The Sun.
London, England, 1861-06-03 00:00:00

COMMERCIAL INTELLIGENCE.

Stocks are dull, and lower. Illinois Central are
quoted 651 ; New York Central, 71i ; Erie, 211.
Exchange—Bankers' bills, 106 to 1061.
The cotton market is dull and heavy. Middling
upland, 111 e.
Corn steady. Flour improved.
NEW ORLEANS, MAY 21.
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ld. do 11,d.

QUEENSTOWN, SATURDAY NIGHT.

The Canadian screw steamer North American,
Captain Aiton, from Quebec on the 11th ult., has
put in here disabled.
The Nova Scotian had arrived out.
The news by the North American has been anti-
cipated.

SUNDAY.

The Royal Mail steamship Arabia arrived here at
1.30 p.m., embarked mails, passengers, and latest
telegrams, and proceeded for Halifax and Boston at
4.40 p.m. ; all well.

TILE MAGAZINES.

Blackwood.

The first article is very deserving of perusal, as
it presents us with some very curious information
regarding a species of humanity not often brought
under consideration, namely, " The Book-Hunter."
We could hardly suppose delusion to have gone so
far as is the case in some instances here cited. It is
said that the danger is inevitably incurred when
the first duplicate is purchased. After this there
is no hope, and the infatuated individual goes on
heaping up pile upon pile of his literary stores till
his friends are horrified and his acquaintances
amazed. The following passage relates to the re-
markable accumulation of books that were the pro-
perty of Heber. It is said that he always consi-
dered it advisable to possess three copies of a work.
Hence the sum total of his manifold hoards is not
so unaccountable:—
" The greatest book-sale probably that ever was in the
world, was that of Heber's collection in 1834. There are
often rash estimates made of the size of libraries, but those
who have stated the number of his books in six figures,
seem justified when one looks at the catalogue of the sale,
bound up in five thick octavo volumes. For results so
magnificent, Richard Heber's library had but a small be-
ginning, according to the memoir of him in the Gentleman's
Magazine, where it is said, that having ono day acciden-
tally met with a little volume, called ' The Vallie of
Varietie,' by Henry Peacham, he took it to the late Mr.
Bindlay of the stamp-office, the celebrated collector, and
asked him if this was not a curious book. Mr. Bindlay,
after looking at it, answered, ' Yes—not very—but rather a
curious book.' This faint morsel of encouragement was, it
seems, sufficient to start him in his terrible career, and he
trifle becomes important as a solemn illustration of the
obsta principiis. His labours, and even his perils, were on
a par with those of any veteran commander who has led
armies and fought battles during the great part of a long
life. He would set off on a journey of several hundred
miles any day in search of a book not in his collection.
Sucking in from all around him whatever books were afloat,
he of course soon exhausted the ordinary market; and to
find a book obtainable which he did not already possess,
was an event to be looked to with the keenest anxiety, and
a chance to be seized with promptitude, courage, and deci-
sion. At last, however, he could not supply the cravings
of his appetite without recourse to duplicates, and far more
than duplicates. . . . Many scholars and authors ob-
tained the raw material for their labours from his transcen-
dent stores. These, indeed, might be said less to be per-
sonal to himself than to be a feature in the literary geo-
graphy of Europe. ' Some years ago,' says the writer in
the Gentleman's Magazine, 'he built a new library at his
house at llodnet, which is said to be full. His residence
at Pimlico, where he died, is filled, like Magliabechi's at
Florence, with books from the top to the bottom—every
chair,
every table, every passage containing piles of erudi-
tion. He had another house in York-street, leading to
Great James's-street, Westminster, laden from the ground
floor to the garret with curious books. He had a library
in the High-street, Oxford, an immense library at Paris,
another at Antwerp, another at Brussels, another at Ghent,
and at other places in the Low Countries, and in Qer.
many,' "

