The Sun.
London, England, 1866-10-06 00:00:00

COMMERCIAL.

Gold, 1484. Exchange on London, 1604. 5-20
Bonds, 1121. Illinois, 127. Erie, 91. Cotton, 44.

ARRIVAL OF THE CHINA.

NEW YORK, Sept. 25 (Evening.)
The New York Herald states that Mr. Stanton
and General Grant have urged President Johnson
to recommend the Southern States to accept the
Congressional Constitutional amendment as the
only hope of procuring their representation, and of
saving himself from impeachment. Mr. Johnson
replied that he could neither be influenced nor in-
timidated by personal considerations. He believed
his policy sound, but should cease contending for
it immediately he became satisfied that the interests
of the country demanded that he should do so.

The IVew York Times shows signs of abandoning
the coalition between the Conservative Republicans
and the Democrats, and is advocating the adoption
of the Constitutional amendment by the South.
Wendell Phillips has declined a nomination to
Congress.
Mr. Seward has resumed his official duties.

The Fenians are reported to be assembling at
Highgate, near Rouse's Point, for another raid into
Canada.

MEXICO.

NEW YORK, Sept. 25.

Intelligence received here, dated Vera Cruz, Sept.
10, announces that the Emperor Maximilian has
appointed Senor Martin de Castillo Minister to the
Pope.

News from Matamoras to the 20th Sept. states
that Canales has deposed Hinojosa and declared for
Ortega. He had also imprisoned General Topea,
who was sent by Juarez as Governor of Tamaulipas.
Forced loans were declared permanent. A large
sum had been levied on Conklin's circus, and this
had caused a controversy between the Mexican and
Federal authorities.

The Emperor Maximilian was at San Luis Potosi,
where General Mejia had 900 men preparing to
attack Monterey.

FRANCE.

PARIS, OCt. 6.

The Moniteur of this morning publishes a Mini-
sterial report on the decrease of the cattle plague in
France. This report is followed by an Imperial
decree authrising the importation of all except
ruminating animals arriving from England, Hol-
land, and Belgivm. Fresh hides coming from
.the
same countries will only be admitted if they have
undergone a sufficient salting ar any other disin-
fecting process.

BOURSE, Oct. s.—Two o'clock.—The market is
dull and business slack, and nearly all quotations
again show a decline on preceding rates. But the
downward movement on Italian Fives has not con-
tinued to-day. This Stock has even reached above
56f., but is now quoted again at 55f. 70c., or the
same as yesterday. French Threes have declined
10c., to 68f. 90c. ; Mobilier have declined 3f. The.,
to 632 f. 50c. Credit Foncier are doing at 1,352 f.
50c., and Comptoir d'Escompte 886 f. 25. Immo-
biller° 395. Railway Shares are also flat at inferior
quotations. Several coupons have been detached
to-day : Orleans Shares 20f., Western 17f. 50c.,
Gas 25f., &c. &c.
Three o'clock.—The market has closed as fol-
lows :

por Cents 96 25
Do. end mouth —
3 per Cents. 6B 85
Do. end month 6B 82i
Credit Mobilier
Do. end month
Credit Foncier —
Do. end month 1352 50
RAIL'

Bank Shares 3615
Italian Loan 55 80
Do. end month 55 70
Mexican Loan
Do. Bonds —
Spanish Threes

Ifome Debt -
Deferred
'LYS.

For Account.
Orleans
Northern 1165
Lyons and Mediterranean B9l 25
Southern 572 50
Western 550
Eastern 542 50
Sardinian
Austrian
Lombard
North of Spain
Saragossa 127 50
Ditto to Barcelona 37 50
Boman 66 25

375 -
408 75

Reform Demonstrations.

-

The following letter has been sent by Mr. Brand
in answer to an invitation to attend the Reform
banquet at Manchester :

Glynde, Oct. 3, 1866.
Sir,—lt is with regret that, on public grounds, I
feel bound to decline the invitation of the executive
of the National Reform Union to attend the Reform
banquet at Manchester next month.

