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

Throughout the story the reader has reason to ad-
mire the firm bearing, the unselfish conduct, and
pure motives of the heroine. With one thing and
another she had a great deal to try her t:t the ut-
most, but she (lid not fail in small any mc,re than
great virtues, which is so often the case in difficul-
ties of a domestic nature. Diana was an example
to all circumstanced similarly ; she showed patience
and perseverance, two qualities very hard to bring
to perfection. This is a narrative that will attract
those who are pleased with the tales involved in
mystery, and containing secrets of a momentous
importance. The upright character of the heroine
preserves the integrity of the plot from becoming
a mere maze of hidden actions. Considerable in-
genuity is shown in the working together of small
events, and the chance occurrences of daily life to
bring about the denouement. It is all naturally
done, and unexpectedly discovered, as is so often
the case in real life, when great changes occur.
"Diana Wynyard," in its style, has, therefore,
great claims on the notice of novel readers.

I Randal Vaughan ; or, Self in Self-Sacrifice. By
C. Warren Adams. 2 vols. T. Cantley
Newby.
The author informs us that it is his first effort in
fiction, and regarding it in that light it merits
, high praise as a very promising commencement.
He had intended that the work should have been
produced under the editorship of his father, the
late Mr. Sergeant Adams. Circumstances having
prevented it he now solicits the indulgence of the
public for his unassisted efforts. This indulgence,
however, is not much needed. There are not
many of the faults which usually attend a first
work of fiction. There are, of course, minor points
which call for criticism, there are some decided im-
probabilities, and some exaggerated characters ;
but the plot is somewhat original, the incidents
novel, and the whole story not devoid of interest.
The style also is clear and straightforward,
without any of those mystical metaphysics and
elaborate reasonings that are now beginning
to intrude themselves into prose as well as poetry.
The chief features of the story are simple. The
hero is a young lawyer who has become attached
to the cousin of his only friend, Herbert, but does
not feel himself justified in declaring his affection
owing to his poverty: He, therefore, forsakes her
society, and devotes himself to the study of his
profession, and the pursuit of legal success for
three years. At the end of that time, after many
intervening events, he finds himself in a position
to authorise him to come forward as the suitor of
the Lady Edith. He hastens to her father's house
with the intention of renewing his friendship, but
is met by the direful news of the arrest of his
friend Herbert, the earl's nephew and heir, for
implication in Chartist conspiracies. He hastens
to the prison, and finds thab some unfortunate in-
discretions, aided by the malice of au old enemy,
has placed Herbert in danger of conviction as one
of the Chartist ringleaders. He also discovers that
his friend had successfully rivaled him in Edith's
affections, and that his own hopes, preserved through
so many years of delay and difficulty, are
doomed to disappointment. However, his is
a noble and generous nature, and after the
first shock is over he determines to devote himself
to the happiness of his friend, and undertakes the
management of his cause. The fatigue and anxiety
he undergoes in his pursuit of a missing witness
bring on a dangerous illness, from which he with
difficulty rouseshimself to appear at the trial. The
important evidence which he has obtained, aided
by his own skill, procures for his friend a tri-
umphant acquittal. But when the need for exer-
tion is past the overtasked energies of Randal
Vaughan give way, and after consoling his friend
who has discovered his secret, and expressing his
satisfaction, he dies. What is meant by the second
title of the book is not exactly clear, as certainly
the sacrifices of Randal Vaughan exhibit no signs
of self-seeking. There are many other characters
in the story, some of which play a prominent part.
Altogether these two volumes furnish enough en-
tertainment to repay the reader for their perusal,
and evidence sufficient ability to encourage the
writer to further efforts.

Deep in. thl Forest. Ballad by Venie Medhurit.
The Gift of Song. Ballad by Venie Medhunt.
Chappell, New Bond street.

These two publications may be classed among the
"pretty" musical novelties on our table. As youth
and a good complexion form a warrant to apply the
same adjective to a young lady, so a fresh
title and smooth lbw of notes constitute
the claims in most of our modern ballads.
Of the two before us_ we
,prefer " Deep in the
Forest." The air is pleasing and easy, and well
adapted to the powers of medism voices. The
words might have been somewhat better, but pro-
bably the title of 'the second ballad was not in the
posse-sion of the writer of the first. The songs are
elegantly got up, and we can recommend them to
the notice of those who admire the "pretty" style
of composition.

