The Sun.
London, England, 1859-08-04 00:00:00

JOHN BULL PHOTOGRAPHED.

John Bull has this vanity in an eminent degree.
He is convinced, beyond all doubt, that he is the
greatest man in the world. He takes it for granted
every one knows it ; and if it is not admitted, he
attributes the denial either to ignorance or pre-
judice. He does not assert his superiority so loudly
as the Yankee ; but he feels and looks it. He is a
supercilious gentleman, and regards the rest of
mankind with a condescending and patronising
air. He is rich, and measures the respectability of
foreigners by their wealth, and as this standard is
in his favour, he considers them as " a beggarly
crew." He is a bluff, ruddy-faced, resolute,
good-hearten fellow, and inclined to corpulency,
which is no wonder, for he feeds heartily and drinks
strong wine and heavy beer. Like many animals,
he is not to be approached with safety while hungry;
he is liberal in his charities, but he won't subscribe
till after a public dinner and some very fulsome
speeches, in which his generosity, his tender dis-
position, his wealth, and his benevolence are duly
extolled. He is a practical man, and will pay for
services redered, but will have nothing to do with
the erection of monuments to commemmorate them.

He says, if he wishes to see a national tribute to
the glory of the British arms, he would rather go
to France, where, in the enumeration of their vi?-
tories over various nations, the name of England is
omitted. He says he is content with that, for it is
an admission far outweighing any assertion of his.
however well-grounded. He is hospitable, and
keeps a liberal table ; but is not above letting you
know the merits and high prices of his wines, to
which he draws your attention, lest your want of
taste might prevent your fully appreciating your
good fortune in being asked to partake of them. He
does not always boast loudly ; he sometimes affects
to speak disparagingly of what pertains to himself
—he considers it more delicate. His stately man-
sion in the country he calls "his little place in
Meekshire," his town house his "pied a terre," and
so on.

And the Devil he laughed, for his darling sin,
Is the pride that apes humility.
He looks upon the Scotch, the Irish, and the colo-
nists, with an air of great superiority. He is fond
of telling you Doctor Johnson's definition of oats,
"food for horses in England and men in Scotland,"
and that their best road is the one that leads to
England. He delights also in repeating the obser-
vation of one of his admirals, relative to Ireland,
" that the only cure for the discontent of that coun-
try, was to scuttle it for forty-eight hours, to de-
stroy the vermin." He declines to be introduced
to anyone from Australia, because he knows he is
a returned convict. If he meets a man from Canada,
he asks him if it is a penal colony. He is himself
full of provincialisms, calling " H-eve, the mother
of us h-all," and talking of his " orses and ounds ;"
and yet, his ear is so sensitive, the Irish brogue and
Scotch accent distress him on account of their vul-
garity. But his nationality is insufferable. He has
an idea that one Englishman is equal, in war, to
three Frenchmen ; and has the vanity to believe
that a navy in name is superior to one in fact; that
his maritime supremacy is indisputable, and has
been so often proved that farther evidence is unne-
cessary. He is of opinion that a mere notice that
" spring guns and man traps are set on his pre-
mises," will as effectually protect his property as if
they were really placed there. He grumbles, there-
fore, at the estimates for a service which has the
double duty to perform, of protecting the sea-board
of the British Isles and the commerce of the colo-
nies. Although he regards the French as fools, he
does not think they can be so utterly devoid of
sense as to invade a country that has never been
visited by an enemy since the landing of William
the Conqueror.—Season Ticket, in Dublin Univer-
sity Magazine.

THE PICKPOCKET AND THE PHILAN-

THROPIST.

