but not
those spurious exclamations, which, coming from the
lips of our authoress, are mistaken by her worshippers
for the blended oracles of a poet and a metaphysician.
Two metaphors, and two only out of the whole book,
appear to us to be in any way deserving of com-
mendation : the first where it is prettily said—
" I wove these stuffs so subtly that the gold
Swims to the surface of the silk like cream,
And curdles to fair patterns;"
the second where, speaking in a grander mood, and
with a voice more powerful in its resonance, it is re-
marked—
" This model of a steam-ship moves your wonder?
You should behold it crushing down the brine,
Like a blind Jove who feels his way with thunder."
Elsewhere we come upon such very dilapidated
figures of speech as (at page 46) that about the lion
shaking from his mane the dewdrops. Once, and
only once, Mrs. Browing rises from the dead level of
her present mediocrity and writes as formerly wrote
the vigorous hand of Elizabeth Barrett. It is where
she pronounces, in numbers not unworthy of her
oCvhearr les
one Agl
rbaevret oaf
an
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trhdui nms i
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theme, the funeral panegyric of the late hero-king,
nfitiStnl
Another is
yhelihe:ais been lamenting
At Genoa, where a king"
Who bursting that heroic heart of his
At lost Novara, that he could not die,
Though thrice into the cannon's eyes for this
He plunged his shuddering steed, and felt the sky
Reel back between the fire-shocks;—stripped away a-
The ancestral ermine ere the smoke had cleared,
And naked to the soul, that none might say
His kingship covered what was base and bleared
With treason, he went out an exile, yea,
An exiled patriot! Let him be revered.
" Yea, verily, Charles Albert has died well:
And if he lived not all so, as one spoke,
The sin pass softly with the passing bell.
For ha was shriven, I think, in cannon smoke,
And taking off his crown, made visible
A hero's forehead. Shaking Austria's yoke
He shattered his own hand and heart. So best,'
His last words were upon his lonely bed,—
' I do not end like popes and dukes at least—
Thank God for it.' And now that he is dead,
Admitting it is proved and manifest
That he was wortby, with a disorowned head,

NLiN

To measure heights with patriots, let them stand
Beside the mln in his Oporto shroud,

And each vouchsafe to take him by the hand,
And kiss him on the cheek, and say aloud,
Tnou, too, haat suffered for our native land!
My brother, thou art one of US. Be proud.' "
Very noble and beautiful is this, and worthy of a
woman's heart, and a woman's intellect, and a
woman's enthusiasm. Nevertheless, twenty lines
even though they be as meritorious as the foregoing,
are insufficient to redeem a volume which is other-
wise worthless as a specimen of tedious and affected
versification. Considered, moreover, in regard to its
design, the work must be denied all claim—even the
faintest—to originality, it being literally neither more
nor less than a very hoarse amen, croaked somewhat
tardily to the aspirations syllables in the " Roman"
of Sydney Yendys. Altogether the book is calculated
in no manner to extend Mrs. Browning's popularity,
tending, we believe, on the contrary, very seriously to
deteriorate her reputation.

THE EASTERN COUNTIES RAILWAY
ILLUSTRATED GUIDE. James Truscott.

Railway companies generally would do well to
emulate the enterprise evinced in the present publi-
cation. In it are described, in a very lively and
graphic manner, the various localities noticeable along
the line of the Eastern Counties Railroad, the letter-
press being agreably interspersed with woodcuts, re-
presenting the principal features of the double pano-
rama of landscapes. A species of vignette displays
" our starting train" at the commencement of the
narrative. Further on we have a sketch of the
Bishopsgate Station ; and before quitting the pre-
cints of the metropolis we catch glimpses of
the Victoria Park gates and of Bow-bridge,
passing on until we arrive at the Stratford
works, and turning on to the main line at the Strat-
ford Junction. Tottenham Cross is not overlooked,
neither are the Waltham Abbey gates, or Waltham
Abbey itself, Rye House, or Broxbourne. To the
travelled reader it will be interesting after this to
note successively Nether Hall and Nell Gwynn's
House, Audley End, and the little town of Saffron
Weldon. Arrived at Cambridge, we find sprinkled
over the descriptive chapters relating to that Uni•
versity, cuts of King's College, of the view from
Castle-bill, of St. sepulchre's, of King's College
Chapel, of Trinity, of St. John's, and of Clare Hall.
Ely is the next engraving, and opposite to this comes
one of Ely Cathedral. Several drawings of spots
well known at Norwich are given immediately after-
wards,
such as the market-place, the castle, the Nor-
man
tower, Pull's ferry, the bridge, and station, with
one or two of the ancient gateways. Thorpe is the
next place particularized, and afterwards comes a
capital view of the quay side at Yarmouth. Together I
with these are clever little woodcuts of the column, of
the jetty, of the market-place, and of the canal.
Somerley ton, Lake Lothing, and Lowestoft, are de-
picted both in a literary and pictorial manner with much
exactitude. Connected with the engraving of Lowes-
toft are minor ones of the bridge and harbour, of the
beach and pilot station, and of High Light. Romford
is then reached, and thence, through Epping Forest,
we come upon the pretty little village of Chigweil,
renowned as the scene of so many romantic occur-
rences described in Charles Dickens's " Barnaby
Rudge." Chelmsford is, represented hard by in two
views, and is closely followed by Maldon, with a
glimpse of the Maldon railway station. Braintree
and Colchestor are next perceived, with a sketch of
the railway station at the latter place, and others of
St. Botolph's Priory, of Wix Belfry, of Mr. Bag-
shaw's house (both interior and exterior), of the
Landguard Fort, and the Club-house. Then we
behold The Brinks, with engravings of the Corn-
market, and of the outside and inside of Peterborough
Cathedral. On reaching Hertford, the excursionist
has his attention directed to the castle and college,
and so passing pleasantly from terminus to terminus,
becomes familiarized with the whole route of the
Eastern Counties Railway. As a specimen of the
charmingly anecdotal and gossiping style in which
the guide has been written throughout, we trans-
cribe the following note entire, as it occurs at pages
22 and 23, on the occasion of its being observed that
Trinity College, Cambridge, has in modern times pro-
duced two of the greatest geniuses in their respective
walks that England, or probably the whole of Europe,
possesses :