The Sun.
London, England, 1856-02-18 00:00:00

THE EON, LONDON, MONDAY EVENING, FEBRLT ARY 18, 1856,

Fair was thy blush, the fairest and first of the blushes
of morning !
Deep was thy shudder, 0 Earth ! the throe of thy
self-retention :
luly thou strnvest to flee, and didt seek thyself at thy
centre !
Mightier far was the joy of thy sudden resilience ; and
forth with
Myriad myriads of lives teemed forth from the mighty
embracement."
In vary truth—the poetical apotheosis at once of
animated nature and of the principle of gravita-
tion ! And to the Earth, the maternal Earth, thus
addressed by Samuel Coleridge, Dr. Waller gives a
voice of song, a voice of irresistible and melliflu-
ous allurement. Conspicuous among his charming
and thoroughly national love-ditties, must be in-
stanced the very beautiful one suggested by the
old Irish phrase of tenderness, sweet to the ears of
Celtic maiden as the sound of the Cushle-mo-three,
or of the familiar asthore, or of the accustomed
mavourneen, the poetic adjuration " DANCE LIGHT,
for my heart it lies under your feet, love How
sings Dr. Waller to the tune of 'that old phrase of
the master passion, on the lips time out of mind of
his emotional fellow-countrymen—whispered at
twilight in the green lane, and by the brook side,
and at the meadow-gate ? How singe he to the
dear old phrase of tender and honeyed blarney—
How does he sing to it ? Listen !
DAYCE

I subtle and refined sense of the euphonious ' • where
we find him singing, as it were through his teeth—
" What dire offence from amorous causes springs,
What mighty contests rise from trivial things,
I sing, &c."
Enough, however—the accuracy of our exception
to the frequent misuse of " forgot" by Dr. Mackay
in his recent volume we must here insist upon ex-
plicitly. Pardoned it might be—once—in submis-
sion to the despotic power accruing to the poet
from his vaunted prerogative of unlimited and
irresponsible licence in metrical composition. Re-
curring again and again—it must be heartily pro-
tested against as a wanton violation of the sanctity
of the beautiful and symmetrical code of the gram-
marians ! Comic writers of verse can alone hope
to enjoy the singular privilege of so writing with
anything` impunity. Rading their oddities
of thought and freaks of syntax, we can, of course,
" grin and bear it " complacently enough. As
where Cowper sings to us in his diverting ballad of
" John Gilpin," in the voice of a rhyming punchi-
nello—

in its lavishness because it has not the defence of
poverty—or than the vulgar impertinence of its poor
waning satellites, which merely illustrate the say-
ing of Franklin that it is difficult for an empty
sack to stand upright. I only ask them to show the
underatrappers of criticism that betterness and pun-
gency and point, and" the most telling critical dissection,
are not inconsistent with good language ; and I should
prefer that they would add the further illustration that
severity is not incompatible with that courtesy which
one gentleman thinks it for his own dignity to observe
towards another.

And now, having filled my space, "Heigh ! Presto !
Begone ! " I dismiss my critical assemblage.
Our contemporaries are quite able to take care
of themselves ; and we shall be amused to see how
their " north side batteries " will return the fire
from the "inside of Sebastopol."

THE LOSS OF THE POLYPHEMUS.

Safety of the Missing Portion of the Crew.

" My sister and my sister's child,
Myself and children three,
Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride
On horseback after we."
But a poet at once didactic, serious, and senti-
mental—must expect no mercy at all, either for
a false quantity or a flaw in grammatical construc-
tion. Au unconditional forgiveness upon the score
of "poetical licence," may, we repeat, be accorded
once—but, demanded again and again, the plea be-
comes inadmissible, the fault proves unpardonable,
the double crime against good taste and good
grammar seems absolutely to require a protest in
the way of wholesome expiation. For the fervour of
this protest the critic is no more responsible than the
muscles of his face are responsible for screwing
themselves into knots under the acid influence of
the sourest of green gooseberries—or his teeth for
presuming to be set on edge by the biting of a piece
of flannel—or his every sense for being jarred into
anguish under the scroop of a rusty nail drawn
across a slate perpendicularly. Against the of-
fender, whoever be may be, we for one must needs
cry out agonisedly—oven though we may recog-
nise in him, through our profound admiration, the
glorious genius of a Campbell, or a Burns, or a
Byron, or a Shakspere.