There is a paper on " The Monks of the West,"
which is a summary of that work. It is stated that
the "great majority of writers interest the world
chiefly on account of the books they have written,
and it gives a piquant addition to literary fame when
the position is reversed, and books have a prior
claim upon the attention of the public on account
of their author. Such is the case with all the
works of M. Montalembert." It is instructive and
interesting to dwell on the works of this gifted
Frenchman ; and many who have read this article
may desire to see the work itself. Some pages are
devoted to the consideration of " Miss Bremer in
Switzerland and Italy," and a just tribute is paid to
the merits of her travels that appeared some little
while since. At the same time, there is rather too
sweeping a censure on her style in general, and
some rather trifling themes are selected for scrutiny
in this criticism on her writings. "Norman Sin-
clair" is proceeded. with, and some satisfactory
events take place. A very amusing incident
is that of the celebrated thief-catcher being
himself caught and locked up for a considerable
period. " I'm very fond of Water," is a new tem-
perance song. It is very ludicrous, and will
have many admirers in those who like a comic
style. The idea is ingenious, and carried out in
a spirited manner. " Memoirs of a Tory Gentle-
woman" refers to a very interesting book by Miss
Eliza Cornelia Knight. This lady in early life
had written various things, but it is said she out-
lived her reputation as an authoress. " But she
did not outlive the esteem in which she was held
by a very large circle of friends, including kings
and princes, and the honourable of the earth of
all ranks and degrees. Few people have had so
extensive an acquaintance as Miss Knight, and
when we say that her reminiseencs extend over
a line of European worthies, beginning with Oliver
Goldsmith and ending with Bnjamin Disraeli, no
one will question that the most attractive book
which such a person can write is a plain record
of her personal experiences." " From the Father-
land," gives some account of feelings and preju-
dices in that locality, and concludes with the fol-
loming remark, in which there is more truth
than politeness, in reference to the allies England

might choose in time of need. It is said that
the Germans would be the safest, " whereas the
friendship of France, though doubtless very plea-
sant and desirable, inevitably suggests the kind
of uncertainty that attends domestic relations with
a tame tiger."

Dublin University .211agazine.

"An Only Son" is continued at some length, and
the character of Keane Burkitt comes out in a very
conspicuous manner, he seems the embodiment of
selfishness and 'greediness. The sketch here is a
very adroit one, and doubtless this crafty hero will
figure prominently in these adventures on a future
occasion. "Scenes and Customs in the West Indies"
furnishes us with some very readable remarks on
Jamaica. This island is worthy of notice, and we
do not often meet accounts of it. Idleness appears
to be very prevalent in the place. " Fresh butter
and fresh fish are seldom used, though the former
is easily made, and the latter abounds in the rivers
and on the coasts, It is easier to bring dry salt
fish from America, and import salt butter, which
not unfrequently resembles the unctuous yellow
deposit which is applied to railway carriage
wheels." Nothing can be more absurd than the
pretended independence of negro servants who will
not pay any attention to the ringing of a bell. They
will sometimes insist on having the prefix of Mr.,
Mrs, or Miss, to their names. " Heigh, deur call
me, like daag ho crit ; me no go, me no daag."
" Ministers of the Devil" is a very amusing paper
that treats of some striking peculiarities in the
mode of cookery. "It was remarked by some body
who knew what he was about, that God sends meat
but the Devil sends cooks." The proverb, it may
seem, has a deeper foundation, in fact, than has
commonly been imagined. Taken in its more lite-
ral sense it points to spoliation of good vic-
tuals, by ill-starred notions of cookery. None
but the Devil could have suggested to Soyer
the horror of a red herring pie, or potatoes
mashed with cad-liver oil ; and surely it must have
been the Devil if not Moloch himself who put into
Liebig's head the horrible notion of extracting the
red juices of raw beef and mutton by cold muriatic
acid, and calling the product " soup." " Our Minor
Macaulays" is a little sketch that is admirably exe-
cuted, and contains some striking truth 3 regarding
many of the glaring errors into which those fall
who are more copiers than originators. Without
any acerbity the writer adduces some instances in
which the mistake is made of attempting more in
show than can be carried out in substance. The
following passage will speak for itself :
" But while indulge genie is one good rule of authorship,
ne quid nimis is another. An author, above all things,
must not appear to ride his Pegasus too hard. Spare the
whip and use the reins, is good advice to the young
Phaetons of fancy, who wish to let out all their powers,
and so betray the effort under which they are composing.
The half, in these cases, is more than the whole—the good
thing unsaid is the reserve of power, which should always
be kept in for some future emergency ; and the reader should
be sent away wishing for more, and not fatigued by the
prodigality of the banquet.
"We have singled out Mr. Windsor as an instance of
the style which errs by excess of illustration; but a glance
at the periodicals of the day will show that, as the fault is
a common one, it calls for some correction. It arises from
the incessant appetite of the public for something smart
and lively. The travelled volubility of Mr. Walter Thorn-
bury, Dr. Doran's annual appearance with a volume or two
of chit-chat about royalty, Mr. Jeafferson's books about
doctors or novelists, stuffed out from the rag-bag of an in-
dustrious literary cheffonier, are all the results of Macau-
lay's over picturesque style. The best cure for this man-
nerism is to send ambitious authors to study English in
the school of Mill, Hallam, Dean Millman, and Helps.
Sometimes eloquent, always lucid, always natural, these
four writers, however they differ in other respects, agree in
this, that they have carried down the style of writing Eng-
lish, as Addison and Locke left it before Johnson spoiled
its simplicity with Latinisms, or Carlyle with Teutonisms.
We look to the writers of the present day in a spirit of wise
Conservatism to keep to the traditions of the past, as these
four writers have done, and to hand down that sacred trust,
a nation's language, unimpaired, to generations yet un-
born."