I hold it to be my duty as a Liberal member of
Parliament to wait and watch the action of the
present Government with respect to the Reform
question.

Three courses are open to the Government :-
1. They may decline to deal with the Reform
question at all.

2. They may propose an illusory or pernicious
measure.

3. They may propose a measure, if not good, at
least capable of being made so.
It seems to me that the line to be taken by the
Liberal party is, clear.
If the Government take the last and best course,
we ought to support the second reading of their bill,
and endeavour to improve it iu committee. On the
other hand, if the Government take either the first
or second course it will be for Parliament to pass
judgment upon them.-13elieve,
11. BRAND.
J. D. Morton, Esq., National Reform
Union, Manchester.

METROPOLITAN SEWAGE.—A local Act was yes-
terday printed, passed in the present session, to authorise
the Metropolis Sewage and Essex Recla.nation Company
to make a new conduit in lieu of certain portions of their
authorized conduit, and for other purposes. The conduit:is
to be completed within 10 years, and extends to a number
of mileo W the may Of goo..

THE LONDON CORRESPONDENT
of Provincial Newspaper,,
AS SKETCHED SEVEN YEARS AGO BY CHARLES DICKENS.

Who that ever once read it can fail perfectly well
to remember that wonderful and multiform organ—
The Tattlesnivel Bleater? Its celebration by the
inimitable pen of Mr. Dickens appeared nearly
seven years ago, in *the 36th No. of All the Year
Round, naively, under date Saturday, December 31,
1859. Yet the sketch is as true to the life now as
it was then, the name of the unfortunate Wight,
whose portrait was touched off thus delightfully,
being simply Legion. Indeed, so true to the life
is it that with _a very slight alteration, here and
there, of a mere name or two, the paper might have
been written, not seven years ago, but yesterday.
Those who have read it before, will, we doubt not,
very gladly read it again ; while those who have
never yet chanced to do so will, we are equally
satisfied, thank us for here affording them the op-
portunity of making acquaintance with—
THE TATTLESNIVEL BLEATER.

The pen is taken in hand on the present occasion
by a private individual (not wholly unaccustomed
to literary composition), for the exposure of a con-
spiracy of a most frightful nature— a conspiracy
which, like the deadly Upas..tree of Java, on which
the individual produced a poem in his earlier youth
(not wholly devoid of length), which was so flatter-
ingly received (in circles not wholly unaccustomed
to form critical opinions), that he was recommended
to publish it, and would certainly have carried out
the suggestion, but for private considerations (not
wholly unconnected with expense).
The individual who undertakes the exposure of
the gigantic conspiracy, now to be laid bare in all its
hideous deformity, is an inhabitant of the town of
Tattlesnivel—a lowly inhabitant, it may be, but one
who, as an Englishman and a man, will ne'er abase
his eye before the gaudy and the mocking throng.
Tattlesnivel stoops to demand no championship
from her sons. On an occasion in history, our bluff
British monarch, our Eighth Royal Harry, almost
went there. And long ere the periodical in which
this exposure will appear, and sprung into being.
Tattlesnivel had unfurled that standard which yet
waves upon her battlements. The standard alluded
to, is The Tattlesnivel Bleater, containing the latest
intelligence, and state of markets, down to the hour
of going to press, and presenting a favourable local
medium for advertisers, on a graduated scale of
charges, considerably diminishing in proportion to
the guaranteed number of insertions.

Itwere bootless to expatiate on the host of talent
engaged in formidable phalanx to do fealty to the
Bleater. Suffice it to select, for present purposes,
one of the most gifted and (but for the wide and
deep ramifications of an un-English conspiracy),
most rising, of the men who are bold Albion's pride.'
It were needless, after this preamble, to point the
finger more directly. at the London Correspondent
of the Tattlesnivel Bleater.

