The Sun.
London, England, 1856-07-04 00:00:00

COLONIAL.

LLOYD'S SHIPPING.--(This Day.)

LONDON, July 4.—Wind this day at noon, N.W. ;
light wind, and fine weather.
...

PORTSM
OUTII, July 3.—Wind S. --Arrived—Adelaide
(s tpt.), from the Crimea; Victoria (s. tpt.), Balaklava ;
Britannia (s. tpt.), Cork. Sailed—Anna Elizabeth, for
Hong Kong.
PLYMOUTH, July 3.—Wind S.S.E.—Arrived—H.M.S.
Joan d'Acre, from Portsmouth. Sailed—H.M.Str. Acorn,
for coast of Africa.
_

ALMOUTH, July 3.—Wind. E.—Arrived—Trent, from
Akyab ; Maria, Rio Janeiro ; Prussian brig Thetis and
Prussian sloop-of-war, eastward.
NEWPORT, July 3.—Wind E.—Arrived—Principe, from
Havre, for St. Thomas.

(PER ELECTRIC, TELEGRAPH.)
SOUTHAMPTON, Friday Morning.
Arrived—Purveyor, from Swanage ; Avon and Tiber,
Cardiff; Gertrude and Hope, Newport.
Sailed—Effort, for Sunderland ; George, Newport.
Tho steam transport Severn passed Hurst, en route to
Portsmouth, at 8 a.m.

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LIVERPOOL, Friday Morning.
Wind N.
Arrived—Giaour,' from Antwerp ; Chicago, St. John's,
N.B. ; St Patrick, screw steamer. Malta ; Sea Nymph,
screw steamer, Gibraltar ; Eleanor Thompson, Porto
Rico; Sagitario, Hamburg.
Sailed—Vocalist, for Sydney, New South Wales ;
liam M. Rodgers, New York ; Alps, steamer Havre and
New York ; China, Baltimore ; Conquest, Callao ; Reine
des Anges, Marseilles.
QUEENSTOWN, July 2.

Wind S.S.W.
Arrived—Norther❑ Queen, from Callao ; Bessie and
Sagittarius, Piraeus ; Mentor, Emma Dreg, and Eudora,
Galatz.
Sailed—Lismoyne, for 'long kong.
WATERFORD, July 2.
Wind N.N.E.
Arrived—Mara, steamer, from Athens.
DUBLIN, July 3.

Wind N.N.W.
Arrived—Daddler, from Jaffa.

(BY SUBMARINE AND BRITISH TELEGRAPH.)
GRAVESEND, Friday, 9.38 a.m.
Wind calm ; tide, first hour's flood ; fine.
Arrived.—Esperance, from Tonsberg.
Sailed July 3.—Kielmanaegge, for liarbourg.
Sailed, 4th.—Biesboch, for Batavia.
DEAL, Thursday, 9.25. a.m.

Wind N.E.,
Passed, July 3.—Sultana, from London, for Sydney ;
Portia, barque, from Shields, for Malta.
Passed 4th.— Lord Stanley, from Callao, for London, to
leeward ; Cambodia, from London, for Calcutta ; Sea
Park, from London, for Madras.
The Plymouth Rock, from London for New York, did
not strike on the bank off here on the 30th ult., as stated
in Lloyd's List of the 2d inst., as reported by some person
not connected with this office.

PARLIAMENTARY COMMITTEE.—METROPOLIS ROADS.
—This committee met yesterday ; Lord Robert Gros-
venor in the chair. After a short discussion, it was
agreed that they should report to the house, and ask
leave to resume their inquiry in the next session of Par-
liament. _

FIRE AT SOMERS Tows.—Yesterday afternoon a fire
broke out on the premises of Mr. J. Mansford, clothier
and outfitter, 9, Skinner-street, Somers-town. Owing
to the inflammable nature of the stock, the flames were
not subdued until after two hours' active exertion. The
whole of the stock in trade, furniture, &c., was destroyed,
and the premises nearly gutted. Mr. Mansford was in-
sured in the Sun Office. The cause of the fire is not
known.

