The Sun.
London, England, 1844-11-01 00:00:00

TB!: S U-N; LONDON, FRIDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 1 184 r.

MAGAZINE DAY. written truly, that 'the child is father of the man.'
ration at Eton, because his feats were admired by the
BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE. Young Wellesley seems to have been liked in his gene-
whole school, and very few could dare to be his com-
Miss E izabeth Barrett's recently published volume
onurwihteieoh jheect
lor pastime..
of poems—which we noticed a few weeks since in
The Sun—forms the subject of a judicious and elo- Paunrsmulitsoinfamfaanvy a
.perilhous and ersevering endeavour in
quent criticism in the present Number of this
and was the one apportioned P " The room i
periodical. The Reviewer justly remarks :—" If the sdeptot
13:1
ssetlifll sfohrowan
consider-
poetess poetess does not always command our unqualified able time. In this room Wellesley,? Leith, and myself,
approbation, we are at all times disposed to bend in passed many hours in reading Byron, and Scott, and
reverence befosT.,the deeprhearte4,and higtily-accom- Moore, and other leading authors, and in talking of
plished woman—a woman whose-=powers -apirear io Wellington, and his connexion with it. The
tingeboardn
us to extend over a wider and profounder range of house in which this room may be seen is situated
_keapt in my time by excellent people of the name of
thought and feeling than ever before fell within the upper end of Eton (furthest from Windsor), and was
renvee)au andthe large brick house (now coloured,
intellectual compass of any of the softer sex." This
is high praise, but it is not undeserved. Indeed, we 11
a superior man, both
believe)
the Rev. Charlesimmediatelyyotl beyond what was occupied by
will go even further, and say that in Miss Barren's
acquirements
tsutor,ah?
poems there are frequent evidences of a truer and in theely
deeper sensibility than has ever yet been exhibited by disposition. Perhaps the house would
hnetstohf,, mind
indicated
any female writer in the language. In all she writes, now by a large elm whichadjoined •
it by the end next to
she writes evidently from the heart. There is no the street, and which, doubtless, is still growing there,
was
straining after effect—no hunting about for startling while generations of men, like its leaves, have fallen
or novel imagery. She contents herself for the most away. If the internal arrangement of this house be still
part with the simplest and most obvious forms of ex- the same, the visitor to Wellington's room must turn
pression ; never writes for mere writing's sake, but short to the right after
alrighthavn ascended the litte dark
comes to a halt the instant she has fully expressed stairs, and then turning to angle again, the door
and exhausted the feeling of the -moment. As we found
thdetolehlet left-hand will take him into it, and it will be
admire Mrs. Hemans for the exquisite polish of her antTwith a
winadtohwerioloahrge room, fitted for three beds,
looking out at the front of the house.
language, and Miss Landon for her force and bril- Here the Woodhouses and myself lodged ; and just op-
liancy, so we admire Miss Barrett for the depth and polite the door, and across the passags is a small one-
purity and sacredness of her feeling. Her poem of bedded room, which was occupied by my friend Carew,
"Bertha in the Lane" is, of its kind, the truest to the now Sir Walter Palk Carew of thfair
human heart of any in the language, and we defy
any one to read it without being deeply moved by its
impassioned sensibility. Alluding to this lady's itni-
tations occasionally of the classical writers, the Re-
viewer says, " The purity of their diction, and nothing
else, has been their passport to immortality." Surely
this is a most unjust dictum ! Is there nothing we
admire in the Medea of Euripides, or the (E iipus
Coloneus of Sophocles, but the purity of their dic-
tion ? Does the Reviewer forget the incomparable
tenderness of sentiment shown in the closing scenes
of the one; or the majestic sublimity that charac-
terises the whole description of the passing away of
the aged (Edipus from earth in presence of his
daughters, amid the gloom of that mysterious grove
where the awful voice of destiny alone breaks on the
awful stillness of the hour ? Again, do we admire
nothing in the gay, convivial, worldly Horace—the
fanciful and luxuriant Ovid—or the subtle, metaphy-
sical Lucretius, but the " purity of their diction ?" It
is not by their style alone that authors gain immor-
tality, but by their thoughts and sentiment ; and it is
for their excellence in these respects, as well as for
the graces of their language, that we still pay willing
homage to the genius of the great writers of antiquity.
" The O'Connell Case" is an account, evidently drawn
up by a lawyer, of the reversal of the verdict in the
Lich State Trials delivered by the House of Lords. It
is rather late in the day to discuss such a question,
hut it is impartially and skilfully canvassed. "My
College Sketch " is a lively sketch, the dialogue por-
tions of which possesses ease and spirit. The " Tomb-
less Man" is an impressive poem, in which Delta
essays a higher flight than he has yet ventured to
undertake. We quote from " Marston, or the Me-
moirs of a Statesman," a vigorous description of the
first attack on Valenciennes by the allied armies in
the revolutionary year 1793 :
" But in the interval, important changes were made in
the formation of the columns. The French lines had
been found of unexpected strength, and the Guards were
pushed forward to head a grand division placed under
command of General Ferrari. The British were, of
course, under the immediate orders of an officer of their
own, and a more gallant one never led troops under fire.