ADMIRALTY, FEB. 18.

The following intelligence has this day been re-
ceived at this office from H.M. Consul-General at
Hamburg :
" I have groat satisfaction in reporting that the
Quartermaster, Samuel Fletcher, and 15 seamen
of the late Polyphemus, who were in the two boats,
have been saved by a Danish vessel, and have just
arrived from Hgerting.
They will go in charge of the chief engineer, Mr.
Wood, with the other men to London this evening.

" Ah, sweet Kitty Neil, rise up from that wheel—
Your neat little foot will he weary from spinning ;
Come trip down with me to the sycamore tree,
Half the parish is there, and the dance is heginning.
The sun is gone down, but the full harvest moon
Shines sweetly and cool on the dew-whitened valley;
While all the air rings with the soft loving things,
Each little bird sings in the green shaded alley.
With a blush and a smile, Kitty rose np the while,
Her eye in the glass, as he bound her hair, glancing ;
'Tis hard to refuse when a young lover sues—
So she couldn't but chows to—ge off to the dancing.
And now on the green, the glad groups are seen-
- Each gay-hearted lad with the lass of his choosing ;
And Pat, without fail, leads out sweet Kitty Neil—
Somehow, when he asked, she ne'er thought of refusing.
Now, Felix Magee puts the pipes to his knee,
And with flourish so free sets each couple in motion •
With a cheer and a belied, the lads patter the ground—
The maids move around just like swans on the ocean.
Cheeks bright as the rose—feet light as the doe's,
Now coyly retiring, now boldly advancing—
Search the world all round, from the sky to the ground,
No such. sight can be found as an Irish, lass dancing.
Sweet Kate I who could view your eyes of deep blue,
Beaming hurriedly through their dark lashes so mildly,
-Voir fair-turned arm, heaving breast, rounded form,
Nor feel his heart warm, and his pulses throb wildly.
Young Pat feels his heart, as he gazes, depart,
Subdued by the smart of such painful yet sweet love,
The sight leaves his eye, as he cries with a sigh,
Dance light, for my heart it lies under your feet, love!'"
William Allingliam, one of the most gifted and
genuinely poetical among Dr. Waller's fellow-
countrymen and contemporaries, William Ailing-
ham, author of "The Music MAster," and of the
" Day and Night Songs," has chaunted a lay of
Irish Love, wonderfully like this in spirit aid in
character. We mean the song sold, far and wide
about Ireland, as "a ha'penny ballad," the quaint,
charming, delightful song of "Lovely Mary Don-
nelly !" Who does not remember it that has once
read it. With it's—
" . . . Mary kept the belt of lova, and 0 bat she was
gay !
She danced a jig, she sang a song, that took my heart
away."

LAW INTELLIGENCE--(This Day.)

COURT OF EXCHEQUER.
Sittings at Guildhall at Nisi Prius.

(Before Lord Chief Baron Pollock, and a Special, Jury.

WATEINSON V. RONALD.

This was an action brought to recover of the defen-
dant, one of the directors of the Australian Freehold
Gold Mining Company, the amount of the deposit paid
by the plaintiff on a number of shares in the above
company, on the pleas of alleged fraud and no consi-
deration. The affairs of this company have already bean
the subject of investigation in the Court of Chancery.
It appeared from the evidence of the plaintiff that, in
January, 1852, he was induced, from a perusal of the
company's prospectus, to believe that this was a bona
fide concern, and that it was a golden opportunity of
speedily becoming rich, without the risk, labour, and
anxiety of a trip to the gold diggings. He consequently
applied to a sharebroker of Halifax for one hundred
shares. In due oeurse he received the allotment,
paid 301. on account, and received scrip to that
amount, purporting to come from the company. The
prospectus stated, that the capital of the company was
to consist of 100,0001., in shares of 11. each, and the
undertaking to be worked on the cost-book principle,
and each shareholder to be liable only t• the amount he
subscribed for. The mine was stated to be situate on
500 acres of freeholdland, abotinding with quartz. The
plaintiff had neither heard anything of the proceedings
of the company nor seen any person connected with it
from that time till about four months since, when his
attention was attracted to it by something which he
read in a newspaper.
The Attorney-General, who appeared for the defen-
dant, took objection to the admission of certain letters
purporting to be signed by W. Pulsford, secretary of
the company, on the ground that the directors of a com-
pany were not liable for the contents of letters written
by their secretary without ho first obtained their autho-
rity to do so, proof of which ,it was necessary for the
plaintiff to give.
The case was proceeding when our report left.

