The Sun.
London, England, 1850-10-08 00:00:00

OCTOBER B, 1850.

sidered in the light of a desire to limit you in any way.
I intended to convey to you my intention to enne,(l4, as
liberal terms as 1 could eupr)se t- .. : „,i. you .c.'s
wand, or any manger, with .e :weans %nd purixso Of
paying you, could grant. Any expectation founded on
such au intention was not meant to make a part of the
business of my letter. In inviting you to London, I
fulfil a duty that devolves on mo with my office, and I
do so in the most frank and liberal spirit.
" I shall regret your absence, should you think it right
to reject my overtures; and, with my cordial thanks for
the kind expressions of your letter,
" I remain, dear Sir, truly yours,
" W. C. MACREADY."
" Maurice Tiernay, the Soldier of Fortune," dis-
plays the hero in the capacity of an attaché to Hum-
bert's corps dispatched from Rochelle to the ill-fated
invasion of Ireland in '9B. The touching tale of
" Grace Kennedy," written with beautiful simplicity
and feeling, progresses in interest; and a new story is
commenced, Sell written, and promising some excite-
ment through the introduction of supernatural agency,
entitled " The Mystic Vial." The characters in it are
portrayed with considerable effect, especially those of
the shattered old courtier, the Viscount de Charre-
bourg ; his fair daughter Lucille, and " the strange
lady in white," a much less less benignant apparition
than the White Lady of Avenel. Four masterly articles
swell the list of contributions, being reviews of as
many recent publications of celebrity, namely,
" Colonel Chesney's account of the Expedition for the
Survey of the Euphrates and Tigris," a work of great
erudition and merit ; " Bradford's Correspondence of
Charles the Fifth," a valuable companion to Robert-
son's great monument of historical genius ; "Dr
Johnson's Religious Life and Death," an entertaining
book, fraught with a hundred agreeable sto-
ries anent the leviathan of literature ; and
" M'Cosh's Method of the Divine Govern •
merit." The last review is especially deserving
of perusal for its pervading acuteness and profundity.
The bard of the Dublin University, who loves to
sign himself Jonathan Freke Slingsby, sings with his
accustomed sweetness and poetic power, above all, in
two beautiful lays, " The Memories of the Dead,"
aed " Friends of Youth." The stanzas entitled

" Hope," by F. F., possess exceeding merit. And
though last, not least, comes a powerful onslaught
on the recent decision arrived at by the majority of
the Roman Catholic Prelates at the Synod of Thurles,
under the presidency of the Most Rev. Paul Cullen,
as affording tokens of a spirit on the part of the
heads of the Papal Church calculated to excite the
gravest apprehensions of the State. We trust, how-
ever, that the remonstrances of the thirteen bishops,
who formed the minority on that occasion, may not
be without effect at the Court of Rome, where surely
the amiable Archbishop Murray is entitled to as much
weight and consideration as that turbulent Boaner-
ges, John of Tuam. The October number furnishes
on the whole additional proof that the respected and
spirited proprietor knows how to surround himself
with a phalanx of " eminent hand.," whose labours
shed honour upon him, themselves, and the literature
of their common country.