I now, for the first time, saw the general who was after-
wards destined to sweep the French out of Egypt, and
inflict the first real blow on the military supremacy of
France under Napoleon. General Abercromby was then
in the full vigour of life ; a strongly formed, manly
figure, a quiet but keen eye, and a countenance of re-
markable steadiness and thought, all gave the indications
of a mind firm in all the contingencies of war. Exactly
at noon, the fog drew up as suddenly as it had de-
scended, and we had a full view of the enemy's army.
No foreign force ever exhibits so showy and soldierly an
appearance as the British. The blue of the French and
Prussians look black, and the white of the Austrian
looks faded and feeble, compared with the scarlet. As I
cast my glance along our lines, they looked like trails of
flame. The French were drawn up in columns in front
of their camp, which, by the most extraordinary exer-
tion, they had covered during the night with numerous
batteries, and fortified with a circle of powerful re-
doubts ; the guns of the fortress defended their flank and
rear, and their position was evidently of the most formid-
able kind. But all view was lost, from the moment when
the head of our brigade advanced. Every gun that could
be brought to bear upon us opened at once, and all was
enveloped in smoke. For a full hour we could see no-
thing but the effect of the grape -shot on oar own ranks
as we poured on, and hear nothing but the roar of the
batteries. But at length shouts began to arise in distant
parts of the field, and we felt that the division which
had been appointed to assault the rear of the camp was
making progress. Walmoden, commanding a brigade
under Ferrari, now galloped up, to ascertain whether
our men were ready to assault the entrenchments. ' The
British troops are always ready,' was Abercromby's ex-
pressive, and somewhat indignant, answer. In the in-
stant of our rushing forward, an aide-de-camp rode up,
to acquaint the general that the column under the Duke
of York had already stormed three redoubts. Gentle-
men,' said Abercromby, turning to the colonels round
him, we must try to save our friends further trouble—
forward !' Within a quarter of an hour we were within
the enemy's lines, every battery was stormed or turned,
and the French were in confusion. Some hurried to-
wards the fortress, which now began to fire ; a large
body fled into the open country, and fell into the hands
of his Royal Highness ; and some, seizing the boats on
the river, dropped down with the stream. All was
victory : yet this was to be my day of ill luck. In pur-
suing the enemy towards the fortress, a battalion, which
had attempted to cover the retreat, broke at the moment
when my company were on the point of charging them.
This was too tempting a chance to be resisted ; we
rushed on, taking prisoners at every step, until we ac-
tually came within sight of the gate by which the fugi-
tives were making their escape into town. But we were
in a trap, and soon felt that we were discovered, by a
heavy discharge of musketry from the rampart. We had
now only to return on our steps, and I had just given the
word, when the firing was renewed from a bastion, round
which we were hurrying in the twilight. I felt a sudden
shock, like that of electricity, which struck me down ; I
made a struggle to rise on my feet, but my strength
wholly failed me, and I lost all recollection.
" On my restoration to my senses, in a few hours
after, I found that I had been carried into the town, and
placed in the military hospital. My first impulse was,
to examine whether any of my brave fellows had shared
my misfortune ; but all round me were French,
wounded in the engagement of the day. My next source
of congratulation was, that I had no limb broken. The
shot had struck me in the temple, and glanced off with-
out entering ; but I had lost much blood, had been
trampled, and felt a degree of exhaustion, which gave the
nearest conception to actual death."

NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.

We are glad to meet with Miss Eliza Cook again,
who contributes to the Number before us a little
poem, entitled " My Old Straw Hat," in which occur
a succession of pleasing, picturesque, and familiar
images. " Scenes in Society" are laid in fashionable
life at the West-end, and refer to the particulars of a
murder, by the agency of poison, which was perpe-
trated on his wife by a young roue, Jack Grandison,
who was anxious to have the full and uncontrolled
possession of her fortune. The " First Meet of the
Season" is a tale of a humorous caste, by a writer who
has frequently contributed to the pages of this Maga-
zine, under the homely signature of "Peter Priggins."
The humour, though broad, is by no means of supe-
rior excellence, and reminds us, as with a difference,
of Theodore Hook. In the " Talleyrand Papers"
there is some twaddle about the celebrated necklace
affair which, it may be remembered, created such a
prodigious ferment in France, a few years previously,
to the breaking out of the first revolution. Talley-
rand's account of this affair amounts to little or no-

thing, and leaves it just as great a mystery as ever.
The " Outcast" is a strange story, by the Medical
Student, of a young man, handsome, accomplished,
and well-born, whose life is yet uniformly rendered
mi4erable from the circumstance of his being a leper,
and his nervous anxiety to keep this visitation a se-
cret from the whole world. The scene wherein the
fatal discovery is at length made, is worked up with
considerable skill and spirit. In " Social Piracy"
there are some sketches of society in the middle grades
of life. The " Robertses on their Travels" lags terri-
bly in places, as if the author, Mrs. Trollope, was
chiefly desirous to furnish a certain amount of matter
for the Magazine without regard to its quality. We
quote Miss Cook's " Old Straw Hat," to which we
have already alluded :
Farewell, old friend, we part at last,
Fruits, flowers, and summer, all are past,
And when the beech-leaves bid adieu,
My old straw hat must vanish too.
