The Sun.
London, England, 1860-07-05 00:00:00

gat-ions, and that this at best is weak in a majority
of the members." The very fact of the proposition
raising again the ever vexed question of religiotra
disputations for no available purpose, is enough in
itself to militate against the measure in the minds
of those who dislike to see angry feelings engen-
dered, and fierce passions roused, in the name and
for the sake of that church, whose holiest mission
and crowning glory is that it represents the religion
of mercy and love, and whose watchword is Peace
on. earth, goodwill to men. " The Sun that never.
Sets" is an arctic reminiscence, and the few short
pages devoted to its consideration are really most
pleasing. The most remarkable nature of these land-
scapes here described is " the cliff of cliffs" that
stands forth as the bulwark of Europe against the
Polar storms, the "North Cape." "The Gulf
Stream" is truly styled a phenomenon of nature.
This stream crosses 5,000 miles of the Atlantic, to die
upon this ulttmathule, and bears with it the palms
of Hayti, the mahogany of Honduras, and the tim-
ber of the Amazon and Orinoco. This tropical pro-
duce, by a strange providence, supplies the Lap-
land fishermen with their only fuel. "Con-
trast," a " Vision," presents in some spirited verses
a striking sketch of the change likely to take place
in the appearance of England and France should
the blast of war suddenly sound in our ears, and
concert the smiting looks of friendly neighbours
into the fierce defiance and deadly threats of belli-
gerent nations. "Biographical Literature" is the
name of a paper that treats of two works recently
published ; one the " Travels and Adventures of the
Rev. Joseph Wolff," who was a missionary of great
repute, and the other the " Memoir of the Life of
Ary Scheffer, the painter." As may be supposed
these volumes furnish the text of an interesting essay
which is well worthy of attention. " The Horn
Rook of Phycology," in a second chapter, has a
treatise on seaweeds. In studying the various
orders and species here so ingeniously arranged,
the reader mill find ample entertainment, the di-
vision this time treats of "Coloured Groups," and
one is reminded of the lines on " Seaweed"—
" Oh, call us not weeds, we are flowers of the sea,
For lovely, and choice, and bright tinted are we ;
Our hues are as rich as the Rose of your bowers,
Then call us not weeds, we are ocean's gay flowers."

Bailey's Sporting Magazine.
This magazine contains, as a frontispiece,
" A portrait of the Earl of Glasgow," of
whom, as is the custom, there .is a biography.
" From Oxford to St. George" is continued in much
the same stile as usual. Paper number two of
" Our Jockeys" is devoted to a sketch of the life
and performances of Adams, a name not unknown
to fame on the turf. . Sydney Godolphin Yahoo
continues his experiences, and learns to kill
salmon. A full account of the late Henley Re-
gatta is given, and the number concludes with "The
GreEkt Match—Horses v. Hounds."

One of them. Charles Lever.
This story now takes a more definite form, the
reader begins to see what is likely to be the denoue-
2nent. The Oshea is floored] by the dissolution of
Parliament, and Charles Heatheote at his wits'-end,
too proud to endeavour with his quondam asso-
ciate, the Oshea, to live on the public, refused by the
War-office his old rank in the army, and considered
too old (twenty-six) for a subordinate rank, is on
the point of enlisting as a trooper when he meets
his old friend Agincourt, who, holds a commission
in the very regiment in which he had purposed to
enlist. Matters are now changed ; Agincourt en-
gages that his guardian shall make all square at
the Horse Guards, and takes his friend down the
country with him. Alfred Layton, who turns out
to be the son of the talented but dissipated pro-
fessor who figured in the Jersey trial, and after=
wards at the Opera, and subsequently was sent
over to America to be out of the way, has.been
living quietly with his Yankee friend, Quackin-
boss, and collecting the papers of his father, which
have been scattered over the country, and pawned
for various small sums. A desk is at length dis-
covered, in which is a journal of the Jersey trial,
from which they discover that a large tract of
valuable land in America; belonging to Hawke,
which he had desired the professor to look after
for his daughter, has in all probability been
neglected ; this the straightforward backwoodsman
insists it is the duty of the son to rectify.

" I wonder what steps my father took in this affair ? I'll
be very curious to know if he interested himself in the
matter, for, with his indolent habits, it is just as likely that
he never moved in it further."
" A 'tarnal shame, then, for him, Sir, when it was for a
child left alone and friendless in the world; and I'm think-
ing indolence ain't the name to give it."
For a moment an angry impulse to reply stirred Layton's
blood, but he refrained, and said nothing.
" I'll go farther," resumed the American, " and I'll say
that ff your father did neglect this duty, you are bound to
look to it. Ay, Sir, there ain't no ways in this world of ,
getting out of what we owe one to another. We are most
of us ready enough to be generous,' but few take trouble
to be 'just.'
"I believe you are right," said Layton, reflectively.
" I know it, Sir—l know it," said the other, resolutely.
"There's a sort of flattery in doing something more than
we are obliged to do which never comes of doing what is
strict fair. Ay," added he, after a moment, " and I've
seen a man who'd jump into the sea to save a fellow-crea-
ture as wouldn't give a cent to a, starving beggar on dry
land."
" I'll certainly inquire after this claim, and you'll help
me, Quackinboss ?"
" Yes Sir; and there ain't no honester man in all the
States to deal with than Harvey Winthrop. I was with
him the day he cowhided Senator Jared Boles, of Massa-
chusetts, and when I observed, ' I think you have given
him enough,' he said, Well, Sir, though I haven't the
honour of knowing you, if that be your conscientious
opinion, I'll abstain from going further ; and he did, and we
went into the bar together, and had a mint julep."
So it was arranged that they should at once set
out for the New World. The interview between
the wily manager, Mr. Stockmar, and the clever,
adventuress, Mrs. Morris, alias half a dozen other
names, is amusing, and shows that great men,
clever though they may think themselves, are not
always a match for bright eyes, a pretty face,
and well-timed flattery, and the interview is
thus concluded—" And so the- Stocmar three-
' decker, struck her flag, and the ensign of the
fast frigate floated from her mast-head."

Plain or Ringlets.
Mr. Bunting pays another visit to Privett Grove
in company with Mr. Boyston, alias the Jug, who
keeping Mrs. M'Dermott in tow, our hero makes
great headway with the Fair Rosa, while the Jug
forms sinister plans to entrap the widow. Mr.
Boyston acts as guardian of a bevy of young hun-
ters, to the delight of their mothers, and satisfaction
of Mr. Jessop. Poor Mr. Bunting having been in-
vited to dine with a sponger named Ellenger, a
character which the author is fond of exposing,
and which he does with an unsparing hand, finds
that instead of being treated to a dinner he has to
provide one.