INSIDE S.EBASTOPOL " AND THE

C.RITICS."

We noticed this handsome volume some weeks
since with a qualified approbation ; and as we then
predicted the work has gone to a second edition.
The author has taken advantage of this opportunity
to run a-muck at all his critics—not very wisely
perhaps, but that is his affair. Some people like to
read what sharp things can be said in a squabble,
so we extract the rejoinder of this " Civilian."
" Inside Sebastopol" ought to have been a God-send

to the writers instructed to cut it up. It was jotted
down in note-books, with a pencil, while I was thinking
more of the scenes before me than of the rules of compo-
sition. More of the

Res geetze reguraque, dneutaque, et; 'idle belle
than of the

Quo scribi pessent flamer°.
In reading it over after it had passed through the press,
I was shocked at the number and the absurdity of
the "slips" it contained. I had called a shark an
anthropomorphous fish. I (or the printer) had filled
the steam-boats on the Bosphorus with Muscovites in-
stead of Muesulruans. I had misquoted Shakspeare. I
had twice written Dardanelles instead of Bosphorus. I
had called Stafford House Sutherland House. I had writ-
ten " Piazza del Rotondo," for "Piazza del Rotonda,"
and " Mount Toro" for " Monte Tauri ;" and I had even
committed the unpardonable offence of changing the
tense of a verb in a historical Joe Miller, and had there-
by caused George the Third to reign a year before his
proper date. I thcnght of confessing these sins in a
catalogue of errata. But then it occurred to me that
the small fry of criticism would be bound by their alle-
giance to Albemarle-street, and the exigencies of their
advertisement department, to attack me ; for had I
not written evil things of pr.ifitable handbooks? It
was like speaking lightly in his own village of the
church-warden who distributes the weekly eleemosy-
nary quartern loaves. Would not every struggling
thing which just exists by the favour of the Meceenases
who dole forth the pabulum of Grub-street be bound
to see in me an enemy ? Would not the goose quills
of a score of journeymen be dipped in gall? Would
not the word go forth to make an example of the reck-
less mortal who had ventured upon this sacred ;Ellyn ?
It was plain that Grub-street would hoot me. Why,
then, should I help those candid gentlemen to a telling
article ? Without my assistar.ce they would have no more
chance of discovering that anthropomorphous should
have been written anthrnpophagous, than they would
have of understanding the historical aid classical
allusions wherewith, as they dismally complain,
my book abounds. But had I given them this is-
ilex of errors, what an air of grand sreerity would
the whole troop of dunces have assumed. Even the
isiate critic of the Seetator, who instinctively protests
against what he is pleased to call the smartness of these
pages, would have been expected to be facetious enough
to ask whether this "anthropomorphous fish" was
not a merman, or at least a sea attorney. The Leda,
which loftily rejects the evidence of Christianity, and
believes only in Heine, and Rugg, and Mundt, and
Gutzkow, and Laube, is now obliged b lecture me upon
my incapacity of balancing evidence ; but even Leda,
mudiled as her poor skull is with German infidelity,
might have done something better for her Albemarle-
street Jove. She might have superbly referred me to
"Guy's Geography," or pertly told me that a ragged
school volume upon "Common Things" would have
taught me better, bad she only known of that slip of the
pencil which wrote " Dardanelles" for " Bosphorus."
The Asinceuia, with officious zeal, kicks out viciously on
behalf of the "handbooks," and betrays a suspicious
knowledge of early copies of new editions. It is a fine
simple nature is that of Asinue of the Asiweala. We
can't quite say of him-
-0 prodige ! 0 merveille !
Mono ane panic, et memo it parle bien ;
but there is something almost touching in the bumble
piety with which he adores what he calls the " magnate
of Albemarle-street." One is nearly tempted to respect
his faithful defiance of truth and fact when he talks his
own nonsense about the monuments of Rome. We see
the heroic object of the self-sacrificing creature. He is
bent upon proving that it is not true that the absurdities
of Murray's hand-books cannot be surpassed. It was a
false thing to say or sing of Asinus that