We've been together many an hour,
In grassy dell and garden bower,
And plait and ribbon, scorch'd and torn,
Proclaim how well thou halt been worn.
We've had a time, gay, bright, and long,
So let me sing a grateful song,
And if one bay-leaf falls to me,
I'll stick it firm and fast in thee,
My old straw hat.

Thy flapping shade and flying strings,
Are worth a thousand close-tied things.
I love thy easy
fitting crown,
Thrust lightly back or slouching down ;
I cannot brook a muffled ear,
When lark and blackbird whistle near ;
And dearly like to meet and seek
The fresh wind with unguarded cheek.
Toss'd in a tree thou'lt bear no harm,
Flung on the sod thou'lt loose no charm ;
Like many a real friend on earth,
Rough usage only proves thy worth,
My old straw hat.
The world will gaze on those who wear
Rich snowy pearls in raven hair,
And diamonds flash bravely out,
In chesnut tresses wreathed about ;
The golden bands may twine and twirl,
Like shining snakes through each fair curl,
And soft down with imperial grace,
May bend o'er Beauty's blushing face ;
But much I doubt if brows that bear
The jewell'd clasp and plumage rare,
Or temples bound with crescent wreath,
Are half so cool as mine beneath
My old straw hat.
Minerva's helmet ! what of that ?
Thou'rt quite as good, my old straw hat ;
For I can think and muse and dream,
With poring brain and busy scheme.
I can inform my craving soul,
How wild bees work and planets roll,
And be all silent, grave and grim,
Beneath the shelter of thy brim.
The cap of Liberty forsooth
Thou art the thing to me in truth,
For slavish fashion ne'er can break
Into the green paths where I take
My old straw hat.
My old straw hat, my conscience tells
Thou hest been hung with Folly's bells,
Yet Folly rings a pleasant chime,
If the rogue will but " mind his time,"
And not come jingling on the way
When sober minstrels ought to play.
For oft when hearts and eyes are light,
Old Wisdom should keep out of sight.
But now the rustic bench is left,
The tree of every leaf bereft,
And merry voices, all are still,
That welcomed to the well-known hill
My old straw hat.
Farewell, old friend, thy work is done,
The misty clouds shut out the sun ;
The grapes are pluck'd, the hops are off,
The woods are stark, and I must doff
My old straw hat—but "bide a wee,''
Fair skies we've seen, but we may see
Skies full as fair as those of yore.
And then we'll wander forth once more.
Farewell, till drooping harebells blow,
And violets stud the warm hedge-row—
Farewell, till daisies deck the plain,
Farewell, till spring days come again—
My old straw hat. I

BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY.
In Mr. Murray's present chapter of the " Physio
logy of London Life" there occurs the following re-
mark, which we quote for its strict caustic truth :
The delapidated habitations of the rich, abandoned
by their advance in the comforts and decencies of life,
degenerate into abodes of the poor. There is no such
thing thought of, with all our thinking, as providing
the poor with habitations fitted to their wants and
means, unless they become chargeable to us as pau-
pers; humble industry may hide its head where it
can ; so long as it is in working order we take no
heed of it ; but the moment it is demoralised or de-
pauperised, we have the most elegant model prisons
to correct it, and the most beautiful union work-
houses to lock it p in." The " klouse,
Terrain" is Art • in4reitintf ricedunt of -hlainitifer'Sl ad-.
venture in Paris, with two-thieves-Who broke into the
chamber where he was sleeping, and attempted to
murder him. Luckily their attempt was frustrated,
and the painter escaped with a few alight wounds.
The " Gaol Chaplain" contains a clever story, illus.
trative of the crime of incendiarism, and the suffer-
ings in which it originates. The " Private Secre-
tary" is an interesting sketch of character by a writer
who signs himself Albany Poyntz. The " Gates of
Death" is an impressive narrative, by Bayle St.
John, in which the horrors of the battle-field are de-
scribed with singular force and truthfulness. The
" Fortunes of the " Seattevgood gamily" is some-
what prosy this month. From an articid on ff Eton
Scenes and Eton Men," we subjoin a brief sketch of
the Duke of Wellington when an Eton Boy .
