The Sun.
London, England, 1868-10-21 00:00:00

BOURSE, Oct. 20.—Th
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Credit Mobilier
End of month 271 25
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It&Pan Loan —
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Deferred 3l 50
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Western

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the streets of Francisco without having every one pause
to gaze on her ; and a chill was so rare that once at a
theatre in the same city, where a woman had taken her
infant, when it began to cry, just as the orchestra began
to play a man in the pit cried out—" Stop those fiddles
and let the baby cry. 1 have not heard such a sound for
ten years." The audience applauded, the orchestra
stopped, and the baby continued its music.— Westminster
Review.

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HER MAJESTY.

BALMORAL CASTLE, Oct• 19:

The Queen, accompanied by Princess Louise,
Prince and Princess Christian, Prince Arthur, and
Prince Leopold, and the Prince and Princess of
Peck, attended Divine service at the parish chard'
of Crathie yesterday.

The Princess of Wales drove out, attended bf
the lion. Mrs. Coke, ye. teriay.

CHARLES DICKENS'S READINGS.

David Copperfield and Mrs. Garai).
Another immense audience, filling St. James'
Hall in every part, last evening welcomed Mr.
Charles Dickens with enthusiastic applause 11Pe
the occasion of his reappearance, there, for the
Second of his Farewell Readings in the metropolis.
In order, if possible, to prevent the recarrence ni
the disappointment experienced upon the prevlolls
occasion by those who arrived at the doors of the
Hall only to find it utterly impossible to gain ad-
mittance—reserved seats, stalls, balconies, galleries'
and even gangways, being all fully occupied—the
unwelcome fact for many had yesterday to be 31-
vertised beforehand that every labelled seat in ths
enormous hall had been already purchased. And,
yet, notwithstanding this precaution, hundreds 01
baffled candidates for admission were visibly and
audibly there last night, crowding the entrances
and the contiguous corridors.
It must be remembered, of course, that last night
was an exceptionally great attraction even among
the very varied excellence of these wonderful read-
ings by our great novelist—" David Copperfield''
and " Mrs. Gamp" being respectively—as they cer-
tainly are, to our thinking—about the most re'
markable of die whole series. "David Copperfield,''
in a manner, takes precedence of all the others'
by reason of the extraordinary variety of the de'
lineations (or impersonations rather) introduced in
that one Reading—by reason of the astonishing
power of the descriptive passages, as in the instance
of the storm at Yarmouth ; and no less, be it said,
because of the exquisite drollery of those PO'
tions of the reading which relate to Doily's I°lll3
for Dora, or because of the delicate yet masculine
pathos of every syllable having reference to little
Emily, uttered by that noble-hearted Fisherman,
Mr. Peggotty. " Mrs. Gamp," again, bears off
the palm triumphantly—brandishing. it, as it were,
on the top of her immense gig umbrella--far
and away above all the other minor (purely
comic) readings which are introduced by way '3f
after-piece : and this by right of that broad and unc-
tuous humour—as representatives of which that
same immortal lady and her mythical friend, Mrs'
Harri 4, may be pronounced to be altogether un-
rivalled and incomparable exemplars.
What struck us very forcibly last night in
regard to the individualisation of his characters
by Mr. Dickens in his rapid and startlingly
distinct impersonations of them, as they one
after another, so to speak, came into the fore'
ground, turn by turn, among the imaginal
interlocutors—was this, that so individualized are
they, so entirely apart do they stand from one ane'
ther, that it would be as utterly impossible for any
one, listening to Mr. Dickens, and watching him'
to mistake Ham, let U 3 say, for Mr. Peggotty, or
Mrs. Crupp for Mrs. Gamp, as it would be for 01
one to confuse Dora with Mr. Micawber, or Mr.
Mould with Mrs. Gummidge. Each in turn is a 003-
ture perfectly sui generis. And each, instead of being'
so to express it a mere limning upon a surface, as with
a picture, bears so far.a resemblance to a statue that
you can in a manner go all round it. Only, the
statue, here, is flesh and blood—is living 011,
breathing—literally (for once) a speaking likeness
Familiar as they were to us all—

