The Sun.
London, England, 1861-03-30 00:00:00

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THE SUN, LONDON, SATURDAY ‘7E VENING, MARCH 30, 1861.

WILLS AND BEQUESTS.

LI7'ERA7URE.

The will of the Right Hon. Maria Dowager
Countess of Haddington, late of Tyninghame
House, near Preston Kirk, N. 8., but who died at
her residence, 43, Berkeleysquare, was adminis-
tered to in her Majesty's Court of Probate on the 18th
of this month by George Wm. Hope, Esq., M.P.,
of Lufness, Haddingtonshire, and Rear -Admiral
W. A. B. Hamilton. The personal property in the
United Kingdom was sworn under £20,000. The
will bears date, the Bth of June last. This lady is
of honourable descent and distinguished connec-
tions being the only child of the fourth Earl of
Macclesfield, and married the late Earl of Had-
dington, K.T., some time Lord Lieutenant of
Ireland, whom she survived but a short period,.
Her ladyship has bequeathed: her property,
which consisted both of realty and per-
sonalty, in the following manner :—To Com-
mander Thomas Drake, RN., who is a branch
of the Countess's family, she has bequeathed the
leasehold residence in Berkeley-square, with this
peculiar direction, that a clock w hich appears to
be let into the wall of her sleeping apartment
should also form part of this bequest, and become
the property of that gentleman. To Captain Cos-
patrick Hamilton, R.N., the Countess has be-
queathed a legacy of £2,000 ; and there are several
legacies and bequests to various friends and others.
The real estate and residue of the personalty de-
volves upon Rear-Admiral Hamilton, who is ap-
pointed the residuary legatee. There is a charitable
bequest which involves much singularity in its
bestowal—it is a legacy of £l,OOO to,the Society for
Destitute and Homeless children in Great Queen-
street, Lincoln's-inn-fields, which is to be given
and applied to that branch of the charity
only which is devoted to boys, and not
to be applied for the benefit of girls. Her
ladyship has left a legacy of £2OO to her coachman,
and £5O to her cook. This venerable lady, who
died on the 11th of last month, attained to her 80th
year, and died childless ; consequently the title re-
verted to the next heir, the present earl, who is a
cousin to her late husband, the Earl of Had-
dington.
The will of the Right Hon. Isabella Handcock
Baroness Harris, of Waterstown, Ireland, and of
Onslow-square, Kensington, was proved in London
on the 22d instant by the Right Hon. George
Francis Robert Baron Harris (her stepson), the
sole executor. This lady is of Irish descent, was
the only child and heiress .of Robert Handcock
Temple, Esq., of Waterstown, and married Lord
Harris, the eldest son of the distinguished conque-
ror of Tippoo Saib, one of the most treacherous,
barbarous, and sanguinary despots that ever sat
upon an Asiatic throne, or disgraced the pages of
our Eastern history. The will of her ladyship
is very brief, and, with one or two exceptions,
confined entirely to the members of her family. To
her eldest son, Robert Temple Harris-Temple, Esq.,
who assumed that surname upon inheriting the
estate of his maternal grandfather, her ladyship
has bequeathed her library in her residences in
England and Ireland. There are other specific
bequests, consisting of jewellery, &c., bestowed on
her sons and daughter ; aid appointing as residu-
ary legatees her younger son, Lieutenant Arthur
Ernest Harris, and her daughter, Louisa Matilda,
wife of the Hon. Richard Handcock, eldest son of
Lord Castlemaine. Lady Harris makes a singular
direction with regard to her late husband's watch
and chrysoprase suite, and other articles of
jewellery, that they should be sold, and the
proceeds given to the poorest families in
Waterstown, Her ladyship's will is dated
so far back as 1846, being one year after
the decease of her husband, and she died on the
10th of January last, in the 57th year of her age.
The will of William David Lewis, Esq., Q.C.,
of New-square, Lincoln's-inn, and of Kensington-
square, South, was proved in the Principal Registry
on the 12th of this month by Charles Edward
Lewis, Fsq., the brother, and Mrs. Lewis, the relict.
It was executed only a very short time before his
death. This gentleman devoted his attention to
that branch of the legal profession which is desig-
nated " equity drawing and conveyancing.. Mr.
Lewis unfortunately diminished a handsome compe-
tency, as he himself asserts, by contesting several
elections for representation in Parliament. That he
was of a kindly and benevolent disposition is ob-
viously indicated by the expressions of regret con-
tained in his will of his inability to provide further
for those who were near and dear, owing to this
excess of expenditure, otherwise than by leaving
them very small legacies, and with this exception
he leaves to his relict his estate, real and personal,
absolutely, appointing her residuary legatee. His
law and • other books he has left to his brother
Charles and to his son, William Arnold Lewis, be-
queathing to the latter his copyright of the work
" On Perpetuities, with a Supplement," of which
Mr. Lewis was the author.—lllustrated London
News.