" The first and noblest character of the present age to
be mentioned in connexion with Eton scones and -liton
men, must be the Duke of Wellington. Wellington was
an Eton boy, and if tradition may be credited, a daring
and adventurous one, Ile seems to have been a lad not
given to much study and painful research into books,
Nature having already placed an original stamp upon
him, and presented him with the highly-favoured signet
of her own right hand. lle who is now familiarly called
ot
enrgs
the Iron DAP,' might well have been, in the earlier
stages of life yclept the Iron Boy, Tnstapces of the
v,w,haesn; aarllethone rgeocoodrd
uarngdomaams
Duke's hardiness, or rather, of young Wellesley's hardi-
ntheessm (asis rtell7teds,imthpalyt
and thrifty tradesmen of Windsor and Eton had
retired to rest, young Wellesley on the commence-
mint of a cold winter's night would be proceeding up
old icy Father Thames, in a lonely slsiff, to the vicinity
of Maidenhead-bridge, and there, wrapt in single blanket,
and watching with single gun, he would be ready by
day-break to get a shot at the wild ducks, or other
wild fowl, which were qe.gllst9lned to congregate under
shelter of the eyots, and other harbours of ?eft -7 on the
Thames.
" Every one to his taste,' a fashionably dandy will
exelaiin ; but young Wellesley was no man of fashion,
and his tastes Were all of the daring and zrand. When
we consider the stratagem necessary ta -'school like
Eton to achieve what Wellesley did ; perhaps the
speeini-$ ;Iw:quah a small window, and traversing
froseri ro-of•iit 10-1-se i i e ;,;staining clandestinely the
gun, and the skiff, and araintinitiOnrwitkeoneypH pi
his blanket, and the needful prog ; and then the (lA-
culty of an undiscovered return, loaded with booty.
iJe,t js yhi!l; of these things, and then acknowledge in
the very'biiy f'somean • •
a ng von o shcoo the Fonder-
ful and unexampled called' oftihe Etirepbah Duke. The
poet Wordsworth, another Wellington in his way, has

expected, exists between the emancipated convicts, and
their families and descendants (although sometimes
these are the richest men in the colony) and the free
emigrants and settlers.
You may often see,' says Mrs. Meredith, a
man of immense property, whose wife and daughters
dress in the extreme of fashion and finery, rolling home
in his gay carriage from his daily avocations with face,
hands, and apparel as dirty and slovenly as any common
mechanic. And the son of a similar character has been
seen with a dozen costly rings on his coarse fingers,
and chains, and shirt-pins glistening with gems, buying
yet more expensive jewellery, yet without sock or stock-
ing to his feet, the shoes to which his spurs were at-
tached leaving a debatable ground between them and his
trousers! Spurs and shoes are, I imagine, a fashion
peculiar to this stamp of exquisites, but among them
very popular.'
" The market in Sydney is well supplied, and the dis-
play of fruit is very beautiful. This includes the pro-
duce of hot climates, especially all descriptions of
melons. The large green water-melon, rose-coloured
ithin, is a very favourite fruit, grows to an enormous
size, and may be seen, piled up like huge cannon-balls,
at all the fruit-shop doors, being universally admired
in this hot, thirsty climate.' Mrs. Meredith, however,
thought it insipid; and notices, as an improved method
of eating this crisp, cool, and refreshing fruit, the mix-
ing a bottle of Madeira, or sherry, with its cold, watery
pulp ! We recommend this new kind of sherry cob-
bler' to the Reform Club.
" Excellent fish is to be procured at Sydney; and
Mrs. Meredith had hero the good taste to prefer such to
the preserved salmon and cod from England, which are
alone served at a Sydney dinner-tkble. Rock-oysters
and tray-fish are also abundant and good.
" The dust is one main source of annoyance at Syd-
ney. Unless after heavy rain, it is always dusty. One
would suppose the phrase of Down with the dust !'
must have originated in the colony; but this Mrs. Mere-
dith does not mention. Flies are another nuisance; they
swarm in every room, in tens of thousands, and blacken
the breakfast or dinner table as soon as the viands ap-
pear. But worse than these, are the musquitoes, whose
bite, Mrs. Meredith, on two different occasions, describes
as being mountainous,' and their attacks so persevering,
as to be always more or less successful. These fierce as-
sailants are also aided in their nocturnal invasions by
still worse, and thrice disgusting creatures;' to say no-
thing of flew, which seem to pervade the colony in one
universal swarm.' _

" The Cumberland hunt have a tolerable pack of
hound?, and the destructive native dog, or dingo, serves
them for a fox; and this is often a bagged dog !
" There are several rival and mutually abusive papers
published in Sydney, where there is, also, a public li-
brary; but literature appears to be at discount; for the
gentlemen,' says Mrs. Meredith, are to busy, or find a
cigar more agreeable than a book; and the ladies, to
quote the remark of a witty (?) friend, ' pay more at-
tention to the adorning of their heads without, than
within.' "

" The Revelations
AINS WO RTH' S MAGAZINE.
The present portion of Mr. Ainsworth's new tale,
of London , " commences with a
sketch of the well-known Rookery in St. Giles's,
which is full of vigour, and minute to a degree in
point of detail. In a dingy cell in the very heart of
this notorious spot—which, by the bye, has no longer
an existence—a brace of foot-pads and a dog-fancier
are represented as indulging in a carouse, and dis-
cussing between whiles the numerous pecuniary ad-
vantages by which the honourable profession of dog-
stealing is recommended. The dialogue that takes
place between these
_congenial spirits is in the low
flash style of their calling—of which we have had
enough, and more than enough, in our modern
fictitious literature—but we cannot compliment Mr.
