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

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,
bands, 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, huying
let more expensive jewellery, yet without sT.Ac or stock-
ing to his feet, the shoes to which spurs were at-
tached leaving a debatable grond between them and his
trousers! Spurs and shoc.l,7s are, I imagine, a fashion
peculiar to this starop of exquisites, but among them
very popular.'

the market in Sydney is well supplied, and the dis-
play fruit is very beautiful. This includes the pro-
duce of hot climates, especially all descriptions of
melons. The large green water-melon, rose-coloured
within, 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 i* to be procured at Sydney; and
Mrs. Meredith h0...1 here the good taste to prefer such to
the preserve:l salmon and cod from England, which are
alone s°j-ved at a Sydney dinner-table. Rock-oysters
and eray-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 iu 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 fleas, which seem to pervade the colony in one
universal swarm.'

" The Cumberland hunt have a tolerable pack of
hounds, 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."

FRASER'S MAGAZINE.
Fraser is less amusing this month than usual. The
Number opens with a "Fine Day at Stratford-upon-
Avon," wherein the writer gives an account of his
departure from London on a pilgrimage to the birth-
place of our greatest dramatist. The article is some-
what of the heaviest, being chiefly taken up with dull
antiquarian details respecting Shakspeare, &c. The
" Smiths" is a passable story, and refers to sundry
passages in the lives of a family of that name who
dwelt at Brompton. It might have been curtailed
with advantage. " Prichard's Natural History of
Man" is a notice of a very able work recently pub-
lished, in the course of which the Reviewer makes a
striking extract from one of Mr. Hope's latest pro-
ductions describing the physical and mental pecu-
liarities of a race of dwarfs who reside in some of the
islands of Polynesia, and bear the closest possible ap-
proximation to the baboon. " Military Tableaux" is
a spirited description of the achievements of the
Prussian Brandenburgh Hussars in the tremendous
campaigns of 1813 and 1814. In the essay headed
" Hints on the Modern Governess System," we meet
with some serviceable practical suggestions respecting
the education which the majority of females in the
middle classes receive now-a-days. " Scotland and
England" is a review of Mr. Kohl's recent volumes of
travels in these countries, and corrects some mistakes
into which the German tourist has fallen respecting
Edinburgh. Our readers may perhaps be pleased
with the following pleasing little poem on the subject
of the " Opening of the Royal Exchange :"
" In the heart of the City,
When Mammon lay still
In the Sleep of Night's silence,
(Hush'd Word and hush'd Will!)
`When the garner'd gold rested
Untouch d and unturn'd,
And in hard chests of iron
Man's wealth lay inurn'd!
" When London had pass'd all
His crowds to the West,
And the Spirit of Commerce
Grew dull in its rest;
When the haunts of the merchant
No sharp echoes woke;
From the heart of the City
The flame-tempest broke.
" It rose on its grand wings
In strength and in ire,
Up, up to the red sky,
The beautiful fire!
It screamed and it crackled
In column and flake,
Till up-leaped the great city
Alive and awake!

" In the temple of Dives
The flame-monarch stood
With bright eyes of saffron
And red limbs of blood;
And as the walls crumbled
Beneath his great tread,
The millions came round him
And shriek'd as he spread!

" Too grand and too awful,
Too vast in dismay,
In the arms of the flame-king
The gold temple lay;
As swift and as sure
Was his wreck, as the wave,
Till the reeking rod Mammon
Lay hot in his grave!

" Old London! grand London!
Low, low in the dust
Thy proud Commerce watcheth
Her pride and her lust!
Thy tryst place a lucre
Hath siliunk from the eye,
And Viacken'd or bleaching
Its dead embers lie!
" What, ho! for a Phoenix
To come with new flame,
Up, up from those ashes
To beauty and fame!—
To stand on that dark spot
In glory and pride,
And call back the City
Again to its Bride!

" They bring the sharp chisel,
Tbey hue the white stone,
They make the crane rattle,
They oil the black hone;
They rear the high scaffold,
They climb, and they ruu:
Lo! again a grand temple
Mounts up to the sun;
" The Temple of Dives
Once more hath its priests;
They will deck it with trophies,
And crown it with feasts!
To day a grand pageant
Will honour their band
When the king-merchants crowd round
The Queen of the Land!
" Come Queen and come Consort
In pomp and in pride,—
Come nobles ! Old London
Now weds his new Bride
Fair plentiful Commerce
(Gold strewed on her way),
In his grand palace temple
Of riches to-day I

" In wealth and in honour,
In pride and in state,
In envy and wonder,
They watch and they wait.
Now the pageant is ended
The million may roam,
And royal Old Mammon
Again has a Home !"

