The Sun.
London, England, 1861-04-01 00:00:00

tions of our old metropolis is furnished by Dr.
Doran who, in an article on " The Hills of London,"
urprises the reader by the number he discovers
among our busy thoroughfares. Mr. Halliwell
gives us a very excellent and well-written paper on
the much-discussed " Essays and Reviews," and
Mrs. Merrifield contributes a few sensible remarks
on the need of sanitary knowledge to women—a
fact whose importance is now generally recognised.
" An Excursus for Practical People" censures our
exclusive devotion to reality and matters of fact,
and the reluctance we feel to confess the influence
of anything bordering on sentiment. There is a
very pleasant paper on the " Literature of Gossip,"
and several other tales, poems, and sketches.
Among the former we may mention the first part of
a singular and startling story called " Ralph the
Bailiff;' which certainly awakes the reader's curio-
sity. We congratulate Mrs. Hill on her enter-
prising and promising commencement.

Macmillan's Magazine.
This magazine commences with an article by
Thomas Hare, on the development of the wealth
of India, in which he censures the Indian Govern-
ment for its neglect of the interest of those who
endeavour to develop the resources of that vast
empire; he maintains that from the treatment
that the indigo cultivators have experienced at
the hands of the Government small inducement
is held out to those who would be willing to
invest capital in the production of cotton. H.
Xingsley's tale, "Ravenshoe" is continued, and we
need hardly say is as interesting as it has been
in previous numbers. Charles Ravenshoe has
retired from the University for a time, but if
Mr. Kingsley came out strong, among the " Dons"
and " undergraduates," he is equally clever in
his delineation of the character of the Catho►.ic
priesthood, the contrast between the crafty
Jesuitical Mackworth who wishes to rule the
house as he does the eldest son Cuthbert, and the
honest Irish ecclesiastic Father Tiernay, who,
Whatever his faults, wishes well to all men,
heretics included, is forcibly and admirably de-
scribed. Charles Ravenshoe being a Protestant,
of course an inveterate feud existed between him
and Mackworth, and after an exchange of sharp
hits between them, Charles gives vent to his feel-
Ings while smoking his cigar, in the following
Impromptu, showing clearly what he feels must
come to pass on the death of his father :

The old falcon's nest
Was built up on the crest
Of the cliff that hangs over the sea ;
And the jackdaws and crows,
As every one knows,
Were confounded respectful to he, to he—e—e."
" But the falcon grew old,
And the nest it grew cold,
And the carrion birds they grew bolder,
So the jackdaws and crows,
Underneath his own nose,
Gave both the young falcons cold shoulder."
" The elder was quelled,
But the younger rebelled ;
So he spread his wide wings and tied over the sea.
Said the jackdaws and crows,
' He'll be hanged I suppose,
But what in the deuce does that matter to we ?'

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There was something in the wild, bitter tone in which he
can g the last verse that made Father Tiernay smoke his
Cigar in silence as they sauntered across the yard, till
Charles began again.
"Not a word of applause for my poor impromptu song?
Hang it, I'd have applauded anything you sang."
"Don't be so reckless and bitter, Mr. Ravenshoe," said
Tierney, laying his hand on his shoulder. " I can feel for
you, though there is so little in common between us."
A paper addressed " To Novelists, and a Novelist,"
though true enough in its way, will not, we opine,
have much effect on those who are impelled with
the cacoethes scribendi, that class of individuals being
ruled by a divinity which will not take advice.
" Workhouse Sketches," by Francis Power
Cobbe, is well worthy the perusal of all
the benevolent who desire to be of service
to those who really stand in need of the helping
hand of charity. Mr. Cobbe is severe in his stric-
tures, but he censures the system rather than the
individuals in authority. The repugnance which
all, no matter how destitute, evince to going into
" The House" (as they term it), which is but too
well known to all who take any interest in the
well-being of the poor, does not spring only from
pride, although that has a great deal more to do
with it than is generally supposed. But going into
a workhouse is much the same as going into a
prison, hence hundreds starve rather than seek
admission ; while the sick helpless, who are obliged
to seek refuge in these inhospitable establishments,
are denied the necessary comforts which their
wants ruquire. It is time in the nineteenth cen-
tury, when so many are anxious to contribute to
alleviate the suffering of their fellow creatures,
that the whole of our parochial relief sy stem should
be thoroughly reorganised. There is nothing of
much interest in " Tom Brown at Oxford" this '
Month. He advances in his stuAies as also in his
Chartist principles. His father calls to see him,
and although they fall out about certain dogmas
Which Tom has taken up, on the whole they part
good friends, and a better understanding springs
lip between them. " The Ramsgate Lifeboat," by
the Rev. J. Gilmore, is an account of a night on
the Goodwin Sands, or rather over the sands in the
Ramsgate lifeboat, as described to the author by
the members of the crew. It is highly interesting.
The boat having put out to rescue the crew of a
Portuguese castaway on the sands, the crew found
it impossible to make head through the breakers, and
Were compelled to cross the sands over which they
bumped, yard by yard, for two hours, buried under
the surf the greater part of the time, but the boat
"Was built to stand hard usage, and she weathered
the storm. Such are our national lifeboats. A
chapter on "The Law of Rifle Volunteer Corps"
conclude this number.