AinFtworth*n the, success with which he has acquitted
himself. The conversations of his ruffians want
truthfulness, and that inimitable ease which Dickens
knows so well how to impart to such subjects.
" A Jar of Honey from Mount Hybla" is in Mr.
Leigh Hunt's liveliest and most graceful manner, and
furnishes us with some delightful gossip about bees,
and the way in which they conduct the affairs of their
commonwealth. in the morning," says our
essayist, " the bee has probably been at the break-
fast- table in the shape of honey ; in the evening
she _is the waxen taper ; in
the summer-noon,
a voice in .the garden or the window ; in
the winter, and at all other times, we meet
with her in books. She talks Greek to us in
00enciep ap4 Theocritus; Virgil's very best Latin,
in is 'Georgics ; and besides all her charming asso-
ciations with the poets in general, one of the Eliza-
bethan men has made a whole play out of her—a play
in which the whole dramatis persong are bees l" jn
the above passage a common-place is invested almost
with novelty. by the graceful fashion in which it is
turned, 1
,s 'Outer Wanderings " describes the results
of some archeological researches made by Mr. Francis
Ainsworth, among the more unfrequented districts of
Asia Minor. Doomed to Disappointment" is a
chatty little essay, in which occur one or two of such
home truths as occasionally delight and surprise us in
the quaint pages of ohl ATTlttOgne—the rflpied
gossips, the most welcome of egotists. The " Country
Curate " is an entertaining tale from the pen of Mr.
pharles Qllier. ;In the ,clitor's tale of" St, japes'N"
which is fast drawing towards a close, we find an ae.,
ccunt of the final quarrel between Queen Anne and
the puphesg of Mailborogght
whose Characters have
been sustained throughout the narrative with very
commendable consistency. The sketch entitled "New
South Wales " gives us an opportunity of quoting the
subjoined description of its capital, Sydney:—
t!
Geovge:sLreet, it OPPeaN is OP Voll7mali a gya,
ney, and up and down its shot, dusty, glaring, weary
length, go the fair wives and daughters of the citizens,
enjoying their daily airing.' Long strings of carriages
fro 115?. scien traversing it, or waiting near the fashion-
able einpoilunai,''that'heidg *the- tarn in 'which Austrit-
Han shopkeepers especially delight. No 'lady 'in
Sydney (your grocers, and butchers' wives included) be-
lizves in the possibility of walking ; but the turn
dito Motley 4rt appeorq4eo, a, p atp zilgeil
wanting in well-appointed eqpipaVsj lire fre-
quently innocent of hammercloths; and the horses are
generally undersized, and terribly out of proporuon with
the Carriage behind
41,:strotO hnC of denu might
.trcation? tts , naturally be

tion of razor-grinding. He was old, and, if his habili- ES THERE ONE LAW FOR THE
meats and general appearance offered any evidence of RICH AND ANOTHER FOR THE POOR ?
his means and resources, poverty stricken in the extreme. TO THE EDITOR OF TIIE SUN.
A darned, tattered, and faded soldier's coat, bereft of its Sui,—The following cases were reported in The Sun
skirt, and which now, in its cm-tailed state came under of Saturday last—bath prisoners were described as
the denomination of a spenser, hung upon his shoulders, moving in the same class of life :
a-id seemed as .-nuch disposed to drop from them as to THAMES POLICE-OFFICE, 'UNION-lIALL POLICE- OFFICF.,
remain in its doubtful position. His legs were barely ocr. 25, 1844. OCT. 25, 1844.
protected from the glance of the passer-by in a pair of (Before Mr. lallantine.) (Betbre Mr. Traill.)
trousers frayed almost to the knees, and his feet were Donald Wilkinson was Edward Faithful was
scarcely capable of forming a union with the soleless and charged with assaulting, I chargt d with assaulting,
dilapidated shoes in which their owner shuffled on his with intent, &c., Sarah An- with intent, , Alice Sarah
way. A worn and greasy foraging-cap placed jauntily derson, aged 14 (a servant i Nott, aged 17 (daughter of
on one side of his head, almost as devoid of hair as the of all-work), committed for a retired tradesman), corn-
back of his brown and bony hands, completed his unpre- trial, but admitted to bail, witted for trial, but admitted
possessing costume ; but notwithstanding its lack of at- himself in security for 40/., ito bail, himself in security
tractions, there was an air about the wearer which gave and two other parties for i for 504, and two other par-
note that he had seen far better days, and afforded more 20/. each.—Total amount of ties for 2501. each.—Total
than a probability that he had known how battles were bail, 801. amount of bail, 1,0001.
lost and won. His features were hard and contracted, Your police report does not give a satisfactory state-
and his gray eye-brows sprouted in thick wiry bristles mew, to account for the apparent discrepancy in the
over a pair of as bright and twinkling eyes as ever glis- amount of bail required in the two cases. Will you be
toned in human sockets. Deeply marked and wrinkled kind enough to favour your readers with a solution of
were his cheeks ; but from his iron frame, still well-knit that which, at present, appears to be, Sir,
with thews and sinews, it would seem that hardship and Ilfracombe, Oct. 28, 1844. AN ENIGMA ?
suffering had more to do with the stamps than the sap-
consuming band of time.
