The Sun.
London, England, 1867-03-28 00:00:00

THE SUN, LONDON, THURSDAY EVENING, MARCH 28, 1867.

as well as those on all the coast lines and branches
between Portsmouth and Hastings, Horsham, Guild-
ford, and Tunbridge Wells, have been running to-
day as usual ; and to-morrow morning (Thursday)
it is intended to resume the ordinary service, as per
time-tables, over the whole suburban system be-
tween London-bridge, Victoria, the Crystal Palace,
Croydon, Epsom, Leatherhead, Dorking, and the
South London line.

" GEO. ITAwmrs, Traffic Manager.

" March 27."
‘The,Enginecdrivers' and Firemen'sUnited Society,
31, Brydges-street, Strand, March 27.

" Pear Sir, —The strike on the Brighton Railway
is virtually at an end. The only point at issue be-
tween the men and the directors—namely, the con-
ditions on which the men should receive their pro-
motion—has been arranged by the authorities
agreeing that, if any men are passed over, they will
have the right to appeal to the Board of Directors,
and their claims will be duly considered. The men
ask no more than this, and, the Brighton directors
having conceded every other point, they have re-
solved to trust themselves to the upright dealing of
gentlemen with whom they have no especial quarrel,
and hope that their future relations may be both
amicable and satisfactory.
" Yours truly, " J. 0. PuTLEY."

miralty have wisely determined on disposing of her.
Her dockyard stores and other gear will be removed
from her before she is sold.

The paddlewheel steamer Adder, Mr. W. J.
Blakey, Master-Commander, left Chatham yester-
day with a number of the wrought iron frames on
board, for conveyance to Woolwich, to be used in
the construction of the twin screw composite gun
vessel Dwarf, building at that establishment.
The chartered convict ship Norwood has been
taken up by the Government for the conveyance of a
party of between 300 and 400 convicts, under
lengthened sentences of penal servitude, from Chat-
ham and the other convict establishments, to West-
ern Australia. She will receive on board her comple-
ment from Chatham at the Nore to-day. A military
guard of army pensioners will accompany the con-
victs to Australia.

The large 4(tton steam hammer at Chatham dock-
yard, which broke down a short time since while
forging the massive sternpost for the ironclad frigate
Hercules, having been repaired, the post was forged
at the smithery yesterday. The Admiralty obtained
the services of some of the workmen from a private
establishment, accustomed to large forgings of this
description, to assist the dockyard hands in the
undertaking.
Five thousand stand of arms, from the armoury,
Chatham, have been despatched to the Tower for
conversion to Snider breechloaders, at the Royal
Small Arms Factory, about 40,000 remaining at
Chatham to be so converted.
In accordance with instructions from the Horse
Guards the removal of the Ist King's Dragoon
Guards to Aldershot has been arranged to take
place as follows :—One troop, March 27 ; two
troops, March 28 ; two troops, March 29 ; two
troops, March 30 ; and the head-quarters, and one
troop, including the baud, &c., April 1. The dis-
mounted, including sick men, women, and children,
will be removed during the first week of April.
The following appointments were made yesterday
at the Admiralty :—Lieut. A. B. C. Booth and
Lieut. C. S. P. Woodruffe, to the Malabar ; Lieut.
T. Clanchy and Lieut. J. F. Lenon, to the Jumna ;
Lieut. W. L. Martin and Lieut. A. F. M. Mayer to
the Euphrates; Lieut. S. Gassiot to the Simoom ;
Lieut. C. A. Watts to the Donegal ; G. D. Perry,
master, to the Jnmna ; H. B. Akaster, master, to
the Malabar • E. Wise, master, to the Euphrates ;
Sub-Lieut. Arthur C. B. Bromley, to the Terrible,
as supernumerary ; S. H. Moore, paymaster, to the
Malabar ; H. Seward, paymaster, to the Jumna ; J.
B. Swan, paymawer, to the Euphrates ; and P. M.
Sims, assistant paymaster, to the Terrible.

The late Artemus Ward.