"Beloved as Fable and believed as Troth"— ,1
those wonderful characters peopling 66 Davy
Copperfield"--how they were welcomed one after
another as they appeared (for they really seemed to
appear) and spoke (as they actually did speak) ls°
evening ! Mr. Peggotty first of all, that true
salt-water fisherman—or, as he calls himself, l°
his tender love for his niece Emily, tha,
"babby in the form of a great Sea Porkypine*
Ham—not the " chuckleheacled fellow" of Steer-
forth, but—the noble, stalwart young sailor trem-
bling through and through with his intense love
for the little creature he had seen grow up before
him " like a flower." Mrs. Gummidge, with every'
thing going coutrairy with her, poor, love-lern
widow as she is, until all her innate unsellishnes3,
gushes out all of a sudden under her sense of thegrea'
calamity which has befallen her benefactor. Pretty
little Emily. Radiant, handsome, curly-headeclt
bright-eyed, reckless, heartless Steerforth. Dore,
with her bewitching little silly copetteries. gr'
Micawber, with the condescending roll in his voice,
and his intermittent bursts of confidence. At°.
Micawber (who is quite worthy of him) with her
high sense of her family, her impassioned deter"
urination that, come what may, she never will
forsake Mr. Micawber, and her ludicrously fatuoile
way of summing up, quite logically and practically,
the manner in which to deal with his chronic ii
pecuniosity and his interminable pecuniary involve"
ments. Traddles, too. And that marvellous body
ing forth for us of the lowest class of your
genuine London lodging-house landlady, Ml'
Crupp. And dear David Copperfield himself,
the most loveable of all the heroes of 311."
Dickens's greater fictions (as Nicholas Nickleby is
the most high-spirited amongst them all) --11.
David, whose loveableness is sufficiently well
indicated, as it seems to us, by the variety
of names enjoyed by him all through the story, 13?
who is the " Daisy" of Steerforth, the 66 Deady"
Dora, the " Trotwood" of Aunt Betsy, the " Mas't
Davy bo" of Ham and Mr. Peggotty—just as
recognisedly, too, under any of those names'
as when he is addressed as the "my dear
Copperfield," of Mr. Macawber, on the "l‘'
Copperfull" of Mrs. Crupp. All through the reao-
ings of last night the enormous audience—hanging
upon the every look and word of Mr. Dickens
showed itself to be thoroughly appreciative.
The subtlest points as well as the most obvloll/
were caught up and applauded to the echo. Some-
times the whole hall-full of people got shaken into
an uncontrollable burst of laughter by a single
word, as where David says that Mrs. Micabwer—.
after making her toilette in his bedroom with the
aid of the paper of mixed pins and other arrange-
ments of a " luXurious" character (as gr'
Alicabwer designates them)—on making her apPeA;,
ante—" comparatively speaking—looked /-/-lovelyj
So, also was it, at the utterance of Mr. MieawberT
one word " Discount," and at Traddles' echo °l,'"
David's phrase " not a bit"—the hall upon each
occasion resounding with shouts of laughter.
As to that wonderful piece of word-painting'
the description of the great storm rolling 13
upon the beach at Yarmouth, it hushed the
whole assemblage into breathless attention, and 3t
,
its close, as the Author-reader was leaving the 03'
form, won for him round after round of applause.
or rather, it should be said, one prolonged acclainaa'-
i on. As to the Reading of "Mrs. Gamp," the pas'
sages that seemed most to catch the fancy of tP
audience last night were two Inimitably ludier°,3o
professional expressions of rather questionable
will. Namely, where Mr. Mould, the undertaker,
when expatiating to Mr. Pecksniff upon the ren33l.ic
able qualities of Mrs. Gamp, as a woman with 3of
intellect far above her station iu life—speaks °,
,
her as " one of those persons one would feel Ili
posed to bury for nothing, and do it neatly
too !" And where Mrs. Gamp herself, in an eclll3,,er
confiding outburst of philanthropy, from
point of view, declares that "if she could aff°f4
to lay her fellow-creeters out for nothink she W°tn.
gladly do it, sich is the love she bears 'em!" Writ
Mrs. Gamp's voice yet ringing in their ears, the
audience audience last night, still laughing, greeted .1%
Dickens on his departure with another riogi°
cheer, and then dispersed,