Ainsworth.

THIS DAYS MAMMAS.

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COVENT GARDEN.

The supply of vegetables has further increased to-day,
but the show of fruit is still much restricted. Generally
speaking, the deiand rules steady, as follows :

FRUIT.
s. d. s. d.
Pine apples, perlb 8 oto 12 0
Colonial do., each 1 6to 2 0
Grapes, per lb 8 oto 14
Foreign do 2 oto 3 0
Melons, each
Peaches, perdoz 6 oto 12 /1
Nectarines, per dz 2 oto 6 0
Apples, per lif. sv. 2 oto 4 0
Pears, per do
Oranges, per 100 5 oto 15 0
Lemons, per 100 4 oto 10 0
Apricots, per doz 2 oto 4 0

s. d. s. d
Cherries, per lb.. 0 oto 0 0
Filberts, per lb .. 1 6to 2 0
Cobnuts, per lb 1 6to 2 0
Almonds, per bus 0 oto 0 0
Walnuts, per 100 1 oto 2 0
Figs, per d0z..... 2 oto 4 6
Strawberries, oz. 1 6 to 2 0
Gooseberries hi sv 0 oto 0 0
Currants, per do. 0 oto 0 0
Plums, per do. .. 0 oto 0 0
Greengages, pr do. 0 oto 0 0
Raspberries, pr ptlo oto 0 0
ABLER.

VEGET.
Greens, dz bunch 4 6to 6 6
Cabbages, pr doz. 1 6to 1 9
Savoy do., pr do. 1 6to 1 9
Cauliflowers, pdz 0 Bto 1 0
Brocoli, per dz 0 oto 0 0
Potatoes, per ton 100 to 170 0
New ditto, pr pun. 1 0 to 0 0
Peas, per 4 sieve 18 oto 0 0
Turnips, dz bunch 3 6to 5 6
Carrots, pr do 7 6to 9 0
Cucumbers 2 oto 3 0
Garlic, per lb
Sorrel, per sieve 0 oto 0 0
Spinach, hf.-sv 2 0 to 2 6
Brus. sprouts, h.s 1 6to 1 9
Old onions, hf. sv. 1 6to 1 9

Shallots, per lb .. 0 6 to 0 8
Horseradish, p bn 1 • 0 to 3 0
Parsley, per ditto 0 2 to 0 4
Celery, per ditto 0 8 to 1 6
Beet, per doz. .. 1 6 to 2 0
Parsnips, per do. 0 0 to 0 0
Small salad. p. pn, 0 2 to 0 0
Mushrooms,p pun 1 0 to 1 6
Artichokes, pr dz 4 0 to 6 0
Cabbage lett,score 1 0 to 2 0
Endive, per score 1 0 to 2 0
Radishes, dz hnds 0 6 to 0 0
Tomatoes, hf sve 4 0 to 6 0
Walnuts, per 100 0 0 to 0 0
Chillies, per ditto 0 0 to 0 0
Capsicums, per do 0 0 to 0 0
Rhubarb, per bun 0 2 to 0 8
Asparagus, pr do. 5 0 to 8 0
Seakale, per pun. 1 0 to 2 0

Do., dz bun .. 0 oto 0 0
French beans, 100 3 oto 0 0
Leeks, per bunch 0 oto 0 0

NEWGATE AND LEADENHALL.