" The Month's Chronicle" presents the reader with
the usual quota of information regarding the chief
events that have lately transpired at home and
abroad. Some very just observations are made on
the " Budget," which tend to prove that unneces-
sary clamour was raised on behalf of Mr. Glad-
stone's measure, but that has been so often the case
that few can marvel at the reiteration of such
infatuation when there was a so-called popular
question to be traded on, and the enlightenment of
uneducated millions conveniently served as a war-
cry for disappointed financiers and patriotic dema-
gogues. " Modern Pre-Raphaelism" contains some
very wise criticisms on the extreme lengths to which
the followers of the new fashion have gone, and
many may derive instruction from this carefully-
written essay. There are some other articles of
varied interest in this number, and some verses
which are pleasing but do not present anything
very striking.

Yraser's _Magazine.

The first paper in Fraser will probably attract
many readers, being from no less a hand than that
of Mr. Fronde, the historian, and bearing the at-
tractive names of " Queen Elizabeth, Lord Robert
Dudley, and Amy Robsart." Mr. Froude does not
accord to the Virgin Queen that favour which he
lavished on her headstrong sire, thereby producing
a revolution in modern English history. His cen-
sures en Elizabeth, however, are founded on
authentic letters of the time, now just drawn forth
from the archives of Simancas, that famous depo-
sitory of State secrets. The active and confidential
correspondence constantly addressed to the wily
and astute Philp the Second, by his ambassadors
at the other European Courts, throws light on many
disputed passages of history. However disin-
genuous the crafty Spaniards might be with other
sovereigns, they knew better than to attempt to de-
ceive their own, and the information furnished to
the despot of Spain was usually as copious as it was
accurate. The story of Elizabeth's perilous posi-
tion amid the plots and counterplots that were
thickly gathered round the commencement of her
reign, of her mad infatuation for Dudley, afterwards,
as all readers of Kenilworth know, the famous
Earl of Leicester; of the masked designs of the
Spanish ambassador, and the steady firmness with
which Cecil saved his country and his Queen, is
briefly and graphically told by Mr. Froude, who
promises, moreover, to enlarge on this subject
another time. "The City of the Sun" is a some-
what less surprising narrative than it would have
been twenty years ago, when ladies were restricted
to the insides of stage coaches at the very least. It
is a pleasant paper written by a lady, telling
of her solitary rambles among the deserted cities
and temples of the ancient world. The great ofject
of her desire was to visit Baalbec, and of her wan-
derings amid its mighty rules of palaces and tem-
ples she gives a vivid description. "Baalbec," she
observes, " has two characters peculiarly its own—
enormous magnitude and redundant richness. The
buildings are not only of immense height and ex-
tent, but each individual block is of dimensions
almost unexampled elsewhere." Thus one stone in
the temple of Baal measured, we are told, thirty-
one feet. Further on the enchantment has in-
creased. "Here were the towering six columns of
the giant fane of the Sun ; here the second temple,
the most magnificent, the most perfect left to us of
the ancient world. Passing out at the great ruined
gateway, here are the vast and splendid square and
hexagonal courts, with their walls forming exedrie,
and loaded with an indescribable profusion of orna-
ments, columns, pilasters, entablatures, niches, and
seats overhuug with garlands and sculptured wings
of fanciful creatures. All that the richest of
the styles of ancient architecture could achieve,
the magnificent Corinthian in its most luscious
dreams—seems perfected here." It is necessary for
the wanderer, who wishes fully to realise the vast-
ness of these ancient temples, to linger some time
among their ruins. As the writer before us re-
marks,—" It always takes time for the effect of
grandeur to sink into our minds. Beauty we dis-
cover at a glance, though its power does not fail
also to grow and strengthen. But the immensity
of a building or a mountain does not reveal itself
till our eyes have, as it were, learned the perspec;