With its reminiscence of—
" When she stood up for dancing, her steps were so com-
plete,
The music nearly killed itself to listen to her fed:"
And its memory, too, of how—
" The fiddler rnoan'd his blindness, he heard her so
much praised,
Rut bless'd himself he wasn't deaf when once her voice she
raised !"

THE MURDER AT ISLINGTON.

Examination of the Prisoners—(This Day).

Ah, who, say we, can ever forget it who has once
read that dear old ballad of " Lovely Mary Don•
nelly," written by the young Irish poet, William
Allinghan► ? And to the Mary Donnelly of Ailing-
ham the Kitty Neil of Waller is " own sister " in
nature, if not in name, iu heart, and beauty, and
grace, and agile dancing ! Is she not ? Read the
lay again ! Hear "Felix Magee put the pipes to
his knee and with flourish so free [the rogue !] put
the couples in motion !" Watch Pat [poor var-
let 1] when " the sight loaves his eye," hear him
when "he cries with a sigh—' Dance Light, for
my heart it lies under your feet, love !' " Dr. Wal-
ler, after that, it needs no words of ours to aver,
can write a love-ballad with the best of them, a
genuine Irish love song, full of grace, and drol-
lery, and humour, and tenderness—such as the
world owes much for the possession of, to Moore,
and Lover, and Griffin, and let us add also, more re-
cently, to Waller and Allingham. As such a song-
writer-Irish to the core—we greet the author of
these " Poems " cordially with an earnest greeting
—none the less welcome to him, we trust, coming
frankly from the hand and heart of an English-
man.

This afternoon the two persons charged with being
concerned in the above murder were placed at the bar
of the Clerken well Pulice-oourt, and gave the names of
Carl Sommers and Celestine Sommers.

The first witnesses examined were Inspector Hutton,
of the N division, and the sergeant who took the pri-
soners into custody. Their evidence was to the effect
that from circumstances that came to their hearing they
proceeded to the house, 18, Linton-street, New North-
road, Hoxton, and there they found the body of the un-
fortunate girl in the coal-cellar with her throat cut, and
that they then took the two prisoners at the bar into
custody.
The principal witness examined was the girl who acted
as housemaid to the woman. This person, from ques-
tions put to her, stated that on Saturday night last
she was sleeping in the kitchen of the house, 18, Linton-
street, when the female prisoner entered the place and
asked for the lueifers to light the candle. Having found
the matches and procured a light elle than heard her call
the deceased downstairs. The girl said she did not
like coining down stairs in the dark, as she was a stran-
ger in the house. The prisoner said, in reply, that she
need not be frightened as she had a light. After this
conversation she distinctly heard the prisoner go
into the back kitchen and get a knife, and from
the back kitchen she heard her go to the coal-cellar,
under the pavement, and shortly after she heard the
girl cry out, "You want to cut my throat," and the
female prisoner said, in reply, thatit didn't matter whether
sheout it or anybody else. A struggle then seemed to take
place, as she hoard the woman say, "Keep your hands
down ; you shall not tell any more lies about me or any-
body else." After a short time all was quiet, and prisoner
re-entered the kitchen and came close to her bedside and
asked her questions about some money she had bad in the
early part of the evening. She looked before she spoke
to her to see if she was asleep, and finding her awake
and trembling violently, she made`use of the words
she had related. After pacing backwards and forwards
for a short time in the passage of the kitchen, her
mistress bade her good night and went up stairs.
Mr. Coward, a surgeon, residing at 6, St. John's-ter-
race, New North-road, deposed to the nature of the wounds
upon the body of Oe unfortunate girl. There was an
extensive wound which occasioned death on the left side
of the neck. It had been made by a sharp instrument,
and it extended from the back of the neck to the front.
There must have been some violent struggling, and the
person inflicting the wound must have knelt on
the girl, as the right side of her person was
covered with coal and dirt. It was impossible that a
person committing suicide could inflict such a wound.
The evidence confirmatory of the above having been
given,