Turkeys, 4s Od to Ss Od ; poults, 4s Od to 7s Od each ;
geese, 7s Od to 8s Od ; goslings, Os Od to 8s Od ; ducklings,
2s Od to 2s‘ 9cl; rabbits, is Od to is 9d each; wild do., 9d
to is 2d ; pigeons, Os 6d to lOs Od each ; large Surrey fowls,
8s Od to 14s Od ; chickens, is Od to 8s Od; barn-door fowls,
4s Od to 7s Od ; capons, 4s Od ; hares, 2s Gd to 3s Od ;
grouse, is 6d to 2s Od each; pheasants, 3s 6d to 4s Gd ;
ptarmigan, 2s Od to Os ; woodcocks, 3s Od to 4s Od; snipes, is
6d to 2s Od ; teal, Os Os to is Od ; wild ducks, 2s 6d to 3s Od ;
widgeons, is Od to is 6d ; plovers, Os 9d to is Od each ;
guinea fowls, 3s 6d to 4s Od ; roasting pigs, 5s Od to 8s Od
each ; Ostend fresh butter, is Od to is 2d ; English, is Od
to is 6d per lb ; English eggs, 7s Od to 8s Od ; French do.,
Os Od to 7s Gd per 120 ; leverets, 2s Gd to Os Od each.

The Constable of the Tower. By W. Harrieon

Bentley's Miscellany for. April contains the con-
clusion of the First Book of this, the last, the most
elaborate, and the most gorgeous of all Mr. Ains-
worth's historical romances. By a singular coinci-
dence the sixteenth, seventeenth, and eighteenth
chapters of this first book, comprising within them
a. magnificent and detailed account of the funeral
obsequies of King Henry Vlll.—have appeared
simultaneously with the performance of a precisely
similar ceremonial in the same identical scene,
namely, in Cardinal Wolsey's Mausoleum. The
interment there, within the last few days, of her
Royal Highness the Duchess of Kent having so
very recently concentrated public attention upon
the particular locality here referred to—the reader
of Mr. Ainsworth's brilliant description will follow
that romancist with peculiar interest at this moment
throughout his narrative—a narrative in which all
the pomps of the proud Tudor Court are opened
up to view as in one prolonged and sump-
tuous panorama. Speaking of this funereal
ceremony, our author says :—" By its unpre-
cedented splendour, his (Henry's) burial worthily
closed a reign which was one long pageant—
a pageant for the most part gorgeous ; sometimes
gloomy, tragical, and even awful; but ever grand
and imposing." And he adds —"Luckily, ample
materials for accurate description are provided for
us, and we shall avail ourselves freely of them, in
order to present a full account of the most remark-
able Royal Family on record." Of these profoundly
interesting materials Mr. Ainsworth has availed
himself to admiration.

Mr. Ainsworth's record of the disposal of the
Royal corpse is as follows :

Embalmed by apothecaries and chirurgeons of greatest
skill in the art, wrapped in cerecloth of many folds, and in
an outer cover of cloth of vairy and velvet, bound with
cords of silk, the corpse 'of the puissant monarch was at
first laid out on the couch wherein, he had expired, with a
scroll sewn on the breast containing his titles and the date
of his demise, Written in large and small characters. The
body was next cased in lead, and deposited in a second
boffin of oak, elaborately sculptured, and of enormous size.
Here is the novelist's description of the triumphal
chariot of death, and of the wondrous effigy of the
dead king, fashioned,by some nameless "carveller,"
and painted, after a marvellously life-like fashion,
by-Hans Holbein
Before the great hall do/or was drawn up a right noble
funeral chariot, whereunto were harnessed seven Flanders
horses of the largest size, wholly trapped in black velvet
down to the pasterns, each horse bearing four escutcheons
of the late king's arms, beaten in fine gold upon double
sarcenet, upon his trappings, and having a shaffron of the
king's arms on his head. The car was marvellous to behold.
It was of immense size, and its wheels, being thickly gilt,
looked as if made of burnished gold. The lower part of the
vehicle was hung with blue velvet, reaching to the ground
between the wheels; and the upper part consisted of a
stupendous canopy, supported by four pillars overlaid with
cloth of gold, the canopy being made of the same stuff,
and having in the midst of it a richly gilt dome. Within
the car was laid a thick mattress of cloth of gold and tissue
fringed with blue silk and gold.

