The Sun.
London, England, 1835-10-13 00:00:00

' England and France set about doctoring Spain, and mak-
ing that unwise quadruple treaty, they did not in good
earnest complete their work, and establish the Queen in a
bona fide: manner. Had they upheld Zea Bermudez, or
even given substance to the representation of the people,
and urged the Queen to a•practical and positive Govern-
ment when she changed her Ministers—and given secu-
rity to other nations, I believe that ere now she would
have been recognized by all, and that sore spot which so
much annoys the vision of the allied Sovereigns, and even
makes them doubt the good faith of England and France,
be removed from the political body of Europe.
I have put this letter very clumsily together, because I
have had but a few minutes given me before the closing of
the post, and the access to the papers I have alluded to, but
I. could not put off, even for a day, conveying to you the
assurance that the meeting of Sovereigns at Toplitz would
end harmlessly for the interests of England, and without
danger to the general tranquillity. The Congress will end
on Sunday by the Emperor of Austria going to Prague—
the capital of his kingdom of Bohemia, where he will stay
a few days to receive the congratulations of the people,
and at a public audience hear their complaints ; and by the
Emperor of Russia going on Monday to Carlsbad, and
thence to Prague, where he will spend three days in an-
other visit with his august brother of Austria. The King
of Prussia will remain three weeks longer, for the benefit of
the waters, and all the other princes will break up on Tues-
day or Wednesday. The Emperor of Russia has expressed
a desire to see the fortress of Theresenstad in this neigh-
bourhood, and he will visit it to-morrow ; but I have heard
several persons express displeasure that the force of the
province should be intimately examined by their dangerous
and inquisitive neighbour. I will give you the movements
of the Court by the morrow's post.

THE ALDERMAN'S DREAM ;

AND
HOW IT ENDED.

" Mr. C. Pearson said, he knew perfectly well why the interrup-
tion to the public business at the last Court of Common Council
took place. Half-past four o'clock, Sir Chapman Marshall's hour
for dining had arrived, and he happened to know also that Sir
Chapman Marshall was under sail at the moment to dine with the
Navigation Committee."—( Sun of Saturday. )

At the Common Council, in civic state,
The great Sir Chapman Marshall sate,
Listening, with grave and goose-like port,
To the public business before the Court ;
And striving hard to discover sense
In Alderman Birch's eloquence,
'Till, sudden o'ercome by the vain attempt

To find out sense, where sense was not,
Sleep fell upon him, and he dreamt—
Regardless of the sacred spot—
A dream so odd, so outré quite,
That the thought on't gives me an appetite.

He dream't, this sad, bewildered cit, he
Saw the Navigation Committee,
With whom, but a day or two before,
He had promised to dine, at half.past four,
Sit down, without him, to serious eating,
At the City of London Tavern Meeting.
All—all were on vast achievements bent,
For all were in their element ;
One, havoc wrought on the venison hash,
One, embowelled the callipash ;
And one, as fierce as fierce could be,
Committed a rape on the callipee,
Crying the while, with liquorish phiz,
" Oh Lord I what a fine blow out this is I"

In vain, the hapless sleeper, he
Strove to join the Company ;
In vain roared out with angry brow,
" For God's sake, stop, 'tis my turn now ;"
In vain pressed ravenous on, I ween,
To snatch his share of the rich tureen,
And claim, as befitted his station high,
A Dividend on the pigeon pie ;
The more he struggled, the more, slack I
A goblin Radical pulled him back ;
And he saw each savoury viand dear
To his soul, grow less and disappear;
Saw others eat, ill-fated elf
Without being able to eat, himself
(A state of things, 'twixt you and me,
Most harrowing to humanity)
And heard the guests with anxious stare,
Cry, " Where's Sir Chapman Marshall, where ?
He said he'd be here by half-past four,
And 'tis now full six o'clock and more,
So, take away, for 'tis time that vie
Should have Non Nobis Domine."
Take away I That awful cry
Dispelled Sir Chapman's reverie,
And starting up, to the Court's dismay,
He looked at his watch and broke away,
Shouting, as swift he trod the floor,
Swifter than man e'er trod before,
" Horror of horrors, 'tis half-past four l"
Vainly the Court conjured his stay,
His only answer was " take away ;"
Vainly burst out in angry roar, .
His reply to all was, " half-past four"—
A reply he felt was both just and wise,
And the best of all public apologies.
Oh rare pretext Oh brilliant plan I
To enable a hungry Alderman
To postpone his public duties, in right
Of his own more pressing appetite ;
Whenever henceforth I hear or see
A Whig or a Tory Ministry,
• Count out the House, and hurry away,
On this or that pretext, by way
Of evading some awkward motion, or vote
Of Hume, of Roebuck, or of Grote,
I'll think of Sir Chapman Marshall's snore,
And his very convenient—half-past four