" Quickly he turned the wheel of his machine, and the
sparks flew as he held against the stone a pair of rusty
and blunt scissors which he was endeavouring to whet to
a keen edge. Now and then he stopped the bur-r-r of
his work to examine the efFacts of his progress in the
task, and after trying the edge of the instrument of the
sensitive and fleshy part of his dexter thumb, he renewed

his labour.
" In the gleam of sunshine streaming on a patch of
rank grass, some three or four yards from the itinerant
sharpener of a diversity of domestic tools, a bobbed-tail,
wiry Scotch terrier squatted. It must be confessed, in
the graphic language of an eminent dealer in the canine
race, that he looked " a varmint." More refined diction
would not convey an apt description of this constant com-
panion of the razor-grinder. Short, crisp, and staring
was each hackle upon his body, which in colour com-
bined the hue of a grimy brown and an undecided black,
not dissimilar to a❑ impenetrable London fog. His ears
had been clipped to a sharp point, and the ornament to
his rear docked to the only joint remaining. His front
legs were unproportionably less in length than his hind
ones, and were so immeasurably bandy, that more than
once a cat, or some such object of attack, had slipped
between them, in doubling from his evil intentions of
committing grievous bodily harm. And what was the
creature gifted with life that he would not attack? From
a bull to a butterfly he was ever ready to tilt, and, in-
deed, run a-muck at everything that he might meet.
To growl and snap at the fleeing legs—although slow in
flight withal—of an old woman, as he trudged through a
village, gave him special gratification ; 'and as he re-
turned to the side of his master, who conceived a secret
pleasure at this delinquency, equal to the apparent one of
his favourite, the last remains of his tail would wag with
a demonstration of delight inadmissible of doubt. Then
to set a group of children squalling, or to fix his fangs in
the ear of a truant pig, was unsurpassable diversion; and
whenever these legitimate objects of his pleasures were
wanting, he consoled himself with the less exciting oc-
cupation of barking at vacancy with a power of incre-
dible magniture. In truth, the intervals were few and
far between When this unexampled dog was not using
his best engetivours to render himself as superlative a
nuisance tis his many accomplishments rendered him
capable

Accounts from Kensington Palace announce the
death of the Hon". Miss Wynyard, who, it will be recol-
lected, was for many years bedchamber woman and con-
stant companion of her late Royal Highness Princess
Augusta. The deceased, who was in her 71st year, was
third daughter of the late Lieutenant-General Wynyard.
She was deservedly esteemed by the whole of the Royal
Family, and apartments were allotted to her in Ken-
sington Palace shortly after the death of the Princess
Augusta.
The Lord Chancellor has appointed eleven velock
on Saturday morning next, to signify her Majesty's ap-
probation of the Lord Mayor elect; afterwards the. Lord
Chancellor will give to the Judges, Sc , the usual first
day of term breakfast. Each ceremony will take place
at his Lordship's residence in George-street.
THE ALLOTMENT SYSTEM.I4EASES.—A corre-
spondent informs us that Lord Weston lets about 50
acres at Kelvedon, in F,lsex, worth, to farm, 255. to 395.
per acre, at 41. to 5/. per acre, in half acres or acres. A
piece at Dedham-heath is let to poor people at 4/. per
acre, worth 12:;. Lord Stanley (says our correspondent)
recommends long leases. His Canada Corn Bill, last
year, brought in 25,000 barrels of flour and 20,000
bushels of wheat : this year about 400,000 barrels of
flour and 300,000 bushels of wheat; and I think the quan-
tity will be doubled for some years to come. Much will
be smuggled, and lower the prices, it at this time only
paying Z9;toi per barrel ; while he and his Tory friends
tell the farmers they are protected with a duty of 20s.
per quarter. Who would take a lease with the present
prospects ?
ON THE OPENING OF THE ROYAL EXCHANGE.—
And the Royal Exchange was opened. The Queen was
feasted in all queenly glory. The cons of Commerce—
that is, the elder sons—did all that in their pockets lay
to honour and be honoured. Her Majesty looked around
her, and saw hundreds of men with the revenues of
princes, and all paid by trade. She saw, as we have
slid, the elder sons of Commerce in the triumph, and
flush, and fulness of their wealth. There they were, in
that magnificent temple reared to their greatness. What
a glorious gathering ! how full and complete the satis-
faction ! Nothing—no tittle—was wanting to the na-

tional triumph. Yes—we think—one thine. It may be
thought sullen, carping in us to suggest a fault. We can
nut help it. Even though Laurie deem us cynical, it
shall out. The elder sons of Commerce ! And where,
we ask, were the younger ones ; they, the brethren
doomed, with treble toil, to a starveling patri-
mony? Why was there not a deputation—a chosen
few, just one small table full—from the sons of
labour—yea, and from the daughters too? Some score
or so of the toilsome hands, without whom England's
Royal Exchange would be of no more account than a
Temple of the Winds ? Surely it could not have marred
the glory of the picture, but rather—properly disposed—
have blended, an harmonious whole, to have had a few—
just a few—of those whose sweat is, after all, the only
gold of your prince merchant. It would have been
pleasinteb to see this ; to mark the touching acknowledg-
ment of plethoric wealth to toiling poverty. It was,
doultless, a goodly sight to the Queen to behold the mer-
' chants, each the owner of a navy. Would her eye have
frowned had she also seen—as a representative of his
class—one drudging ship-porter, only one, with his equals
in labour, at the lowest table ? We think such a group
would have added finish to the picture; but the Com-
mittee had, doubtless, better judgment. Yet, would such
a homely party have had a use; for, like skeletons at an.