tive of its magnitude, as a child learns to see.
Thoughts of poetry, and philosophy, and ancient
associations, are profusely mingled with her de-
scriptions, the style being occasionally,it must
be admitted, somewhat inflated. Nevertheless,
many readers may find it pleasant to quit the dusty
highways of European discussions, for a ramble
through these vast and mighty rains, with so
enthusiastic a guide. The two stories which have
been going on for some time both make progress.
In " Good for Nothing," the hero declares his love
to the fair music mistress, and starts for Australia
to see the world. In " Ida Conway," there is also
an eclaircissement between the hero and heroine,
though not of an equally agreeable nature. Al-
though Count Ernest gives a full explanation to
Ida of the reasons which had occasioned his !flys
tei ious conduct, IVliss Con way is too indignant to
be pacified, and dismisses him in the most sum-
mary and uncourteous manner. The author of
this tale certainly does not fall into the mistake of
making his heroine too perfect, since Ida's incon-
sistencies are somewhat curious. -Mr. Alexander
Bain continues his series of phrenological papers,
giving, as usual, much interesting information re-
specting the science. There 's also an attractive
paper on " Historical Art in England," censuring
us, not undeservedly, we fear, for our national in-
difference to the higher walks of art. Allusion is
made to the recent death of Mr. Criss, whose first
historical picture achieved a striking success, and
is at present in the House of Lords, yet whose
later works met such unworthy neglect, that he
had to support himself by teaching children. It is
the old story, welch tells us that, even in our
own days, Grub•street has its parallel. There
interest, and the
are other papers of varying

"Chronicle of Current History" is continued with
conciseness and spirit.

Bentley's Miscellany.
Harrison Ainsworth's radiant Historical Romance
" The Constable of the Tower," as hitherto during
so many months past, again leads off the new
number of Bentley's Miscellany. This time, how-
ever, with no illustration from the hand of that
facile artist John Gilbert—and, what is yet more
remarkable, without any explanation whatever as
to the cause of that unwonted absence of embellish.
ment. Not that Mr. Ainsworth's story this month
really needs pictorial adornment. It is, in fact,
wholly independent of the artist's aid—Ainsworth's
pen colouring the page into life as vividly as though
that pen were the brush of a painter. With eight
additional chapters, the Second Book of " The Con-
stable" is brought to a conclusion. The Constable
himself—and so far the work appears (in the pre-
sent instalment, at least) somewhat of a misnomer
—passes across the scene only for the briefest in-
terval, and then quite incidentally. If Sir John
Gage has little to do this month towards the deve-
lopment of the plot of the narrative, the Lord
High Admiral has everything to do with
it. That handsome personage has certainly-
seized upon the lion's share of the interest inspired
by this courtly tale of love and ambition. Every
one is (in importance) subordinated to him—his
brother, the Lord Protector—his wife, the Queen
Dowager—his erst-while lady-love, the Princess
Elizabeth--his Majesty himself, the boy- king
Edward VI. ! Mr. Ainsworth tells us (as who but Mr_
Ainsworth could tell us P) how a gorgeous fete waist
given by the Lord-Admiral at Seymour House; how
the lord Admiral's marriage with the Queen
(Catherine Parr) was ennounced ; how in spite of
that the Lord Admiral's passion was revived for
the Princess Elizabeth; how the Lord Admiral
furnished money to his royal nephew; how the
Lord Admiral deigned to lay the young King's
grievances before Parliament; how the Lord Ad—.
miral's letter was transcribed by the compliant hands
of the sovereign ; and finally, and this is without any
question the most powerfully written chapter of 113:4
how the Lord Admiral and the Lord Protector Were
again—when it might least have been expected—
reconciled ! Some passages in this stormy interview
between the two brothers we must give, if only in.
evidence of the skill with which the characters are
discriminated. Seymour has been conferring with.
King Edward and is about to retire from, the royal
presence with an obeisance.