POETICAL LICENCE IN GRAMMAR.

In, re DR. MACKAY'S LUMP OF GILD."

We observe that exception has been taken in
certain quarters to one of the critical opinions ad-
vanced by us in our recent review of Dr. Mackay's
graceful mid ingenious poem of " The Lump of
Gold." During the course of our remarks upon
that very charming, but not, as we still venture to
conceive, altogether faultless production, we did
certainly object, and for that matter do here for-
mally and most earnestly reiterate our objection
to what we may continue to designate, for want of
a better phrase, the frequent ellipse of Dr. Mac-
kay's participles—objecting to this decidedly and
peremptorily as ungrammatical. We instanced
casually, in the matter of these objections, such

lines as the following :—" Tradition itself
has forgot them"—"The Pharaohs are forgot"
—and " That civil discord might have broke."
Whereupon a correspondent of one of our
weekly contemporaries questions the validity of our
right to reprehend passages like those already
adduced as in any way ungrammatical. Suggesting
that they are strictly correct in construction by
virtue of that very convenient and elastic privilege
familiar even to every school-boy votary of the
muses, the all-saving and all-potent privilege of
Poetical Licence. And instancing in corroborative
testimony of the suggestion thus thrown out—not
so much in palliation as in distinct justification, if
not positively in actual commendation of Dr.
Mackay's violation of one of the rudimentary laws
of syntax—the second verse in Thomas Campbell's
Lines on Waterloo—and the opening one in Robert
Burns' glorious bacchanalian of " Auld Lang
Syne." The former running thus—
" Our plumes have waved in combats that ne'er shall be
forgot ;"
and the latter thus, as everybody well remem-
bers—

Le diable
Premier antenr des emits de la fable,
Lui fournissait cos examples frappants
Et mettait 1' ane au rang de nos savants.
To give the devil his due, the fictions he inspires are al-
ways clever. The good brute did very well, all things
considered ; he lashed his tail, and cocked his ears, and
brayed most uncivilly. But if Asinus had only known
of the conflict between received chronology and my ver-
sion of the Joe Miller anecdote concerning Wolfe, what
a triumphant bray would have resounded along the
Strand ! Another class of critics=,-the poor expiring
magazines—must be spoken of tenderly ; for of the
dying as of the dead, "nil nisi bonurn. Moreover, I
have a money obligation to them. They advertise my
book among their articles, and as no living thing of earth
ever reads those articles, the advertisements are an un-
balanced obligation. Even I only guess that lam well
abused by them. But this class of literary flunkies not
only wear the livery and ape the language of their mas-
ters, but, like their better-paid brothers of the shoulder-
knot, assume their patrons' names. When I read the
names I know infallibly the tendency of the articles,
and am not tempted to change their virgin uncut state
AS they lie upon those club-room tables where an old
superstition allows them still to linger.
Upon the whole I think it was more prudent not to
print a list of errata.
One thing which detracts from the amusement of an
author who is mobbed by the weekly and monthly lit-
terateurs, is that he feels himself in bad society. There
is a great difference between the polite persiifiaye of the
bal de l' Opera and the coarse practical jokes of an Dag-
Heti masquerade. The temple of Asinus partakes of the
latter character. Therein the author is bustled by
dunces, slapped on the back or bonnetted by fellows,
who, without education or mother wit, are merely rude.
A good deal of bad English has been expended upon
this bock by the small reviews, but not a thought, or a
fact, or a scrap of reading above the capacity of any
individual who had taken moderate advantage of the
early-closing movement and a mechanics' institute.
I am told by my servieg man (who made his
information the excuse for rather a lengthened
absence, and a slight thickness of utterance) that
about the smartest things were said by a re-
spectable vintner, who, in the intervals of leisure im-
posed by a tyrannical Legislature, does the belles lettres
department of the Moming Tusticejuice. My repentant
Theodore, who himself writes occasionally in the Jus-
ticejaice, tells me that "Oar Critic" makes therein huge
display of a new nodding acquaintance with rules of
syntax, and talks to the author of "inside Sebastopol"
as learnedly as Shakspeare's clown holds fdrth in " As
You Like It." 'Tis a sad thing that criticism—
Migret in obscures humili sermontabernas.
Where, 0 where are the Hazlitts, the Talfourds, the
Charles Lambs, the Fonblanques, the Leigh Hunts, the
asW jilts ownesr,
et,heM broughtagi
learning
o ns, th F oasutedr sgenius to the ungentle, who only yesterday,
task l—who knew how to pierce deeply with a graoeful
thrust, and who fought with a rapier, and not with
sticks and stones. A. few still linger upon the staff of
the morning and evening papers, and often a flash of the
old light streams along the columns of the Press or the
Examiner. But the race is grown as rare as bustards,
and perhaps for the same reason—it pays better to keep
geese. There was a dignity in the suffering such men
inflicted : there is no dignity, but much abasement, in
holding up one's coat-tails and running through a pack
of half-starved curs.

