The Sun.
London, England, 1866-11-30 00:00:00

THE EX rINCTEUR.

The following letter has been addressed to the
proprietor of the extineteur _ _

Chatham Yard, Nov. 5.
Dear Sir,—l witnessed with much interest the experi-
ments made in this dockyard with the extincteur.
Its success in putting out the flame on a burning mass
saturated with naphtha and other inflammable materials
was remarkable.

I think dwelling-houses and establishments, whether
public or private, and all ships and vessels, should have
these useful extincteurs ready at hand to quench the first
beginning of fire on the premises.
I am, dear sir, faithfully yours,

W. HOUSTON STEWART, Cap t. Superintendent.
Edward Casper, Esq.

AN UNREDRESSABLE GRIEVANCE.—Among the
greatest annoyances 'of this world are those we cannot
remedy, that battle our skill, and defy every effort to con-
quer or sot them aside. Of this character is the shameful
trade nuisance, to which the house of Swan and Edgar is
now subjected by the fictitious assumption of the name of
one of its members by a gang of men who have taken a
shop in their immediate vicinity. These people au-
daciously issue circulars, broadcast, of a nature
u has been in several instances in-
dignantly off," and the worthless rubbish thus
foisted
to impose upon ladies the notion that S wan and
Edgar aurpoon"
these 'selling i
public
sent by the purchasers to the establishment of
these gentlemen. The lav has been applied to, but it re-
grets its inability to afford redress! " The press," sug-
gests the worthy magistrate of Marlborough-street, " is all
I can advise you to seek." So if there were no press this
infamous and injurious system of ruining the well-earned
fame of a house, which for half a century has possessed
the character of high honour and integrity, might go on
rampant and unchecked. We, therefore, cheerfully call
attention to the facts as a warning to our readers, and an
act of bare justice to Mesirs. Swan and Edgar.
MAJOR GRANTLY.—It has been said that Major
Grantly had thrown a favourable eye on Grace Crawley—
by which report occasion was given to all men and women
in those parts to hintthatthe Crawleys with all their piety
and humility, were very cm fling, and that one of the Grantlys
was—to say the least of it—very soft, admitted as it was
throughout the county of Barsetshire, that there was no
family therein more widey awake to the affairs generally
of this world and the next combined than the family of
which Archdeacon Gradtly was the respected head
and patriarch. Mrs. Walker, the most good-natured
woman in Silverbridge, lad acknowledged to her daugh-
ter that she could not utderstand it,—that she could not
see anything at all in Grace Crawley. Mr. Walker had
shrugged his shoulders and expressed a coafident belief
that Major Grantly htd not a shilling of his own
beyond his half-pay and his late wife's fortune, which
was only six thousand pounds. Others who were ill-na-
tured had declared that Grace Crawley was little better
than a beggar, and tilt she could not possibly have
acquired the manners tf a gentlewoman. Fletcher, the
butcher, had wondered whether the major would pay his
future father-in-law's tebts; and Dr. Tempest, the old
rector of Silverbridge, whose four daughters were all as
yet unmarried, had turned up his old nose, and had hinted
that half-pay majors eld not get caught in, marriage so
easily as that.—The Lot Chronicle of Barnet No. I. By
Anthony Trollop.