On the weekly letters of that correspondent, on
the flexibility of their English, on the boldness of
their grammar, on the originality of their quotations
(never to be found as they are printed, in any book
existing), on the priority of their information, on
on their intimate acquaintance with the secret
thoughts, and unexecuted intentions of men, it
would ill become the humble Tattlesnivellian who
traces these words, to dwell. They are graven in
the memory ; they are on the Bleater's file. Let
them be referred to.

But, from the infamous, the dark, the subtle con-
spiracy which spreads its baleful roots throughout
the land, and of which the Bleater's London Cor-
respondent is the one sole subject, it is the purpose
of the lowly Tattlesuivellian who undertakes this
revelation, to tear tha veil. Nor will he shrink
from his self-imposed labour, _Herculean though
it be.

The conspiracy begins in the very Palace of the
Sovereign Lady of our Ocean Isle. Leal and loyal
as it is the proud vaunt of the Bleater's readers, one
and all, to be, the inhabitant who pens this exposure
does not personally impeach, either her Majesty the
Queen, or the illustrious Prince Consort. But,
some silken-clad smoothers, some purple parasite,
some fawners in flippery, some greedy and beor-
tered ones in gorgeous garments, he does impeach
—ay, and wrathfully ! It is asked on what grounds?
They shall be stated.
The Bleater's London Correspondent, in the pro-
secution of his important inquiries, goes down to
Windsor, sends in his card, has a confidential inter-
view with her Majesty and the illustrious Prince Con-
sort. For atime, the restraints of Royalty are thrown
aside in the cheerful conversation of the Bleater's
London Correspondent, in his fund of information, in
his flow of anecdote, in the atmosphere of his genius;
her llajesty brightens, the illustrious Prince Con-
sort thaws, the cares of State and the conflicts of
party are forgotten, lunch is proposed. Over that
unassuming and domestic table, her Majesty com-
municates to the Bleater's London Correspondent
that it is her intention to send his Royal Highness
the Prince of Wales to inspect the top of the Great
Pyramid—thinking it likely to improve his ac-
quaintance with the views of the people. Her
Majesty further communicates that she has made
up he.r. Royal. mind (and that the Prince. Consort
has made up his illustrious mind) to the bestowal of
the vacant Garter let us say on Mr. Roebuck. The
younger Royal children having been introduced a
the request of the Bleater's London Correspondeutt
and having been 1:;y him closely observed to presen
the usual external indications of good health, thet
happy knot is severed, with a sigh the Royal bow
is once more strung to its full tension, the Bleater's
London Correspondent returns to London, writes his
letter, and tells theTattlesnivel Bleater what he knows.
All Tattlesnivel reads it, and knows that he knows
it. But does his Royal Highness the Prince of
Wales ultimately go to the top of the Great Pyra-
mid ? Does Mr.'Roebuck ultimately get the Garter ?
No. Are the younger Royal children even ulti-
mately found to be well ? On the contrary, they
have—and on that very day had—the measles. Why
is this? Because the conspirators against the Bleater's
London Correspondent have stepped in with their
dark machinations. Because her Majesty and the
Prince Consort are artfully induced to change their
minds, from north to south, from east to west, imme-
diately after it is known to the conspirators that they
have put themselves in communication with the
Bleater's London Correspondent. It is now indig-
nantly demanded, by whom are they so tampered
with ? It is now indignantly demanded, who took
the responsibility of concealing the indisposition of
those Royal children from their Royal and Illus-
trious parents, and of bringing them down from
their beds, disguised, expressly to confound the
London Correspondent of the Tattlesnivel Bleater ?
Who are those persons, it is again asked? Let not
rank and favour protect them. Let the traitors be
exhibited in the face of day !
Lord John Russell is in this conspiracy. Tell us
not that his lordship is a man of too much spirit and
honour. Denunciation is hurled against him. The
proof ? The proof is here.