The magistrate ordered the man to be discharged,
and fully committed the woman to take her trial for
wilful murder.

LLOYD'S SHIPPING.—(This Day.)

" Should auld acquaintance be forgot."

laormuriT, Feb. 18.—Wind this clac noon, N.E. ;
fresh breeze and hazy.
PLYMOUTH, Feb. 17.—Wind E.S.E.— Sailed—Royal
Charter and Kent, for Port• Philip.
PILL, Feb. 17.—Wind S.E., strong.—Sailed—English-
man, for Africa; British Averican, Crimea.
LIVERPOOL, Feb. 17.—The Don Antonio, hence to Car-
diff and Surinam, and the brig Success are ashore on
Burbo.
BELFAST, Feb. 16.—The Queen from Troon to Belfast,
struck on the South Macedon Rock on the 13th inst., and
sunk—crew saved.
GRIMSBY, Feb. 17.—The masts and yards (apparently
new) of a ship of about 500 tons were passed on the Bth
instant, by the Winscales, from Sunderland to Monte
Video.
CADIZ, Feb. 7.—The Edith (screw), of Dartmouth, from
Seville to London, was wrecked on the coast near Cartaya,
during the late severe gale on the 10th instant—vessel and
cargo lost.
RAMSGATE, Feb. 17.—Wind E. by S. to E.N.E.—Sailed
—Magnet, for West Indies ; Arethusa, Cape de Verd.
DEAL, Fob. 18.—Wind S.S.E.—Arrived from the river
and sailed.—Deane, for Cape of Good Hope.
CONVES.—Sailed—Peterhof, for Havana.

Very well—so far, everything yet said upon the
matter only goes to prove that Thomas Campbell
and Robert Burns could be, no less glaringly than
Charles Mackay, decidedly ungrammatical. By a
poetical licence if you please—but still ungram-
matical. Greater poets than either Burns or
Campbell have been so before now. We could
help the correspondent of our contemporary to
plenty of yet more extraordinary violations of
syntax for the sake of rhythm, or of euphony, or
of both together—instances much more notable in
their way than those adduced by him from Burns
and Campbell. Let us say at once from writers
no less classic and authoritative than Byron and
Shakspere. For example have we not from the
hand of the first mentioned the opening of that
lovely song of his—.

"There be none of beauty's daughters," &o.

