The Sun.
London, England, 1860-08-06 00:00:00

a careful criticism from the able pen of the Rev. F.
D. Maurice. " Tom Brown at Oxford" is as usual
a prominent feature, and it chronicles some very
important events. The examination comes on and
leaves Hardy in a place of honour, while Blake
pays the penalty of his idleness and dissipation.
This disaster is aggravated by an outrageous sup-
per party which terminates in the general disgrace
of himself and his set, Two fair ladies make their
appearance in the story, to whom Tom. assumes the
office of cavalier serviente. The navies of France
and England are discussed and compared in an
article which gives evidence of care and thought.

Body's Sports and Pastimes.—The Marquis of
Exeter is the subject for a frontispiece and bio-
graphical sketch. We are glad to find a continua-
tion of Horse-racing, by Admiral Rous, who treats
his subject in a masterly manner. From Oxford
to St. George is continued. The Experiences of
Mr. Sydney Godolphin Yahoo lead him deeper into
the favour of Miss Cameron. There is, of course, a
full account of the Thames Grand National Regatta,
Cricket, Racing Register, and other sporting intel-
ligence.

Daily's Turf Guide and Racing Register is a
useful register of the doings on the turf for the first
half of 1860.

One of Them. By Charles Lever. Chapman and

Hall.

There is nothing of much interest in the present
number. Stockman and Paten fall out about the
fair and crafty Loo, alias Mrs. Morris. An Ame-
rican panic threatens to ruin the Heathcotes.
Charley Heathcote gives up his old love, and shows
signs of taking up a new one—Mrs. Morris's sup-
posed daughter, but in reality the heiress of the
murdered Hawke This marriage will come about,
or we are much mistaken. Loo has an amusing
confab with her worthy paternity, and, for the first
time, we find Mrs. Morris speaking plainly and
straightforwardly.

The Technologist. Vol. 1., No. I. Kent and Co.
This new serial, with a somewhat abstruse title,
is likely, if well conducted, to be a work of value
and interest. It purposes to be a monthly record
of science applied to art and manufacture, and is
edited by P. Simmonds, F.S.S., author of several
works on commercial products. The following
paragraph on the use of paper and rags in China,
affords a fair sample of the condensed information
to be obtained from its pages :
The graceful and useful bamboo is the source of paper
supply in China. The paper made from its culms is suffi-
cient to meet the demands of the Chinese. It is, for the
most part, of a quality unfit for European books and news-
papers. In some places the article is manufactured with
such care as to answer even for foreign writing paper. The
Anglo-Chinese newspapers, however, find it best to import
their material from England. The paper mulberry also
contributes to the paper demand in China, and so does
rice straw. Do you ask what becomes of the cast• off, or,
rather, fallen-off, garments of the uncounted millions of
China ? The world of letters can derive no aid from
Chinese rags, until leather becomes more abundant in that
country. Crispin claims them all for soles ; the shoes of
China have soles an inch thick, formed of suitably prepared
rags, faced with a thin strip of leather.

Plain or _Ringlets (Bradbury and Evans)
is concluded. Rosa catches a tartar. She throws
over Mr. Bunting because, although he has an
estate in Scotand, he has no castle, as she sup-
posed, and marries the banker's son ; but the bank
stops payment on the day of her wedding, and Mr.
Bunting's estate turns out a treasure, being a mine
of wealth. Mr. Boyston, alias the Tory, marries
the widow, who keeps a rather tight hand on him,
docks his corn (i.e. wine), wants Billy Roughun to
go in the coal cart ; and when the poor Tory
remonstrates with tongue and boot-jack, he is
threatened with the terrors of Sir Cresswell
Cresswell. The tale, taken as a whole, is amusing.
The author has a talent for exposing swindling in all
its shapes, and in this respect his stories are instruc-
tive as well as interesting. A sharper, who sells a
broken down horse as a sound one, is, of course,
a swindler; and though a man who passes himself
off for a wealthy husband, when he is in reality
penniless, or the mamma who bestows a portionless
daughter as an heiress, are called by polite society
by a softer name, there are those vulgar mortals
in existence who do not see much difference be-
tween them. We should have liked to have seen
more of Mr. Young Jessop, the most gentlemanly
sportsman whom the author has yet produced. We
hope to meet him on a future occasion.