But ere he could do so he was stopped by the sudden en-
trance of the Lord Protector, accompanied by the Earls of
Warwick and Arundel, Lord Russell, Sir Wm. Paget, and Sir
John Gage. For a moment the Admiral was taken aback,
but quickly recovering himself, he drew himself up to his.
full height, and regarded his brother with a glance of de-
fiance.
" Soh I you are here, my lord, in direct defiance of my
injunctions," cried Somerset.
" My uncle is here at my request," cried Edward, throw-
ing himself between them. " I sent for him."
" Your majesty will not be able to screen him," observe
Somerset. "I am too well informed of his plots. He will
be brought to account for his treasonable designs."
" Treasonable I" exclaimed Edward. " Nay, your high-
ness, the Admiral has been guilty of no treason in coming to
me."
" He will have to answer to the council for what he has
done," rejoined the Protector, "and it will be for them to
decide whether his designs are treasonable or not. I charge
him with a flagrant disobedience of my commands and au-
thority—with constantly labouring and studying to put into' your Majesty's head a dislike of the government of the
realm and of my doings. I charge him with endeavouring
as much as in him lies, to persuade your Majesty, being of
too tender years to direct your own affairs, to take upon
yourself the government and management of the realm to
the danger of your person, and the peril of the whrde kin-
dom. Let him deny these charges, if he can." g
" I will answer them at once," replied the Admiral,
boldly. "It is no treason to be here with the King, my
nephew, in disobedience to your grace's mandate. I deny
tlat 1 have soul ht to create a dislike of the government in
my royal nephew's mind; but I will not deny that I have
said that his affairs might be better managed, and that he
himself ought to be better ordered—and that I would de
my best to have him better ordered."
You are an audacious traitor, and glory in your guilt,"
cried the Protector. "But you have crowned your offences
by obtaining a letter from the King whereby you seek to
accomplish your object of supplanting me in the governor-
ship of the Royal person . But you will be balked in your
design."
" What paper hath your lordship in your hand ?" de-
manded the Earl of Warwick of the Admiral.
"A letter to the Houses of Parliament, which I myself
shall deliver to-morrow. 'Tis written by
his Majesty, and
signed by him, as ye may see."
"But drawn up by yourself," remarked Warwick. " My
lord, you have done wrong."
" In what respect ?" cried the Admiral, fiercely.
King is dissatisfied with the governor of his person, and
would change him."
" Who has made him so dissatisfied ?" asked Warwick.
" Not I," rejoined the Admiral. "You would seem to
infer that his Majesty cannot judge for himself ; that he
cannot toll whether he is well or ill ordered ; that he is
willing to be kept in subjection, to be deprived of the
society he most affects, and to be stinted in his purse..
You think he cannot find out all these things without my.
aid. But I tell you, my lord of Warwick, that his
majesty has found them out, and is determined to have re-
dress, if not from you, from Parliament."
"My Lord Admiral, you will never deliver that letter,"
observed Warwick, in a stern tone.
" Your lordship is mistaken," rejoined Seymour.
" In the name of the council I command you to give it
up to his highness the Lord Protector," said -Warwick.
" What if I refuse ?" rejoined Seymour.
" We will order your immediate arrest," said the earl.
" Sooner than surrender it to him I will destroy it," cried
the Admiral, tearing the letter in pieces.
" What have you done, my lord ?" cried the King,
alarmed at the proceeding.
" You will destroy yourself if you go on thus, my lord,"
observed Sir John Gage, in a low tone to the Admiral.
"The authority of the council is not to be braved with im-
punity."
"1 am not to be frightened, good Sir John," rejoined
Seymour, haughtily. I fear neither the council nor the
Lord Protector. They will not molest me."
The event proves the reasonableness of Seymour's
boast, for the Lord Protector is speedily cowed by
him (in a whispered converse away from the rest)
into a meek pretence at least of reconciliation. It
is at that point that the narrative breaks off for the
time being with the close of Book the Second.
As the crowning glory of the romance will come,
of course, the record by Harrison Ainsworth of the
Rise and Fall of the younger and haughtier Lord
Protector ! A few words as to the remaining con-
tributions in this new number of Bentley's Miscel-
lany. " The House, Blaswick" is brought to a con-
clusion. It is the oddest little instalment. Less
than three pages. Yet it is sufficient. Frederick
Marshall, in continuation of his series about French
Trade and Population, give us an instructive chap-
ter on " Education " among our imperial neigh-
bours. Monkshood, in his " Mingle Mangle," has
another pleasant little chat about Town and
Country, as usual interspersed with abundant quo-
tations. Dudley Costello begins to awaken more
interest in the reader's mind in behalf of his young
hero " Lorn Loriot"—the last of whose adventures
is capitally told, i. e., the passing of the forged
cheque at the banking house. Besides all which
0 oida has another of his sparkling little pungent
witty historiettes of Love in High Life.

