The Sun.
London, England, 1866-01-29 00:00:00

RAILWAYS.
Cash.

Orleans
Northern
Lyons and Mediterranean
Southern
Western
Eastern
Sardinian.
Austrian
Lombard
North of Spain
Saragossa
Ditto to Barcelona
Roman

It is stated that her Majesty has been pleased
to grant an allowance of £3OO a year to Lady Eastlake.
FOUNDERING OF THE LONDON.--Among those
who went down with the ill-fated ship London,
there is one gentleman whose name deserves to be rescued
from the common oblivion which, as far as the public
is concerned, is likely too soon to overtake the majo-
rity of the sufferers. Narrowly escapfng a few years ago
a similar fate on board the Marco Polo, when she struck
an iceberg in the middle of the night in the Southern Ocean,
and displaying the utmost presence of mind on that terri-
ble occasion, Mr. Henry John Denis had since been very
active as a colonial explorer, and had for many months been
engaged in a hazardous hunting expedition in the wild
regions, and among the savage tribes which lie at the back
of Port Natal. Not on these accounts, however, would his
name deserve to be brought into prominent public notice.
The circumstance for which he is entitled to a place in our
memories is, that he is understood to be the first., if not the
only, Englishman who has actually grown cotton in the
Southern States of the American Union by free negro labour.
THE CHANCELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER AND THE
TEA DUTIES. —lt is rumoured that Mr. Gladstone
is taking statistics with a view to making another reduc-
tion in the duties levied upon tea. The customs authori-
ties at Glasgow have been officially requested to canvass
the trade as to the opinion held of the expediency of doing
away with the present Custom-house routine, and collect-
ing the tea duties at the ship's side. It is said that the sav-
ing thereby effected would permit of a further reduction in
the tea duties. The subject is exciting considerable atten-
tion at Glasgow, and many are strongly of opinion that
some change will be introduced in the Chancellor's next
Budget.—The Grocer.

THE GALLERY GODS.—Feeling rather like Ixion
in heaven, I proceeded to observe the gods more
minutely, and, by what I knew of their attributes, to dis-
tinguish one from another. There was no difficulty in
finding Vulcan—he was omnipresent. The grimy god was
to be seen everywhere, with his coat off and his sleeves

turned up, as if he had been forging thunderbolts up to the
last minute. It was not easy, however, without making
invidious distinctions, to say who should be considered the
original Vulcan ; but I at last pitched upon a person who,
besides being of superior foulness to his fellows, was en-
titled to the preference on the ground of his being seated
near a very pretty girl—Venus, of course. Venus was the
gem of the gallery, and, with her soft dove-like eyes and
bright smile, would have passed for the goddess of love in
very much better company than she was in at present.
Close beside Venus, as might have been expected, was
Mars, an immensely tall Lifeguardsman, between whom
and his fair neight-our there seemed to exist a certain sym-
pathy, occasioned, perhaps, by the fact that while she was
dove-eyed, he was pigeon-breasted ; or it may have been
only the attraction that a pretty face invariably has for a
red coat, and a red coat for a pretty face. As I was gazing
carefully round, looking about vainly for Apollo, a voice
from the farther side of the gallery called out—the gods
have a habit of occasionally shouting* each other—" Bill,
where's Ginger ?" To which was replied from my side of
the house—" He's gone down." This threw some light
upon the subject. Evidently, amongst the Immortals, the
sun-god was known as "Ginger," on account of the warm
and brilliant nature of his duties ; and the expression
"gone down," with reference to him, needs no explanation.
There was no chance of mistaking Bacchus; he was very
near me, and, past all controversy, rather in nectar. Nep-
tune, in the disguise of a waterman to a cabstand, was lean-
ing with his head over the edge of the gallery, as if he were
sea-sick. And as for the god, Pluto, a moment's thought
reminded me that he could not be here ; he would be in the
pit, of course.

CHANG'S NEW ENTERTAINMENT. A novelty has
been introduced at the giant's evening levees in the shape
of a tea party, given by Mrs. Chang, who distributes with
her own hands a cup of the pure stimulant with the true
grace of a Celestial. The oddest part of the entertainment,
however, consists in the sudden appearance of Chang at-
tired in European costume. " The Glimpse of Chinese
Life" has undergone considerable alterations for the better,
and the visitor to "His Highness's" levees will now be
enabled, under the guidance of Mr. Marquis Chisholm, to
spend a most pleasant and social ho