Then was brought forward an object, considered the
grand triumph of the show, which excited wonder and
admiration in all who looked upon it. This was an effigy
of the departed monarch, beautifully sculptured in wood by
the most skilful carver of the day, and painted by a hand
no less cunning than that of Holbein himself. Bedecked
in Henry's own habiliments of cloth of gold and velvet,
enriched with precious stones of all kinds, this image had a
marvellous and life-like effect. In the right hand was
placed a golden sceptre, while the left sustained the orb of
the world with a cross. Upon the head was set a crown
imperial of inestimable value. Over the shoulders was the
collar of the Garter, and below the knee was the lesser
badge of the order as worn by the king himself in his life-
time. The attitude of the figure was noble and command-
ing, and exactly like that of the imperious monarch.

As the funeral procession is filing past the old gothic
cross at the village of Charing—long afterwards
and still the site of the noble equestrian statue
of the fifth Sovereign after Henry—our first Charles
—occurs the following ominous little incident

At the foot of the noble Gothic cross a crowd of persons
had been collected from an early hour. Amongst them
was a tall Franciscan friar, who maintained a moody
silence, and who regarded the pageant with so much stern.
ness and scorn that many marvelled he should have come
thither to look upon it. When the ponderous funeral ear,
after toiling its way up the ascent, came to the Cross, a
brief halt was called, and during this pause the tall monk

pressed forward, and throwing back his hood, so as fully to
display his austere and death-pale features, lighted up by
orbs blazing with insane light, stretched out his hand
towards the receptacle of the royal corpse and exclaimed,
" In the plenitude of his power Ixrebukedfor his sinfulness
the wicked king whom ye now bear to the tomb with all
this senseless pomp. Insph ed from above, I lifted• up my
voice, and told him, that as his life had been desperately
wicked, so his doom should be that of the worst of kings,
and dogs would lick his blood. And ere yet he shall be
laid in the tomb my words will come to pass."
At this juncture two pursuivants rode up andr.threatened
to brain the rash speaker with their maces, but some of the
crowd screened him from tbeiK rage.
" Strike him not I" cried an elderly man of decent ap-
pearanbe. "'He is crazed. 'Tis the mad Franciscan,
Father Peto. Make way for him there I Let him pass 1"
he added to those behind, who charitably complying, .the
monk escaped uninjured.

Theliteral_fulfibligat_ofjltis a_ppalling prediction
during the course of the ensuing midnight is thus
described 'with all that force of language Harrison
Ainsworth knows full well how to use so pictu-
resquely :

HENRY'S CORPSE AND THE BLOODHOUNDS.
Constant watch was kept about the body, and the guard
was relieved every hour. But, notwithstanding the vigi-
lance exercised, a singular incident took place,which we shall
proceed to relate.
A little before midnight it came to the turn of the three
gigantic warders to take their station beside the body, and
as the elder brother stood on the left of the hearse, leaning
on his enormous halberd, he remarked that a dark stream
had issued from beneath the pall covering the coffin, and
was slowly trickling down the scutcheoned aide of the cata-
falque. Horror-•stricken at the sight, he remained gazing
at this ensanguined current until some drops had fallen
upon the ground.. Ha then uttered an exclamation, which
quickly brought his brothers to him.
" What alarms thee, Og ?" cried the two giants.
" Look there 1" said the other. " 'Tis the king's blood.
The coffin has burst." _

"No doubt of it I" exclaimed Gog. "'Tis a terrible mis-
chance—but we cannot be blamed for it."
"A truce with such folly I" cried Magog. "'Tis the
rough roads between this and Brentford, which shook the
car so sorely, that are in fault, and not we I But what is
to be done ? Methinks the alarm ought to be given to the
grand master."
" Ay," replied Og ;
We ought to stay it."
• How can that be done ?" cried Gog. Can we mend the
bursten coffin ?"