IRELAND.

DUBLIN, SATURDAY MORNING.

'FRE SADLEIR FAMILY.

A Tipperary paper (the Vindicator) sates, as a
general rumour, that Mr. James Sadleir, who
stands charged by the Master of the Rolls as being
a principal in the gigantic frauds and swindles of
his brother John, has fled to Sweden or Norway,
where, in the absence of an international law, the
fugitive is safe from arrest. The Vindicator
adds :

"A deputation calling on Mr. James Sadleir to re-
sign his seat in Parliament could scarcely find his where•
abouts under these circumstances ; and he has not, it
would appear, intimated a desire to give up his place in
the House of Commons, notw ithstan ling the disgraceful
situation he occupies in the re4ards of the whole
world. Until recent revelations developed plunder
unprecedented in the annals of villany, it was believed
that Mr. James Sadleir possessed no guilty acquaint-
anceship with the robberies of kis late brother. The

fact now appears to be otherwise ; end though it was
asserted and believed, bebre the prodtrami and pub-
lication of the astounding letter of John, that James was
anxious for the fullest inquiry into his cwn conduct
in relation to the Tippa.ary Bank, &c., and though it is
asserted be made exculpatory revelations to Master
Murphy, he now, however, speeds his way from judi-
cial investigation, and taking precautions to keep his
person out of the reach of the officers of ju,tice is cot.
veyed north s arils, it is supposed, in a vessel employed
for that purpose. Meantime the country does not move!
Discontent, bitterness, and anger are widespread.
Those who confided are basely betrayed. Those who be-
lieved it impossible that guilt could have attached t 3
James Sadleir now discover he bears a great part in the
felonious transactions of his late brother. Those who
initiated the movement for the county meeting are ap-
prehensive that there may be some hesitation or want of
unanimity in naming a candidate. Taey have thought
it better, therefore, to leave matters to their course for
the present."

Speaking of the recent revelations concerning
the Kingston property, the Nation observes that
the case of the Earl of Dredlington, in the hands
of Oily Gammon—that most perfect prototype of
John Sadleir—is a poor thing in comparison with
the real unfortunate earl, who has been for the last
ten years the victim of vampires
" The Kingstons (continues the Nation) are a family
more or less fond of follies for the last three or four
generations. One of them published a book upon
Mexico so superbly printed, so magnificently illustrated,
so gorgeously got up, that a copy could not be sold for
less than 100 guinea.. Another built a fine square of
almshouses for decayed gentry, which is the first charge
upon the remaining estate. In the utter decay of the
plundered family, this very place seems likely to be the
fate of some of its members. The last lord but one
built, at most extravagant expense, one of the grandest
castles in all Ireland. It sits in its stately splendour
on a fair, oak-studded bill fronting the Galtee moun-
tains. The quaint Moorish tower and long buttress
wall, the rich library, the lofty baronial hall, the
chamber that was laid for a king, the garden that
has grown into a wilderness of exotics, have lain
there for years and years, as much Mr. John Sad-
leir's tenement as his chamber in the Albany or his
office in Great Denmark-street. He had given the
key of the place, the run of the demesne, and the
sweating of the tenants to a young gentleman, some
distant cousin of his—a very pretty fief for one of
that omnivorous clan. And now this strange Mitchels-
town mystery will be unfolded—how the old lord was
induced to sign the documents, binding himself as help-
lessly in John Sadleir's power ,as if he were his born
bond slave ; and what became of the princely revenues
of that splendid estate, the rents, and the fines on the
liberal leases that helped, it was said, to get John Sad-
leir a good tenant-right character in the county of Cork ;
and the loans that were never paid by the Tipperary
Bank, and the loan that was paid by the Insurance
Company to the Tipperary Bank, and that sank there
as water sinks in a sieve—all this, in various romantic
detail, will doubtless appear."