The Time is panting for an answer to the ques-
tion, Will Lord John Russell consent to take office
under Lord Palmerston? Good. The London
Correspondent of the Tattesnivel Bleater is in the act
of writing his weekly letter, finds himself rather at
a loss to settle this question finally, leaves off, puts
his hat on, goes down to the lobby of the House of
Commons, sends in for Lord John Russell, and has
him out. He draws his arm through his Lordship's,
takes him aside, and says, " John, will you ever
accept office under Palmerston ?" His Lordship
replies, " I will not." The Bleater's London Cor-
respondent retorts, with the caution such as a man
is bound to use, " John, think again ; say nothing
to me rashly; is there any temper here?" His
Lordship replies, calmly, " None whatever." After
giving him time for reflection, the Bleater's London
Correspondent says, " Once more, John, let me put
a question to you. Will you ever accept office
under Palmerston ?" His Lordship answers (note
the exact expressions), "Nothing shall induce
me ever to accept a seat in a Cabinet of which
Palmerston is the Chief." They part, the London
Correspondent of the Tattlesnivel Bleater finishes
his letter, and—always being withheld by motives
of delicacy, from plainly divulging his Means of
getting accurate information on every subject, at
first hand—put in it this passage : " Lord J. Russell
is spoken of, by blunderers, for Foreign Affairs ;
but I have the best reasons for assuring your readers,
that" (giving prominence to the exact expressions,
it will be observed) " ' nothing will ever induce him
to accept a seat in the Cabinet of which Palmerston
is the Chief.' On this you may implicitly rely."
What happens? On the very day of the publica-
tion of that number of the Bleater--the malignity
of the conspirators being even manifested in the
selection of the day—Lord John Russell takes the
Foreign-office. Comment were superfluous.
The people of Tattlesnivel will be told, have been
told, that Lord John Russell is a man of his word.
He may be, on sonic occasions ; but, when over-
shadowed by this dark and enormous growth of con-
spiracy, Tattlesnivel knows him to be otherwise. " I
happen to be certain, deriving my information from
a source which cannot be doubted to be authentic,"
wrote the London Correspondent of the Bleater within
the last year, "that Lord John Russell bitterly re-
gretshaving made that explicit speech of last Mon-
day." These are not roundabout phrases ; these
are plain words. What does Lord John Russell
(apparently by accident), within eight-and-forty-
hours after their diffusion over the civilised globe?
Rises in his place in Parliament, and unblushingly
declares that if the occasion could arise five hun-

dred times, for his making that vei-y speech, he
would make it five hundred times ! Is there no
conspiracy here ? And is this combination against
one who would be always right if he 'were not
proved always wrong, to be endured in a country
that boasts of its freedom and its fairness ?
But, the Tattlesnivellian who now raises his
voice against intolerable oppression, may, be told
that, after all, this is a political conspiracy. He
may be told, forsooth, that Mr. Disrael's being in
it, that Lord Derby's being in it, that Mr. Bright's
being in it, that every Home, Foreign, and Colonial
Secretary's being in it, that every ministry's and every
opposition's being in it, are but proofs that men will
do in politics what they would do in nothing else.
Is this the plea? If so, the rejoinder is that the
mighty conspiracy includes the whole circle of
Artists of all kinds, and comprehends all degrees of
men, down to the worst criminal and the hangman
who ends his career. For, all these are intimately
known to the London Correspondent of the Tattle-
snivel Bleater, and all these deceive him.