Egyptian revel, it might have mutely preached to mer-
chant princes one common humanity. However; at the
opening of the next New Exchange—yes, in the year
2844—a1l this may perhaps be altered.—Punch.
Westminster-bridge is again opened to the public.
The acclivity of the carriage-way has been reduced in
the centre, and the hollows filled up both on the Middle-
sex and Surrey ends, particularly the latter, previously
so dangerous, and it now assumes a gradual inclination,
almost as level as Waterloo-bridge ; while a similar ope-
ration has been performed on the footway, and which,
being now much higher than the real, the foot passen-
gers are protected from danger by strong wooden posts,
through the top of which passes a continuous line of
long iron bars, all danger from falling into the road
being thereby prevented.
Mr. Richard Radcliffe, many years Town-clerl of
Liverpoel, died on Friday night at Leamington.
DREADFUL DEATII OF A CHILD BY FlRE.—Late
last evening Mr. Higgs held an inquest tte St. George's
Hospital, on the body of Abraham al‘lionald, aged five
years and a half, whose parent, a widow, resides at
No. 12, James-street, Kensington. It appeared by the
evidence of a man named Welker that, on Tuesday
evening, a little after seven, he was passing through the
above street, when he saw a burning mass rolling on the
pavement, and directly after a child's moans proceeded
from it. He went to it, and found it to be deceased
with all his clothes on tire, and nearly burned off. With
assistenee he extinguished the fire, and the child having
been first seen by Dr. Merriman, of Kensington-square,
it was removed to that hospital, in which it died in a few
hours. The mother of deceased said she had only left
her room to fetch some beer, and thought the accident
was caused by the child endeavouring to take some pota-
toes from a saucepan on the fire. Verdict, " Accidental
' death."
FARTIIINGS AND HALF^FARTHINGS.---It was men-
tioned in this paper some months ago, that a coinage of
half-farthings was in preparation ; and we may now
state that a specimen of this new issue from the Mint
has found its way to this quarter. On Saturday last,
the treasurer of a yearly society in town received three
packets from an absent member, one containing four-
penny-pieces, another farthings alone, and the third
half-farthings, the last being all new and beau-
tiful as when issued from the Mint—the whole being
in payment of his dues. The eccentric remit-
tance excited no small merriment amongst the mem-
bers. Although it was done perhaps in jest, it
recalls serious considerations. For a long time past
farthings have been in dissuetude in Dundee, for no
other purpose, apparently, than to saddle purchasers of
provisions and other articles with a serious tax. In all
other places this useful coin is a legal tender, but our
shopkeepers, very knowingly for themselves, hale abo-
lished them altogether. The consequences are obvious—
their gain in the course of a single year is immense ; for
a poor man who lays out Is. for his day's provisions loses
about 2d. by buying in small quantities. In illustration of
this, a purchaser of a quartern loaf pays aide for a half-
quartern ho pays 331—a farthing going into the baker's
pocket. Salt butter is 9d. per lb, but be who buys a ilb. is
charged 24d., or at the rate of 10d. per lb. Snuff was
Iformerly lid. per half ounce, it is now lid. to ac-
commodate the retailer. If this inquiry were further
pursued, it would be found, that on many articles is the
farthing exacted. It is really the business of the public
to look into this matter, and no longer submit to be
gulled. Now that half-farthings are issued, let these as
STRIKE AMONG THE FACTORY well as farthings be put into circulation, and let the
HAND-LOOM WEAVERS. working man have the full benefit of his hard-won earn-
We regret to find, that in consequence of a dis- ings. In England half-farthings are now current, and
in all the towns in Scotland, we believe, except Dundee,
pute betwixt the hand-loom factory weavers and their farthings are so. Why should the retailers of this town
employers, in this city, not fewer than 700 of the be thus allowed to defraud the lieges ?—Dundee
former are, at this moment, going idle. Qf the Advertiser,
nature of the quarrel which has arisen betwixt the Tilt SCOTT MONUMENT.—On Saturday this splen-
mastera and the workmen we know nothing, beyond did monument of genius was completed by the placing
what was stated at a meeting of the latter, held In of its topmost stone on the structure. On its being
Nelson-street Chapel on Friday evening, Mr. Ito- fairly placed in its position, the workmen greeted it with
bertson, who was on this occasion called to the chair, three hearty cheers, and the Union flag was displayed
explained that the weavers had addressed a circular to from it daring the remainder of the day. In the course
their employers, craving an advance of ninepence on of the afternoon a number of the Committee, and other
the piece of 60 yards. This circular, he observed, not citizens, went to the top, hoisted up through the main
being satisfactorily answered, a second was served
scaffolding by the steam engine. A bottle of brandy was
also draw n up, and the fires glass dedieated to this chef
upon the masters, in which it was stated, that if the
d'txuvre of architecture—" The Monument to Sir Walter
advance was not agreed to, those who refused would, Sctt.' The building is now 200 feet from the level or
on Monday,, the 7th current, " hazard the loss of their princes-street, and about 3 feet above the spire of St.