The following article, written by a personal
friend of the late krtemus Ward's, appeared in the
Anglo-Anzevican
In the cruel gram this day we deposited a' jewel
of his nation. Aremus Ward is dead. When this
sad news is carriec to his native land there is not a
village or hamlet forn one end of the great Republic
to the other in which a deep sorrow will not
be felt. Tears wll unbidden start from the eyes
of thousands tens of thousands who loved to
hang overthe b
tlliant productions of our de -
and
parted
ffriend. temus Ward had grown to be
a necessity
tari A
in
nealy
every American home. As
w
remandli should
k in one of his programmes,
" n
be without him." His wit was
amu
truly American, lot heavy, but sparkling and
transparent; and m
writer of this age has commenced
to hit so many vunerable points in the character
of his countrymen
or understood more thoroughly
human nature as it
is found on the other side of the
Atlantic. It is impossible to adequately sketch the
many and varied
cualities of that mind, which both
charmed and am
ted a world—the rich humour,
the clean-cut senteaces,
the perfect naturalness, and
the genuine purity
of all his writings. In him
poetry and
Phiks)phy joined bands, and kissed
each other. Some, of his essays appear perhaps at
first rough and aicouth, but they are rough dia-
monds, and throrgh the bad spelling and awkward
metaphors they fash with a brilliancy that only
belongs to GENTU:. In looking over his complete
works, which I have done to-day, I am surprised at
the variety of topics )n which he has touched. From
New England Purtanism to Utah Mormonism,
from Julius Caesar 1) Daniel Pratt, from Chaucer
to Tupper, from Ckistopher Columbus to P. T.
Barnum, he has prided with his pen nearly every
noted character of ancient or modern times. For
the last ten years he has been to America a sort of
a universal police. Every species of humbug, of
sham patriotism, and popular imposture, has
felt his deadly spar, and the good he has
thus done is incalculable. No honest man,
no true gentleman, no bona fide enterprise, had ever
anything to fear fecal Artemus Ward ; but to the
reverse of this he showed no mercy, and as nearly
every newspaper in America copied with delight
Artemus -Ward's " tritest" his power had become
simply unmeasurablc. And even now, though he
has written nothing on American affairs for nearly
two years, quotations from his writings are found
plentifully sprinkled through the leading articles of
almost all the Ameriom newspapers. For instance,
the following extract from a speech of Artemus Ward,
published just at the time when every sensible man
was disgusted at the do-nothing policy of Congress,
and the unheard-of extravagance of the people
had a most telling effect :—" The fact is,
we air gettin' ter'bly extr'vagant, and on-
less we paws in our mad career in less
than two years the Goddess of Liberty will be
seen dodgin' into a pawnbroker's shop with her
gown done up in a bundle, even if she don't have
to spout the gold stars in her head-band. Let us
all take hold jintly and live and dress centsibly,
like our forefathers who know'd moren we do, if
they wasn't quite so honest ! (Suttle goaketh.)
There air other cheerio' signs. We don't, for in-
stuns, lack great generals, and we certinly don't
lack brave sojers ; but there's one thing I wish we
did lack, and that is our present Congress. Gen-
tlemen of the Senit and of the House, you've sat
and draw'd your pay, and made summed complaint
speeches long enuff. The country at large, incloodin'
the undersined, is disgusted with you. Why don't
you show us a statesman, sumbody who can make a
speech that will hit the pop'lar hart right under the
Great Public Weskit? Why don't you show us a
statesman who can rise up to the emergency, and
cave in the emergency's head ? Congress, you
won't do. Go home, you mizzerable devils—go
home ! At a special Congressional 'lection in my dis-
trict the other day I delib'rity voted for henry Clay.
I admit that Henry is dead, but inasmuch as we
don't seem to have a live statesman in our National
Congress, let us by all means have a first-class
corpse."

one of the curses arising out of all great wars is
the shoddy people, who accumulate fortunes out of
the blood and bones of the soldiers.

The following chapter was aimed against the Shod-
dayites by Artemus,
imagined": I‘ How the shaft went home can be
A ROMANCE.-WILL/gH BARKER, THE YOUNG PATRIOT.
"No, William Barker, you cannot have my daughter's
hand in marriage until you are her equal in wealth and
social position."
. .

The speaker was a haughty old man of some sixty years,
and the person who he addressed was a fine-looking
young man of twenty-five.
-

With a sad aspect the young man withdrew from the
stately mansion. _ _

Six months later the young man stood in the presence
of the haughty Qid mail.

"What! you here again ?" angrily cried the old man.
"Ay, old man," proudly exclaimed 'William Barker, "I
am here, your daughter's equal and yours ?"
The old mares lips curled with scorn. A derisive smile
lit up his cold features; when, casting violently upon the
marble centre-table au enormous roll of greenbacks,
William Barker cried,.

"See ! Look on this wealth. And I've tenfold more !
Listen, old man ! Yeti spurned me from your door. But
I did not despair. I secured a contract for furnishing the
Army of the - with beef -"
"Yes, yes!" eagerly exclaimed the old man.
- and I bought up all the disabled cavalry horses
I could find-" _ _

see ! I see !" cried the old man. "And good beef
they make, too."
" They do ! they do! and the profits are immense."
"I should say so !"
"And now, sir, I claim your daughter's fair hand !"
"Boy, she is yours. But hold! Look me in the eye.
Throughout all this have you been Loyal ?"

" To the coro !" cried William Barker.
" And," Contintwd tho old wan, Pa ft Yoico husky with

emotion, " are you in favour of a vigorous prosecution of
the war?"
" I am. I am."

" Then, boy, take her ! Maria, child, come hither.
Your William claims thee. Be happy, my children ! and
whatever our lot in life may be, let us all support the Go-
vernment."

His letter to the Prince of Wales, " An Agricul-
tural Discourse," " Fourth of July Oration-- at
Baldinsville," " The Census," " Boston" and " Joy in
the House of Ward," are among his choicest pro-
ductions to " perlite litteratoor." He has written
several novels, and though none of them are more
than three pages in length, they contain quite as
perfect a plot, have quite as much in them, and are
far more racy and humorous than nine-tenths of the
three-volume romances of the day. It is not often
that the writer of a biographical sketch has space
to embody in a newspaper an entire work of his
hero ; but with your kind permission, Mr. Editor,
I insert here Mr. Artemus Ward's very popular
story, entitled " Marion : a Romance of the French
School." It is a good specimen of his novels, and I
believe it is one of the longest tales he ever wrote :