Sir, put it to the proof. There is the Bloater on
the file—documentary evidence. Weeks, months,
before the Exhibition of the Royal Academy, the
Bleater's London Correspondent knows the subjects
of all the leading pictures, knows what the painters
first meant to do, knows what they ought to do
and won't do, knows what they ought not to do
and will do, knows to a letter from whom they
have commissions, knows to a shilling how much
they are to be paid. Now, no sooner is each
studio clear of the remarkable man to whom each
studio-occupant has revealed himself as he does not
reveal himself to his nearest and dearest bosom
friend, than conspiracy and fraud begin. Alfred
the Great becomes the Fairy Queen •, Moses
viewing 'the Promised Land, turns out to be Moses
going to the Fair ; Portrait of his Grace the
Archbishop of Canterbury, is transformed, as if by
irreverent enchantment of the dissenting interest,
into A Favourite Terrier, or Cattle Grazing ; and
the most extraordinary work of art in the list de-
scribed by the Bleater, is coolly sponged out alto-
gether, and asserted never to have had existence
at all, even in the most shadowy thoughts of its
executant ! This is vile enough, but this is not
all. Picture-buyers then come forth from their
secret positions, and creep into their places in
the assassin -multitude of conspirators. Mr.
Baring, after expressly telling the Bleater's
London Correspondent that he had bought No.
39 for one thousand guineas, gives it up to
somebody unknown for a couple of hundred pounds ; -
the Marquis of Lansdowne pretends to have no
knowledge whatever of the commissions to which
the London Correspondent of the Bleater swore
him, but allows a railway contractor to cut him out
for half the money. Similar examples might be
multiplied. Shame, on these men ! Is this England ?
Sir, look again at literature. The Bleater's
London Correspondent is not merely acquainted
with all the eminent writers, but is in possession of
the secrets of their souls. He is versed in their
hidden meanings and references, sees their manu-
scripts before publication, and knows the sub-
jects and titles of their books when they are
not begun. How dare these writers turn upon
the eminent man and depart from every inten-
tion they have confided to him? HoW do they ,
justify themselves in entirely altering their manu-
scripts, changing their titles, and abandoning
their subjects ? Will they deny, in the lace of
Tattlesnivel, that they do so ? If they have
such hardihood, let the. file of the Bleater strike
them dumb. By their fruits they shall be known.
Let their works be compared with the anticipatory
letters of the Bleater's London Correspondent, and.
their falsehood and deceit will become manifest as-
the sun ; it will be seen that they do nothing which
they stand pledged to the Bleater's London Corre-
spondent to do ; it will be seen that they are among
the blackest parties in this black and base con-
spiracy. This will become apparent, sir, not only
as to their public proceedings, but as to their private
affairs. The outraged fattlesnivellian who now
drags this infamous combination into the face pf
day charges those literary persons with making
away with their property, imposing on the Income
Tax Commissioners, keeping false books, and enter-
ing into sham contracts. He accuses them on the
unimpeachable faith of the London Correspon-
dent of the Tattlesnivel Bleater, with whose
evidence they will find it impossible to reconcile
their own account of any transaction of their lives.
The national character is degenerating under
the influence of the ramifications of this tremendous,
conspiracy. Forgery is committed constantly. A
person of note—any sort of person of note—dies.
The Bleater's London Correspondent knows what
his circumstances are, what his sayings are (if any),
who his creditors are, all about his children and re-
lations, and (in general, before his body is cold)
describes his will. Is that will ever proved ?
Never ! Some other will is substituted ; the real
instrument, destroyed. And this (as has been
before observed) is England !

Who are the workers and artificers enrolled upon
the books of this treacherous league ? From what
funds are they paid, and with what ceremonies are
they sworn to secrecy ? Are there none such ?
Observe what follows.. A little time ago the,
Bleater's London Correspondent had this pas-
sage :—" Boddleboy is pianoforte playing at
St. James's Gallery, with pretty tolerable
success lie clears three hundred pounds per
night. Not bad this! !" The builder of St. Janua-
rius's Gallery (plunged to the throat in the conspi-:
racy) met with this piece of news, and observed,
with characteristic coarseness, " that 'tke Bleater's
London Correspondent was a Blind Ass." Being
pressed by a man of spirit to give his reasons for this
extraordinary statement, he declared that the Gal-
lery; crammed to suffocation, would not hold two
hundred pounds, and that its expenses were, pro-
bably, at least half what it did hold. The man of
spirit (himself a Tattlesnivellian) had the Gallery
measured within a week from that hour, and it
would not hold two hundred pounds ! Now, can the
poorest capacity doubt that it had been altered in
the meantime ?