workmen." Two firms, viz., those of Messrs. Gilmour Andrew's Church. It has been entirely built by six
and Kerr, and Messrs. David M'Michael and Co., ad- masons, four of whom have been employed upon it from
vaned 6d. on the piece of sixty yards, but the others first to last. The joiner work of the main scaffolding,
did not follow their example. The workmen of Mr. which has been much admired, was put up under the
King, not finding their wishei complied with, struck direction of Mr. Lhind, the contractor, by one man.
work; when certain other manufacturers gave no- There has not been the slightest accident during the
whole progress of the building ; and in the courseofbea
tire, that unless Mr. King's men returned, they
would, on the following day, turn out all their hands. few dad's a
iconsiderableThere
partl oufeitilletosbctestdroolndeing. willhowever.
In consequence of this intimation a meeting of the
operatives was held, when it was resolved that as Mr. taken
n-e the monument onumenet isl still
mpmletely out of the hands of
the builders. In connexion with this subject, we may
King's men had left off work without the advice or de which contains the
mention that the vessel at Lei
request of the general body, " they left them at marble block for the Scott statue, was on Saturday
liberty to return to their employment as soon as they brought up to Mr. Maxton'.: yard,—Edinburgh Ad -
pleased." This resolution was not considered satin- 7:eraser.
factory to the masters, and five firma turned out all DANGEROUS 13 .ITF _ FROM A HAT.—On WedneWaV
their weavers, to the tit inher of 700. morning, about three o'clock, the family of Mr. Reelerici,
proprietor of an ale and stout, house, at th.e corner of
In this state a matters, the public meeting of the
th wet ls• bridge-road and Union-street, were much
fact pxy weavers to which we have referred, and at stloicti
alarmed owing to one of his children and himself being
which the above statement was made, was held on severely bitten during the night by a rat. The child, a
Friday evening, when resolutions were carried to the little girl about three years old, was lying in a cot ad-
effect, that the dismissal of the men for not exercising joining bee father's bed. The latter heard the child
a power over Mr. King's men which they did not scream several times in the night, and exclaim " Don't."
possess, was shameless, tyrannical, and cruel ; that The latter being uneasy for some time -was- -taken into
the factory weavers, being miserably underpaid, were her father's bed, where she also kept on crying for some
entitled to an advance; that the general body of the time. About three o'clock Mr. Roderick was awoke by
weavers were Ur a. unconcerned in the strike of Mr, King's something biting his fore-finger on his right hand, in ,
• dreadful
and had no control over them; and that, ' asmanner. He immediately got up, and having
men, - procured found the bed clothes covered with
ployment were willing to return to their work, if blood,w which was flowing from one of the child's earl.,
permitted
(leaving King's men to be guided by their i f, which was dreadfully bitten, as was also his own finger.
own judgment), they were not blameable for being On searching the bed an immense rat was discovered,
idle, bnt ware compelled to be so by the will of menu- which after some trouble was destroyed. Both the
factoring capitalists; and they consequently eleexued wcamds on the child's car and Mr. lioderiels's finger are-
it a duty to make immediate application to the autho-in a very painful state.
1 hies of the city for e-,:i4ployra9rit, .T nE E XCIIANGiE BELLS, --'ll:,k smallest (or highest
114 air; )ye V§oluOong were carried I toned) bell
in 14 Innlr.' of the Royal Exchange is B
unanitnolialy
qlasgow. Argus of Monday. .. .. , at, and not Ffi t - •td by mistake on Monday.
.. a., so Fin c
1 'rkactual compass is from E flat, third space in the
--.777seee-seezee.-=,mA -e
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A 1:0 . V'. off \Y: 'WA AW 01,u•—• i bass, to B flat, on the third line in the treble stave,
' "ifq. 'l. sa4sUClai IR I)." ' _,LABL—A few days I comprising twelve notes of the diatonic scale, in the
toyton-1.-- -
...., employment of Mr. J. Holden, I key of E flat, with A natural and 1) flat in addition, as
-..e mill, received, without- solicitation, an ad- accidental or casual . notes,
1 vane of Bd. per 1,000 hanks.—Manchester Guardian. ruble of playing tunes
irender the
so as to
in the keys of E, B or A flat.