Our Glasgow pickpockets have long been well
known for their dexterity and audacity] as some
even of our police officials have experienced to their
cost, as well as many of our plain and unsuspecting
citizens. Dexterous, however, as we know our
light-fingered gentry to be, we were really not a
little startled when we heard of a case that hap-
pened a few weeks ago, in which one of our most
worthy citizens was unhappily the victim. For
many years he was in the habit of visiting the
principal prisons in the kingdom, and interested
himself most deeply in the welfare of their inmates,
and no face was better known, or more gladly wel-
comed in the police cells of our city than his own.
In short, from his benevolent exertions in behalf of
our criminal population, he was the last man we
would have thought of as being the subject of a
daring robbery. In this, however, we have been
mistaken. Although, at the same time, we must
admit for the honour of the light-fingered fraternity
—if we can speak of honour in their case—that the
party who perpetrated the deed must never have
met our philanthropist in prison, or listened to his
good advices. To the facts then.
Our benevolent friend, when passing along
our principal thoroughfare, which was very
crowded at the time, was robbed of his splendid
gold watch, and this in the bright sunshine of
a morning in June, between the hours of ten and
eleven o'clock. The watch was all the more
valuable as it had been the gift of a few kind
friends, and contained the following inscription, on
perusing which our readers will at once perceive
the name of one who is well known for his unobtru-
sive efforts in behalf of every really good movement
in the city—" Presented to Mr. William Logan,
City Missionary, as a token of respect for his un-
wearied exertions in the cause of religion and mo-
rality. Glasgow, Ist May, 1845." The plain silk
guard, modest in the extreme, and characteristic of
the wearer, was untouched, and the watch must
have been cut through by some sharp instrument
at the swivel. Really, after this, what watch is
safe in our streets ?
After our detectives had tried their skill, and
failed, one of our city ministers, who heard of the
robbery, set to work, and, if he did not succeed in
finding the original watch, he hit upon something
which was better still. Happening to be in Eng-
land a few days ago, and knowing that our friend
had laboured most assiduously in Bradford and
Rochdale, and was still highly esteemed in these
places, he proceeded thither, and on mentioning the
case to a few gentlemen who had highly appre-
ciated Mr. Logan's labours, he was soon put in pos-
session of the means wherewith to purchase a most
handsome gold watch and appendages. The brief
list was graced by the names of the Mayor of Brad-
ford, the Mayor of Rochdale, John Bright, M.P.,
Titus Salt, M.P., R. Milligan, ex-M.P., W. B.
Forster, Esq., John Priestman, Esq., Jacob Bright,
Esq., and others well known for the interest they
take in social progress. The clergyman, on return-
ing to Glasgow, threw himself, of course, in the
way of Mr. Logan, who was as yet utterly ignorant
of these proceedings, and somewhat tauntingly
asked asked him if he had yet got his watch. " No,
and I never shall," was the curt reply. The time was
now cometo let out the secret. " Then I have sue
ceeded better than the detectives," said the minister,
as he drew from his pocket the highly-cherished
treasure, and, to the great surprise of Mr. Logan,
placed it in his hand. But he could scarcely be-
live the watch was intended for him till he opened
it, and read the following inscription :—"Presented.
to M. Wm. Logan by. the Rev. Alex. Wallace, in
the name of a few friends who highly appreciate
his numerous labours for the good of his fellow-
men. Glasgow, July, 1859." This latter transac-
tion, whatever may be thought of the former, is
highly creditable to all the parties, and it must be
gratifying to Mr. Logan and his friends in Scot-
land to find that he is so highly esteemed in his
former spheres of labour in England.—Glasgoto
Paper.

THE KING OF PORTUGAL—The corporations
and dignitaries of State having presented to the King of
Portugal addresses of condolence on the occasion of the
Queen's death, the King addressed the following letter to the
Duke of Terceira, President of the Council My dear
Duke,—There are few consolations for grief such as that
which now afflicts me. It is, indeed a hard trial to which
Providence has been pleased to subject me. It is sad to
have known the greatest of misfortunes at the age of ambi-
tion and of the illusions that usually accompany it. I au/
resigned to my lot, and I will fulfil my duties for what nil,
lot is, and not for what it might have been. To do this
need only the example of the consort I have lost before I
had scarcely begun to appreciate the treasure it was nil
happiness to possess ; it was a heart for this world, and a
soul for Heaven I In the four years of my reign my people
and myself have been fellow-sufferers; conscience tells tile
never to forsake them, as they have never forsaken me ; f°r
now I look round for consolation I find it-only in religion,
which commands me to believe and to hope, and in the
tears of the Portuguese nation, which flow with my own.
Please to transmit the expression of my profound gratitude
to the corporations and persons who, in the days of mourn:
ing we have passed through, remember that in their raidt
is one,who suffers, and suffers much. Believe in the seta'
ments of affection and consideration with which I am
cerely penetrated towards you.—D. PEDuo."
CHUBB OUTDONE.—The impossibility of render-
in ing a strong box altogether safe against theft by means °f
skeleton keys has led to a locksmith in Frankfort-on-the:
Maine to hit upon the ingenious idea of constructing,_!
strong box without any keyhole at all, and which even the
owner himself cannot, open. Why, what's the use of such
a box? you will ask. But, observe, inside is a clockwert;
the hand of which the owner places at the hour and
when he again wants to have access to the box. The clock'
work begins to move as soon as the lid is shut, and 0Pe.40
the lock from the inside at the moment which the hand ~
dicates. Time, dependent upon the owner, is the key to
the lock—a key which can neither be stolen 'from him iw
imitated.