Au egregious mistake all this—a flagrant example
of most erroneous anticipations !
The book is admirable, from first to last really
admirable. It is the voice of Heinrich Heine
himself we are listening to, the same voice
through another tongue, different in word
but not in thought, and most like, strangely
marvellously like in its variable and dulcifluous
modulations ! Henceforth, Wallis will be to us a
name of good omen. For already one artist of that
name, an artist of the brush has rejoiced our
eyes and touched our heart profoundly by his
exquisite representation of the Suicide of Chatter-
ton, one of the most remarkable pictures now
adorning the Royal Academy Exhibition. Another
artist of the same name, an artist of the pen (John
E. Wallis) has through the medium of this charm-
ing volume of translation conveyed to the ea•s of
lettered Englishmen unversed in the original, the
melody as well as the meaning of Heinrich Heine's
" Book of Songs," Buch der Lieder—those
songs which are so to speak his pass-
ports to immortality the unfading bloom
the imperishable aroma of that supreme
efflorescence of his genius, the work which may be
regarded as the type of his powers, the great book
of the Peisebilder. Among all his various and volu-
minous writings—" Almansa," and "Radcliffe,"
and " Salon," and " Nene Gedechte," and " Ro-
manzero," his " Romantische Schule," his " Ver-
mischt Schrif ten," and his " Gestanduisse"—this
one important production, his Reisebilder stands
forth conspicuously and characteristically. And
what the Reisebilder was considered in regard to
HeinrichHeine'slintellect, his Buda der Lieder may
be said to have been, when vie wed in relation to the
Reisebilder. It was the " cream of the cream"—the
quintessence of the quintessence. A translation
of the poetry of the " Reisebilder" has already ap-
peared in the English language, a version penned
some time since by Mr. C. G. Leland, and re-
cently published at Philadelphia. With that
version, however, we have nothing to do beyond
simply mentioning it thus, as a thing accomplished.
The translation for the most part having been
written so long ago, Mr. Wallis tells us in his Pre-
face, as 1840, rests altogether (in spite of the prior
issue of Mr. Leland's volume from the press of
Philadelphia), entirely and wholly upon a basis of
perfect independence. Produced originally, as we
have said, in 1840 (sixteen years ago), when our
translator was a student at a German university,
it was only revised and arranged at the suggestion
of a German friend (revised and arranged in Ger-
many) as recently as 1852, and four years more
were then allowed to elapse before the time actu-
ally came at last for its substantive publication.
Then poor Heine was no more—the eight dreadful
years during which he had been slowly dying in
Paris had come to an end—and there was a term
at length to his tears and to his laughter. Hap-
pily for those who can but read Heinrich Heine's
" Book of Songs" at second hand, through the
interpreting of a Translator, Mr. ;Wallis appears
to have set about his task from the outset with a
most accurate and lively sense of the great require-
ments of a translator—those of reconciling or ad-
justing as ingeniously as possible " the letter, the
spirit, and the melody of the original." How far
he has succeeded in this endeavour let the volume
before us answer, a goodly volume extending to
350 pages octavo, and embracing the whole of the
Famous "Songs" first collected into one " Book "
in 1827—the " Songs" lamenting the vain passion
of the poet for the blue-eyed, light-haired, pretty-
faced, ladye-love who, to sum up her qualities in
three words, was small, cold, and insignificant.
What poetry there is in these Songs ! What pas-
sion—what pathos—whatj oy—what anguish—what
tenderness ! How grotesque they are—how spon-
taneous ! They make us weep one moment! and the
next shake ourside with merriment. Heinrich Heine
loves—Ah, how he loves ! The Book tells us. It
tell us by the pages blotted and blurred with his
tears—for he loves, as we have said, in vain ! It
tells us by the hand sometimes covering his face
suddenly to hide the grief, a grief too sacred for
revelation. Listen to him ! Here is ono of his
" Songs" (viii.), but four lines in all—
" At first I fancied in despair
I ne'er could learn my fate to bear,
Yet I have learn'd to bear it now—
But, oh I you must not ask me how I"

Now by a quaint imagining, analogous somewhat
to that of Professor Longfellow :

" And•our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still like muffled drums are beating
Funeral marches to the grave—"
he amuses his agony of mind by singing—

" Love, lay thy hand on my bosom here ;
List what a knocking and noise is there.
There dwells a carpenter strange to see;
He hammers a coffin that's meant for me.
He knocks and hammers both night and day ;
He's driven already my sleep awry.
Oh, master carpenter, hasten fast,
That I may slumber and rest at last."