And in one of the daintiest ditties in Cymbeline, in
perhaps the most exquisite and dulcet serenade
ever penned by man, do we not listen (for the sake
of the rhyme) to—

(PER ELECTRIC TELEGRAPH.)
SOUTHAMPTON, Monday Mottling.
Arrived—Hopewell, from Sawanage ; LA Poule, Cher-
bourg; Cicely, Effort, aid Taut 111, Sunderland.
Sailed—Unity, for Sunderland; Vectis, Elfreda, and
Dangothland, Newport ; Devonshire (etr.), London ;
Argyll (Far.), Carentan ; Johanna Elie (str.), Cardiff.
QUEENSTOWN, Feb. IG.

hark, hark the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies.
—Shakspere, By-
Precisely as here recorded, Shakspere wrote, Byron
wrote, Burns wrote, Campbell wrote—by poetical
licence of course but still, ungrammatically.
ron, Always,Bur
Berne,
c
however,ampbreeilmembr wrote
thus most l
ex-
ceptionally, most rarely, just once in a way,
in obedience to the exigences, as we have said,
of rhyme, or of metre, or of euphony. Instances
like those are but sparsely sprinkled up and down,
here and there, in the grander treasures of our
poetical literature—not scattered broadcast, hither
and thither, as these fore-shortened participles of Dr.
Mackay are so lavishly in his charming little book
of " The Lump of Gold." The authority of mere
poetical licence, we take it, is only admissible oc-
casionally—as we have already expressed it just
once in a way—dying out, and lapsing into no au-
thority at all, whenever it is allowed by a loose
style, or a callous taste to harden into a habit! The
" poetical licence" of the lopped participles of Dr.
Mackay we never denied—but we objected to them
earnestly, as we do here again object to them, if possi-
ble, yet more earnestly, as, beyond all manner of
doubt,—to our agonised ears—decidedly and pain-
fully ungrammatical. The sensitive and exquisitive
taste of Pope led him in the very first couplet of his
immortal "Rape of the Lock" to sacrifice to the
venerated awa of grammar,
even thus cruelly, 414

Wind S.
Arrived —Queen and Pandora, from Marseilles; Charlotte
of Derby and Princess Victoria, Alexandria ; Baldoz, Ra-
gusa ; Mary, Marseilles ; Swift and Martha, Alexandria ;
Conqueror, Larache ; Azof, St. John's, N.B.

BY SUBMARINE AND BRITISH TELEGRAPH.)
GRAVESEND, Monday, 9.59 a.m.
Wind Bast, cloudy and fresh; tide three hour's ebb.
Arrived, Feb. 17.—Lark, from Gijon ; Blessing, Brus-
sels; Olive Von Wood and Sutliff, Rotterdam • Acadia,
Antwerp; Maria, Lntken ; Alma, Christiania; Elizabeth,
Gottenburg ; Diana, Marstrand ; Laura, Odense; Eugenia
Sophie, Aarhus; Warwe, Medeniblick.
DEAL, Monday, 9.41 a.m.

Wind F.S.E., moderate.
Passed, Feb. 17.—Ada' from London, for Mogador:
Queen of Freedom, Shields, Coustautinople.
Passed ;18th—Deane, from London, for Cape of Good
Hope.

There are some weekly, and monthly, and quarterly
critics who must yet attack me. The book bas sold
largely and is quoted in all societies ; it cannot be
ignored. The Squeeze, for instance, is bound by its
party allegiance to cut me up, and, among others, I hold
the Saturday Parade, and the only magazine which has
any vitality in it, my debtors for an onslaught. All the
favour I ask of them is—not to do their spiriting gently
—but to do it cleverly. Let them, for the honour of their
order, show that there is something better left among
t—
us than the dull faculty of ignorant contradiction pos-
weed by the dreary deinteun which ii more wretched

The mortal remains of the late Bishop of Carlisle were
interred on Tuesday last, in the village church of Dal-
ston, adjoining the episcopal residence of the see.
Mr. Behnes has received a commission to execute a
statute of the late Edward Baines, of Leeds. The figure
isle be .8 feet high, and the price is 700 guineas.
The farewell seance given by Count Buol, at Vienna,
on the 10th, was numerously attended. Prince Gortsela-
koff, Sir H. Seymour, anal Colonel de Mantouffel, were
&Ogg Ur guests.

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