The New Monthly.
The opening article in this magazine is generally
devoted to fereign subjects, and the one before us
is no exception to the rule. It refers to Cilicia,
which it styles " the most beautiful and interesting
of all the provinces of Lesser Asia," and is founded
on a recent work by M. Victor Langlois. This
gentleman, it seems from the account here given of
him, is a distinguished French archaeologist, who,
in December, 1851, we are told, presented a work
on numismatics to the Emperor. The Emperor
did not then enjoy the imperial dignity, but we
suppose that M. Langlois, out of gratitude for the
favour shown to hire, has not hesitated to con-
fer the title a little before the time. The Emperor,
glancing at the book, asked if the writer had tra-
velled in Asia, to which M. Langlois replied thnt
he had not, but hinted that he would be happy to
do so under Government auspices. The conversa-
tion terminated, but eight days later he received a
commission from the. Minister of Public Instruc-
tion to explore .. An abstract of his work is
given in the paper before us, which may interest
the reader. The story of " East Lynne" is con-
tinued, and probably approaches its termination.
Sir Francis Levison is arrested for the murder
of Hallijobn, and the unfortunate 'Richard Hare
has a prospect of being cleared from suspicion.
Mr. Carlyle is returned as member for Lynne, his
victory being secure even without the rival candi-
date's capture by the police in the midst of the
election. Poor little William Carlyle is doomed by
the physician, and his mother nearly betrays her-
self in her grief and anxiety. The unnatural
position of Lady Isabel in her former home is most
painful, and mars the reader's pleasure in the vivid
and life-like style of the story. Sir Nathaniel, in
his Notes on Note-Worthies," tells us of Cardinal
Alberoni, one of those ambitious Churchmen whose
fortune it was to experience the proverbially fickle
favour of kings. In this instance, however, his
sudden dismissal was very like an act of historical
justice, repaying his own treachery to Princess
Orsini, perhaps better known as Madame des
Ursins. M. du Chaillu's famous book on the
Gorillas is the subject of an entertaining article,
which gives copious extracts from the volume in
question. Mrs. Bushby commences another story
of West Indian life, under the title of Why is she
an Old Maid ?" Another work of fiction going on
is the history of Granville de Vigne, in the present
instalment of which the marriage between De
Vigne and Constance Trefusis takes place, and the
passionate and self-willed hero speedily realises the
value of his friends' warnings. The punishment
of his own misdoings is merited, however
great might be the treachery of the deceiver.
For poetical contributions we have some verses on
" The Rose in the City Alley," by Nicholas Michell,
lnd the following humorous recipe for the conic
sections by W. C. Kent, which is dedicated to the
anonymous author Qf the immertgl lines, beginning