Another while, among his wilder and fiercer
"Dreams," ho cries out to a harp, in the voice of
a harper perched upon his tombstone—
" Know ye, ye strings, so sad, so still,
The strain that wildly used to thrill
Our hearts in the world above?
'Tie heavenly bless where the avels dwell,
The devils they call it the pain of Hell
But its name on earth is LovE."
A nightmare of woe reveals his love to him at
another moment, seated by the side of her rejoicing
bridegroom—
" The bridegroom fills the goblet up;
He drinks, and gives the bride the cup ;
With sweetest smile, I see her thank—
And, woe is me ! my blood she drank !
A rosy apple from the board
The bride presents unto her lord ;
Ho takes his knife, the fruit to part,-
- Ah, me !he cuts into my heart !
They mingle glances fond and warm,
The bridegroom clasps her in his arm ;
On her fair check his kisses glow,
O Death ! thy icy kiss 1 know."
Sometimes we cannot but conjecture that Mr.
Wallis allows himself unconsciously to wander into
imitation, as in his version of " Don Ramiro,"
beginning " Donna Clara ! Donna Clara," and re-
minding one of the " Lady Clara Vere de Vere" of
Tennyson. Sometimes, on the other hand, Heine
himself reminds us (may be to him no less uncon-
sciously) of others—as through his " Lay of Re-
pentance" we catch a glimpse as it were of the con-
ceits of Cowley, or through his " Lay of the
Ducats," revive our memory of Hood's ever-me-
morable Miss Kielmansegge. How wondrously he
paints his own features and his own inner character
at times, this uncompromising satirist—satirist
even of his own foibles ! Does he not acknowledge
once in the opening of a sonnet addressed to his
brother, B. Heine, née von Geldern—
" I know I bear my head somewhat too high,
My hasty temper no'er a cross will brook ;
Should a king seek to daunt me with his look,
I should encounter him with steadfast eye."

Crying out at another moment, as in extenuation,
or at least in explanation of his sardonic bitterness
of spirit :
"I sought love everywhere, at every gate
I stretch'd my hands out with a yearning sigh,
And begg'd a little love for charity ;
But mockingly they only gave me hate."
Altogether the " Book of Songs" must be accepted,
as Heinrich Heine himself intimates, as the pro-
duct of a minstrel whose heart is wounded—
" And who from his inmost bosom
Pours, like blood, his tuneful lays,—
He is victor, and his guerdon
From the fairest, sweetest praise."

His weepings, even, he reminds us, in another
part, are eloquent—
" Wbere'er my bitter tear-drops fall,
The fairest flowers arise ;
And into choirs of nightingales
Are turn'd my bosom's sighs."

As a►n example of the infinite tenderness of his

The Sub-Alpine Kingdom ; or, Experiences and
Studies in Savoy, Piedmont, and Genoa. By
Bayle St. John. London : Chapman and Hall.
Mr. Bayle St. John is a republican de la vieile.
He is no advocate of half measures, and in his utter
detestation of monarchy, which he looks upon as
the one "unclean thing," to be shunned at all
hazards, he regards the future of Italy as admitting
only of one ray of light, viz., the establishment of
an Italian republic, which shall comprise the Lom-
bardo-Venetian and Neapolitan Kingdoms, the
Roman States, and the dominions of Victor Em-
manuel. That no mistake may arise as to his views
our author says in his preface—" If the two foreign
armies, French and Austrian which are engaged in
protecting the oppressors of the country are driven
out to make way for anything but Liberalism . . .
I shall feel but little interest in the matter."