And so the conspiracy extends, through every
grade of society, down to the condemned criminal
in prison, the hangman, and the Ordinary. Every
famous murderer within the last ten years
has desecrated his last moments by falsifying his
confidences imparted specially to the London Cor-
respondent of the Tattlesnivel Bleater ; on every
such occasion, Mr. Calcraft has followed the de-
grading example ; and the reverend Ordinary, for-
getful of his cloth, and mindful only (it would seem,
alas!) of the conspiracy, has committed himself to
some account or other of the criminal's demeanour
and conversation, which has been diametrically op-
posed to the exclusive information of the London
Correspondent of the Bleater, And this (as has
been before observed) is Merry England !
A man of true genius, however, is not easily de-
feated. The Bleater's London Correspondent, pro-
bably beginning to suspect the existence of a plot
against him, has recently fallen on a new style,
which, as being very difficult to countermine, may
necessitate the organisation of a new conspiracy.
One of his masterly letters, lately, disclosed the
adoption of this style--which was remarked with
profound sensation throughout Tattlesnivel—in the
following passage " Mentioning literary small talk,
I may tell you that some new and extraordinary
rumours are , afloat concerning the conversations I
have previously mentioned, alleged to have taken
place in the first floor front (situated over the street
door), of Mr. X. Ameter (the poet so well known
to your readers), in which, X. Ameter's great uncle,
his second son, his butcher, and a corpulent gentle-
man with one eye universally respected at Kensing-
ton, are said not to have been on the most friendly
footing ; I forbear, however, to pursue the subject
further this week, my informant not being able to
supply me with exact particulars."
But enough, sir. The inhabitant of Tattlesnivel
who has taken pen in hand to expose this odious
association of unprincipled men against a shining
(local) character turns from it with disgust and
contempt. Let him in few words strip the remain-
ing flimsy covering from the nude object of the con-
spirators, and his loathsome task is ended.
Sir, that object, he conthnds, is evidently two-
fold. First, to exhibit the London Correspondent
of the Tattlesnivel Bleater in the light of a mis-
chievous Blockhead, who, by hiring himself out to
tell what he cannot possibly know, is as great a
public nuisance as a Blockhead in a corner can be.
Second, to suggest to the men of Tattlesnivel that
it does not improve their town to have so much
Dry Rubbish shot there.

Nor, sir, on both these points Tattlesnivel de-
mands in accents of Thunder, Where is the Attor-
ney-General? Why doesn't the Times take it up?
(Is the latter in the conspiracy ? It never adopts
his views, or quotes him, and incessantly contradicts
him.) Tattlesuivel, sir, remembering that our
forefathers contended with the Norman at Hastings,
and bled at a variety of other places that will readily
occur to you, demands that its birthright shall not
be bartered away for a mess of potage. llama
care, sir, have a care ! Or Tattlesnivel (its idle
rifles piled in its scouted streets) may be seen ere
long, advancing with its Bleater to the foot of the
Throne, and demanding redress for this conspiracy,
from the orbed and sceptred hands of Majesty itself!

KILLED BY A HORSE THROUGH PLAYING AT
lionsks.—As two little boys were on Thursday amusing
themselves in the Rue de Charenton, Paris, playing at
horses by means of a cord round the body of one and at-
tached to the arms of the other, they wore surprised ;by ft
cabriolet coming on at a sharp pace. To escape they begs°
running, but in different directions, so that the horse,
coining on the cord, drew them together, and crushed both.
One was killed on the spot, and the other survived but a
few Hours.