Tomple Bar Magazine.
" The Seven Sons of Mammon" is continued at
some length, and there is a description of "an
exceedingly vulgar person," that is well done in
its way. Ernest Goldthorpe and this man, who
was his curate, had a serious quarrel, and Pendragon
departed muttering curses on all who had offended
him. The wonderful Mr. Sims is introduced at
the last chapter, and the mysterious widow again
appears. She is evidently running a very dan-
gerous course, and will soon become involved in
difficulties. " For Better for Worse," is a very
clever tale, and in its course develops much of
the hidden misery of social life. Sir Philip. is a
well-drawn character, and with good intentions,
he renders Ethel wretched by his pride and
obstinacy. The unfortunate coincidence of Ralph's
settling at the rectory, without fearing its near
vicinity to the abode of his haughty brother-
in-law, is one of those striking events
that will often occur in real life. " From
Generation to Generation" is a very dismal
sketch indeed, and many may read a warning in the
horrible fate of Mark Upton, as to the futility of
heaping up riches to such an inordinate extent,
and caring for nothing else. It was a fitting land-
Mark of his horrible career that, after his death,
his house should be called the haunted house.
" A Nation of Marksmen," refers to the important
subject of attention at present, and a very happy
illustration of the purpose of the Volunteer
Movement is given in the words of one who
presided at a meeting the other day, namely,
that the rifle may become in every English-
ra an's hand what the longbow was in the
hands of his ancestors at once the pastime of
his leisure, and the defence of his home and
country." For the benefit of learned readers
there is a paper on " The Provincial Letters of
Pascal," which will repay perusal and exhibits a
Considerable knowledge of the subject. " Abban•
donata " is a most lugubrious tale in verse,
which will suit those who like mournfu: sketches.
This number begins the second volume of this pub-
lication, and the editor in a preface has announced
the fact that its readers have been very consider-
able, and indulges in the hope that the future will
be equal to the past in merit and recognition.

THE TURlfisti BATH.—BeI
jike Middleham and Newmarket ts Life
at Mahon, aua, the Turkish Bath "has
no friends"
says :—Un-
ainee that the announcement in a cotem-
porary a week or two
butterfly
Mr. Peck contemplated
erecting one was another
~
much dis-
posed to "leave well alone" to
having no such intention.
Mr. s canard," Mr. P.
nce feels too m
tote, and after fifty years'
expez them in
indulgefronaa Scott repudiates
in what he terms
such " newfangled notions,"
conviction
wholesome
that if
g horses cannot be trained against the hill
hay and corn, whereby they get wind and
all the Roman or Turkish baths in the world,
not
which tend to weaken the system inszorld,
strengthening it like the natural:mode of sweating, willof
assist them to pay their training bill at the end of the
year, Instead, therefore, of " the trainers of 1870 amusing
themselves with the errors of their predecessors in 1860," as
prophesied by Admiral nous, Mr. Scott expresses his belief
that in a very short time, after a few horses have been suf-
focated or "baked to a cinder," the "ovens" which have
been erected in such haste will be converted to more
useful purposes, such as drying the clothes of
horses sweated upon the old natural system, and that
the " old school" will have the laugh at the " quacks"
after all. We hear of two or three trainers who have
Raready repented the use ofthe Turkish bath; and if report
be true, Mouravieff was not benefited by his " melting"
before Warwick, where by the bye, The Alderman's per-
formance in the Leamington Stakes (for which the stable
"stood him" for a large stake), contrasted most unfavour-
ablyo with that of his more successful stable companion,
IN. ptiuvnus, who, trained on the orthodox system, ran " big"
as-
sisted egoboi, whilst The Alderman's reparation was as-
the use of the Turkish bath I It had almost
escapedw us yto state that last autumn the Melton race course
as levelled, and in parts entirely re-turfed, at an expense
bofyurr.aglos9X £lOO, the whole of which has been, defrayed