The Sun.
London, England, 1861-03-11 00:00:00

FRANCE.

The following circular was addressed from Paris,
on Saturday, by Generals Klapka and Turr to
their countrymen :

PARIS, MARCH 9.
It has come to our knowledge that Austrian agents
mean to take advantage of the coming elections to provoke
a premature movement in Hungary. We fulfil a duty in
warning our countrymen of these manoeuvres, and we
entreat them to use their utmost efforts to frustrate the
scheme. A rising in Hungary at the present moment
might compromise all our most legitimate hopes. We are
certain that nobody will doubt the patriotic sentiments
which guide us in offering this advice. We are persuaded
that all fellow-labourers in the work of the deliverance of
our suffering country, whether at home or abroad, will
agree with us when we say, that we must reserve our
forces intact for the moment when more favourable cir-
cumstances will hold out a sufficient chance of success to
justify an extreme resolution on the part of the nation.

GEORGE KLAPKA.
ETIENNE TURR.

BOURSE, March 9.—The market has been rather
heavy, and prices have given way. Threes, for the
Account, which opened at 68f 25c, are now at 68f
15c. For cash, the prices have been better main-
tained. The Railway Share ?Market has been also
heavy. The following are the last quotations :-
4i per per Cents 95 75 Credit Foncier 930
Do end month.... —; Belgian 41 991 --
3 per Cents
Do. end month 6B 10 Roman
Bank Shares . 2885 —1 Austrian
Credit Mobilier.... 658 75 ' Spanish Threes
Do. Account 660 —lRome Debt

RAILWAYS.
Cash. Account.
Orleans
Northern
New ditto
Lyons and Mediterranean 950 951 25
Geneva 382 50 .. 381 25
Southern 527 50 .. 530
"Western
Eastern ....
Sardinian
Austrian
Lowbard

LITERATURE.

Dinners and Diners. By E. L. Blanchard. One
Vol., pp. 118. Adamson.

A pleasant, laughter-moving, delightful name on
any title page is the name of E. L. Blanchard. Is
it not recognised with delight by children of all
ages as that of a veritable Master of the Revels ?
one from whose whimsical fancy came that genuine
" screamer " among farces, the " The Artful Dodge"
—one who is author, too, of all sorts of comical
dramas, such as " The Road of Life" and
of all kinds of extravagantly humorous burlesques,
like that of " Antigone "---and inventor (we believe
that is the correct stage phrase in regard to this
particular department of authorship) inventor of
the grotesque, imaginative openings of scores upon
scores of world-famous Pantomimes ! Why, in
regard to this last-mentioned field for the display
annually by Mr. Blanchard of his inexhaustible
capacity as a caterer for public amusement—is it
not enough to bear in recollection for a moment the
fact that no less than three of the principal among
our London theatres were provided by E. L. Blan-
chard this last Christmas season with their popular
Pantomimes ? There was 7ont lhumb at Her
Majesty's—there was another capital pantomime of
his at Sadler's Wells—and there was (a mere mat-
ter of course, this last), the usual grand Drury-lane
pantomime. The Christmas frequenters of Old
Drury meet E. L. Blanchard there every successive
winter with his new pantomime. This year ho
took his theme, it will be remembered, from the
wonderful fairy tale of " Peter "Wilkins." The pre-
decessors of " Peter -Wilkins" on the boards of
Drury-lane Theatre having been in this way (thanks
to that vis comica of our author, which is year after
S ear so irresistibly provocative of the rises conzicus),
among others, " Robin Hood," " Little Jack Hor-
ner," "Harlequin Hudibras," "King Humming
Top,- a-acit and J even Ages of Man,"
" See-Saw Margery Daw," and " Jack and
the Beanstalk." If only, therefore, out
of a pleasant remembrance of all these
resplendent dramatic cornicalities a humorous
volumette like this about '° Dinners and Diners,"
from the pen of E. L. Blanchard, is right welcome,
and must be greeted accordingly. The motto of the
little prelection, subdivided into a dozen chapter;
including the invitation and the conclusion, is
sufficiently suggestive :
" We may live without learning—what's knowledge but
grieving ?
We may live without hope—what is hope but deceiving ?
We may live without love—what is passion but pining ?
But where is tho man who can live without Dining ?"

Does anyone want a taste, however, of the banquet
of fun here provided ? Wo giv.3 him a plentiful
"Help" in the form of the following hypocondriacal

LINES'TO MY LIVER,
WRITTEN IN A MOMENT OF DEEP DESPONDENCY.

Remote, inactive, dilatory, slow—
A line evoking Goldsmith's recollection—
Behold my liver, and the world will know
From this broad hint whence comes my deep dejection.

Source of all gloomy thoughts, all direful deeds,
All moping by the melancholy river,
Where he who plunging, strangled by the weeds,
Oft curses Fate, when he should blame his liver.!
111.
Mysterious morsel of the human frame,
Recondite region of the rueful blues,
Tremendous tissue, from whose dark cells came
Those rays, far-stretching, of cerulean hues I
Iv.
Why shouldst thy gloomy veil spread, far beyond,
A dark dim curtain o'er our future days, or
Make mortals shrink from pondering o'er a pond,
Or hesitate each morn to raise a razor ?
v.
Vicarious viscus, that we know, yet see not,
Hepatic horror that we would forget,
Enlarging woes that be, and those that be not
Inventing, as the woes to greet us yet.
VI.
To thy shortcomings may be traced the gloom
That makes us feel by all the world deserted
To thine inaction may IDO traced the doom,
Which if thou actedst right would be averted.
VII.
Lugubrious liver ! is proud man to be
The slave of thy remorseless eccentricity ?
Must still the sky be hung in black for thee,
Insensate increment of infelicity ?
VIII.
No, think it not—thou Gorgon-like conjunction,
Stone-deadening everything on which we look,
Locking up every wholesome human function,
Leaving the keys with publican or cook
Ix.
One'is not going to be so besotted
As now to think he's wronged, and robbed beside,
And ought to sever his poor bared carotid,
Because there's something wrong with his inside.
x.
Man's wiser grown—and when he feels unhappy,
And life is tedious, he goes out of town ;
And there, if still a sad and wiser chap, ho
At once will send, to cure him, Doctor Brown.
Having provicted which effectual whet to the appe-
tite of the reader in search of the humorous, we
commend anyone and everyone who loves a laugh
to the feast of merriment and flow of fun here pro-
vided for them by one who, as a comic writer, is
certainly a host in himself ! And as to the advan-
tage flowing from such harmless laughter, has not
old HORACg asked nineteen centuries ago—
Ridentem dicere veruni quid vetat ?"