TAIT'S MAGAZINE.
Tait's political article is very brief and meagre this
. month, which is not to be wondered at, when we con-
sider the present aspect of affairs. In whatever di-
rection we turn our eyes, all is dull, lifeless apathy.
Ireland—an unusual thing with her—scarcely gives a
stir to convince us that she exists ; and in England,
Chartism, Radicalism, Whiggism, and all other isms
and schisms are as dull and tranquil as the grave. In
the dearth of subjects more congenial to his tastes, our
Utilitarian friend Tait alludes to " Young England,"
which he does in a spirit highly creditable to his sense
of justice. " We cannot," he says, " in view of some
of the recent proceedings of this party, refuse
them credit for a sympathy with the people, and a
mental independence which must, ere long, produce
. something very much better than has yet appeared
in their Parliamentary votes and speeches. Their late
visits to the seats of democracy and manufactures can
scarcely be interpreted as a pledge to go on withhold-
ing
.the working man's franchise and taxing his bread."
. This is certainly a logical sequitur from the opinions
hitherto maintained byYoung England. "A Teacher's
Jo
- urnal" is interesting chiefly from the apparent
. truth and reality of •
entitled " Recent Pits '
descriptions. In thecriticism
quisite productionsoetrr justice is done to the ex-
thouwrlteMiss Barrett--the most
ghtful female of the day. We find
. in the present chapters 0;
Hearth and Homestead," the foldlowint
ills's novel, " Our
.portrait of a
direct
wetip wears the
country razor-grinder and his
• appearance of having been drawn odif.;
high and
life :
•ganandsi sloping
" In a green lane, flanked by two hi
• banks, on which the prickly bramble
• flourished, with many a flower born to bloom unseen,
' man was industriously engaged in the humble occuPea- I

tion of razor-grinding. He was old, and, if his hablll
ments and general appearance offered any etidence of
his means and resources, poverty stricken in the extreme:
A darned, tattered, and faded soldier's coati bereft of its
skirt, and which now, in its curtailed state came under
the denomination of a spenser, hung upon his shoulders,
and seemed as much disposed to drop from them as to
remain in its doabttli.l position. His legs were barely
protected from tie glance of the passerby in Cf
trouser., rayed almost to the knees, and his feet were
'scarcely capable of forming a union with the soleless and
dilapidated shoes in which their owner shuffled on his
way. A worn and greasy foraging-cap placed jauntily
on one side of his head, almost as devoid of hair as the
back of his brown and bony hands, completed his unpre-
possessing costume ; but notwithstanding its lack of at-
tractions, there was an air about the wearer which gave
note that he had seen far better days, and afforded more
than a probability that he had known how battles were
lost and won. His features were hard and contracted,
and his gray eye-brows sprouted in thick wiry bristles
over a pair of as bright and twinkling eyes as ever glis-
tened in human sockets. Deeply marked and wrinkled
were his cheeks ; but from his iron frame, still well-knit
with thews and sinews, it would seem that hardship and
suffering had more to do with the stamps than the sap-
consuming hand 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 effects 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 an impenetrable London fog. His ears
had been clipped to a sharp poiat, 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 inere-
dible,magiliture. In truth, the intervals were few and
far between when this unexampled dog was not using
his best endeavours to render himself as superlative a
nuisance as his many accomplishments rendered him
capable of."

DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE.
The first article in 'the present Number of this
Magazine is headed "'waddling Tourists in Ireland,"
and is severe—and no altogether unjustly so—on
divers and sundry volunes of trash that have lately
been published on the subject of the sister country.
The absurditiesOincleiror misrepresentations, arising
from ignorance, of a recent German traveller, who
strolled through Ireland in the Repeal year, are spe-
cially held up to ridicule, and never was ridicule
better applied than in.fhis particular case. " Etruria"
is a critical notice, accompanied by numerous extracts,
of Mrs. Hamilton's clever antiquarian work on this
subject. The " National System of Education" is
a skilfully reasoned essay, though in places it evinces
somewhat too much of a party bias. Some of the
writer's suggestions are well worthy the consideration
of Government. " Major Lynch's Journal of a
Residence among the Ghilzies in 1839" contains
some graphic sketches of character and scenery.
" Glimpses in the Mountains" is a wild, desultory
article, but by no means devoid of fancy. We sub-
join one of the poems with which it is interspersed
Coward heart and failing limb,
Drowsy sluggard of the earth,
Where the sun and stars are dim—
Come where Hope and Love have birth !
Like the embers from the earth,
Like the blossoms from the tree,
Plenty there decays to dearth,
Death from Life is hunting thee.
Here are Fancy's purpled hills,
Here Ambition's towers of gold.
Earthly fountain never fills
Streams like those our vallies hold,
Down in every mountain fold
They go apparelled from the sun—
Faltering heart awake, be bold,
And the heritage is won.
When the dew of boyhood's dawn
At the kindling morn of Youth,
Rose in glorious dreamings gone,
Here they settled into truth ;
Never Time's devouring tooth
Gnaws the bud or fruitage here ;
Here, enchanted, gentlest Ruth
Holds her urn without a tear.
There thou art a silly slave,
Shepherd Conscience pens thee in,
From the cradle to the grave.
Trembling for the old wolf, Sin.
Here thy golden years begin,
Wolf and flock together play;
No more frets the shepherd's din,
Nor his angry dogs all day.
Wealth shall trouble thee no more;
House, or raiment, food, or drink.
Wish—and ere the wish is o'er,
Teems around the fountain's brink
Fruit of boughs that never shrink
From the cold calamity.
Labour here is but to think,
And the God-like hand is free.
Would'st thou utter noble thought—
It is uttered ere it rise,
Bywatching
no wasting brought;
0 er the blushing earth it lies,
Like the rosy dawning skies;
Genius stirs the trembling grass,
Weeps from out the violet's eyes,
Fills the breezes as they pass.
Here the heart can find its brother,
As the blossom finds the dew,
And another and another,
Like the flowers that spring anew;
And the free life passes through,
Like the wind-sigh through the tree.
Dream of Love, and is it true;
When thou wak'st, embracing thee.
When the heart would utter love
On that frustrate earth below,
The stumbling tongue in vain would move,
As deep as love it cannot go.
here to and fro thy life doth flow,
Breathing the immortal hours;
And the thoughts, unspoken, grow
On the leaves and on the flowers.