Now we are as little likely as any to find fault
with even a very advanced stage of Liberality in
politics, but when we find a writer like Mr. St.
John, under cover of a narrative of his Italian tour,
going out of his way to scatter dirt (and that pretty
thickly too) upon the only Italian Government
which has shown any regard for popular rights,
and asserting in a species of republican frenzy that
the very existence of monarchy has a tendency to
dwarf the intellect and demoralise the mind of a
nation, we admit there is au exalted sphere of Li-
beralism to which we have not yet attained.
The book before us is a clever and amusing work,
but to a great extent spoilt by a continual harping
on this string. As a proof of this we subjoin a few
extracts, taken almost at random, from its pages.
Apropos of one, Jean Gay, described by Mr. St.
John as a "Savoyard %Vat Tyler," the author says,
L°They (the king's party) cajoled him, and got him
into their power, and royalty would have been
faithless to its character had it not immediately
broken its faith and hanged him." And again,
—" The people who do not deserve this title (cre-
tins) are often but just removed from the same
state. In all cases the native mind seems clogged.
It turns slowly. I wonder how the country can
have produced so astute a race of sovereigns." The
next is still more absurd :—" As was natural to ex-
pect, the inhabitants of the districts where intel-
lect is but slightly developed are fervently devoted
to monarchy." It is seriously put forth, too, as
" the fundamental doctrine of European monarchy
—that when a man by any means acquires the
power of taxing or hanging at pleasure any consi-
derable number of human beings, he at once be-
comes God's representative, an his fortunes are
indissolubly bound up with those of Christianity."
" Ferocious cruelties" are stated to be the " usual
zests of royal existence," and the exeoution of
Louis the Sixteenth, is stated to be " identical
with putting out of the way a noxious animal (H-
I ferently organised from ourselves."
These extracts are taken without any particular
care in their selection, and go far to prove that
although Mr. St. John can, and often does write,
both amusing and instructive matter, the politics
incorporated therewith are of an extravagant, not
to say rabid, description.
Nor do the aristocracy fare one whit better than
the kings themselves. "There are few rich men
without the taint of nobility ; few people, there-
fore, of liberal opinions." Some of Mr. St. John's
sneers are amusing. Of La Piccolomini, whose
birth he almost forgives, ho says—" She succeeded
prodigiously at Turin. The elegant young gentle-
men from under the porticos thought it necessary
to be almost epileptic on the occasion. I never
saw anything more offensive, and was glad to be
told that many of the youths in the pit whom I
took for hairdressers and waiters were idle slips of
ari§tocracy. It is no matter what they say or do."
One more extract on this subject, and we have
done. It involves, however, a more serious charge
against tire author, who appears not merely to
palliate, but to revel in the atrocious excesses of
the first French Revolution, and to find in that of
1848 but one fault, an unwillingness to shed the
necessary amount of royal and aristocratic blood.
We can scarcely believe that it is in these terms
he speaks of the brutal massacre of women and
children, the " Noyades " and "Fusillades" of
Lyons and Marseilles. " Except when they
cleared away the aristocratic vermin last century
in France, the people in revolution have always
gone off into foolish ecstacies of forgetfulness and
forgiveness—there is nothing so imprudent as to
spare an enemy who keeps a dagger in his sleeve.
It is not now perhaps necessary to kill, but it is
certainly necessary to impoverish and banish whole
classes and orders both in Italy and elsewhere as
soon as accident gives victory to the people."
We have then given an idea of the moral de-
duced by Mr. St. John from all he saw at Pied-
mont and the adjacent territory. We respect his
ardour in the cause of Italian liberty, but we wholly
differ from his conclusion. Charles Albert it is ad-
mitted was very far from faultless. Per-
sonal ambition shared largely in the causes
which induced him to risk his life and crown
against the forces of Austria. His son, the pre-
sent King, may not be inclined to make the full
amount of confession which the popular voice of
Piedmont requires. He may be, and probably is,
yet fettered by those despotic toiners which have

These extensive grounds are nightly crowded with
fashionable company. During the past week two spe-
cial fetes have been given to compliment and amuse the
juvenile portion of its patrons, on which occasions bal-
loon ascents have taken place, the villagers' dances of
the Elizabethan days have been characteristically por-
trayed, morning performances in the cirque have been
given, in which the celebrated 111‘Cullom has engaged,
and the esplanade pier, with the advantages of water
effect, has been made available for pyrotechnic displays.
Of these days yesterday may be mentioned as the most
worthy of record for extent of amusement and amount
of patronage. It will probably be in the recollection of
many of our readers that several fetes were given here in
1851, which were termed " naval" from the fact that
they were carried out onthe:esplanade and Thames, with
the assistance of the Iron and Citizen steam boats.
These were very successful. The fete of yesterday
was of a similar character, and served to mark the
anniversary of the formation of a highly-respect-
able association, the Citizen Steam Boat Company, whose
excellent arrangements have conduced very much to the
public convenience, as well as to increase the eclat of a
public fete. _ _

By Half-past ten o'clock the whole of the boats bad
taken up their positions, and upon a signal rocket being
fired, which announced the presence of the Citizen direc-
tors, with their families and friends, the guns from the
esplanade assembled the eremorne visitors, who, preceded
by the brass band, very soon occupied every available
space upon the esplanade, the pier itself being kept clear
for the discharge of the set pyrotechnic pieces.
The firing.commenced from the pier, and for a consider-
able period the air was filled with ornamental lights of
every colour, while the fixed wheels an'? fountains gave to
the scene around tile character of a Vesuvius eruption.
The final piece, " G6d save the Queen," was worked out
with diamond lights, surrounded by showers of rockets,,
hand grenades, &c., while the boats sent forth tnyria Is of
Roman candles, and appeared to open clouds of golden fire,
which, with red lights innumerable, formed a most splen-
did tableaux, and an appropriate close to a very me-
morable public day. The balloon ascent was a most pleas-
ing one. The descent was made in perfect safety on Put-
ney Heath.