"but the flow of blood increases.

"Others may if we cannot," cried Og. "No time must
be lost in obtaining aid. These fearful stains must be effaced
ere the bearers come to-morrow." _ _

Without more ado he hurried towards the great western
door of the church, and was 'followed by his brothers, who
seemed quite bewildered by the occurrence. But they had
scarcely reached the door, when they were suddenly
arrested by a fierce barking, as of hounds, apparently pro-
ceeding from the choir.
Appalled by the sound, they instantly stopped, and,
turning round, beheld a spectacle that transfixed them with
horror. Within the barriers, and close beside the coffin on
the side of the catafalque down which the loathly current
had flowed, stood a tall, dark figure, which, under the cir-
cumstances they might well be excused for deeming un-
earthly. With this swart figure were two large coal-black
hounds of Saint Hubert's breed, with eyes that, in the
imagination of the giants, glowed like carbuncles. En-
couraged by their master, these hounds were rending the
blood-stained cover of the catafalque with their teeth.
"Tie Satan in person !" exclaimed Magog. " But I
will face him, and check those-hell-hounds in their infer-
nal work." _ _ _

"I will go with thee," said Og.
demon."
"Nay, I will not bo left behind." said Gog, accompany-
ing them.
But, notwithstanding their vaunted courage, they ad-
vanced with caution, and ere they gained the entrance of
the choir the dark figure had come forth with his houndq,
which stood savagely growling, beside him. They then
perceived that the fancied infernal being was a monk with
his hood drawn closely over his grim and ghastly features.
Stretching out his hands towards them, the monk ex-
claimed, in tones that thrilled his hearers with new terror,
"My words have come to pass. Henry sold himself to
work wickedness, and I warned him of his doom as Elijah
the Tishbite warned Ahab. The judgment of Ahab hath
come upon him. On the self-same spot where Catherine
Howard knelt before her removal to the TQwer, dogs have
licked the wife-slayer's blood—even his bldod 1"
Before the giants recovered sufficiently from their stupe-
faction to make an attempt to stay him, Father Peto, with
his hounds, effected a retreat by a lateral door, through
which it is to be presumed he had entered the church.

" T fear neither man nor

As may be readily understood from these extracts,
the " Constable of the Tower" continues to fulfil our
happiest expectations.

The Worn Wedding Ring and other Poems. By
W. C. Bennett, Bvo., pp. 186. Chapman and

Hall.
The mere title of this charming volume is a poem
in itself. And it is a poem. not merely in name,
for it is written by one of the very few who have
proved to the world in these days that they can
write poetry. Mr. Bennett's name upon a title-
page is pleasant greeting ; it comes to us as an
agreeable augury and a right welcome word of
introduction. Who that ever read his Baby May
and his other exquisite little poems upon children,
but will turn with an almost tearful gladness to
hail the advent yet again of one whose hand has
played not upon the tinckling artificial lyre of a
mere poetaster, but upon that noblest lyre of the
true poets among men, the reader's own thrilling
and responsive heartstrings ? Assuredly, there is
not one living English critic, not the most capti-
ous or the most purblind of our race but will hail
as true poet and true man that gentle hearted
singer whose voice—trembling the while with
tenderest emotion—sang the lovely little ditty
about Baby's Shoes. It may be, as some, we ob-
serve, have objected, that the root-idea of the
first metrical effusion in this new collection of
poems by Mr. Bennett—the one giving its
daintily suggestive title to the volume—may
be found already in no less of an old
familiar favourite than the Scotch ballad
warbled in the quavering accents of age by some
nameless gudewife to her white headed jo, " John