The last juvenile fete will take place on Thursday
next.

METROPOLIPAN BOARD OF WORKS.

Yesterday, at a special meeting of the Metropolitan
Board of Works, held at Guildha►l, the following Jotter
was read by the elerk :—" Office of Works, &e., July
2. S►r,—l am directed by the First Commissioner of
her Majesty's Works, &c., to forward you a copy of the
report, dated June 30, which has been presented to him
on the 'low of the tide in the river Thames, above and
below Plumstead. It is satisfactory to find that the
observations male by Captain Burstal corroborate the
accuracy of those which were made by your engineer,
under the direction of the Metropolitan Commission of
Sewers, in 1851. But the First Commissioner desires
particularly to direct your attention to one of the obser-
vations made by Captain Borstal. He showa that if
the sewage is discharged into the Thames at Piumatead
two hours before high water, which is the time proposed
by your engineer, say at 11h. 16:n., it will reach North
Woolwich pier at 125. 3m., the Dockyard Stairs at 12h.
15m., Charlton pier at 12b. 27m., Hookness at lb. 3m.
p.m., Victoria Dock at lb. 25:11,, East India Docks'at
lh. 40m. The high water then becomes slack at 2b.
12m. between the East and West India Docks, and it
returns, reaching the East India Decks at 2h. 30in., Vic-
toria Dock at 2h. 48m., Hookness at 3h. Bm., Charlton
pier at 35. 33w., Dockyard-stairs at 3h. 42w., North
Woolwich pier at 35. 52w., and Plumstead at 4h. 38w.,
thus oscillating between Plumstead and a point near the
West India Docks for five hours and 22 minutes every
tide. By the Metropolitan Act of 1855 it is provided
that `the Metropolitan Board of Works shall make
sewers and works for preventing all or any part of the
sewage within the metropolis trona flowing or passin;
into the Thames, in or near to the metropolis.' But the
scheme submitted for the approval of:the First Commis.
sioner actually provides that the sewage
,shall flow into
the Thames at a point within the metropolis. It con-
sequently follows that before any such scheme can be
carried out it will be necessary to call upo❑ Parliament
to repeal so much of the act of last session as provides
for the purification of the river Thames within the me-
tropolis. The First Commissioner feels that he cannot
undertake to do this, and, considering that the scheme
is entirely at variance with the intention of the Legisla-
ture, as set forth in the act which passed last August,
he considers it to be his duty to return the plans which
were submitted for• his approval.—l am, Sir, your obe,
dient servant, ALFRED AUSTIN, Secretary." The letter
was ordered to be taken into consideration on an early
occasion.

Mr. Layard has left Constantinople for Trieste and
Vienna.

'7Anew kind of fraud," says the Journal d'Elbeuf,
" has just been originated. Ladies' muslin collars, to
all appearance handsomely embroidered, are offered for
sale, and when the purchaser proceeds to handle the
new article a little roughly the seeming embroidery falls
off; being nothing else than little lumps of paper cleverly
pasted on the muslin. A man has been arrested in this
town for selling such articles."
GIFTS.—The cry of " What next, and next ?" has
become proverbial, and may now be applied familiarly
to that which in a very especial manner concerns the
ladies of the British Empire. It appears that a large
Muslin Warehouse had given extensive orders in variouf
colours, and amongst the articles manufactured were 'a
considerable number adapted for Half Mourning ; but it
was discovered that there is a vecia/ty with reference to
the latter, and that the business is confined to some two
or three trading Mourning houses, whose vast stock of
choice novelties identifies them in the opinion of ladies
generally with "great bargains." And therefore, as was
to be expected, the Messrs. Jay, at 247, Regent street,
became large purchasers of these Half Mourning Mills-
line. But the wonder is to come. The said Muslins are
eminently delicate in texture and beautiful in pattern,
and, however fabulous it may appear, they are selling at
little more than half a franc a yard ! Some of these
Muslins have already been purchased by personages of
the highest distinction, Truly they are "(ft. I