The Sun.
London, England, 1850-03-07 00:00:00

EtltY WARS.E.TS.

SMITIIIIELD.—Meadow Hay, 2/ 8s to 31103; Clover
lilto, 3/ Os to 41 103 ; and. Straw, 11 Is to 86 p?
load. Beth Hay and Straw moved off s:owly, at barely
tationary prick r.
CummaLAND.—Meadow 'Hay, 2l 10b to 3110., Clover
ditto, 31 Os to 4! 7s; and Straw, 11 2s to 1/ 86 pe:
load. A full average supply, and a heavy demand.
WUITECIZAPEL. —Meadow Hay, 21 8s to 3/ 10, ;
.;lover ditto, 31 Os to 4/ 106; and Straw, ll is to 1/ 8., per
load. Supply gocd, and trade very dull.

CORN AVERAGES.
GENERAL AVERAGE PRICES OF BRITISH CORN.
For the Week ended Feb. 2S. 1850, made up from the Returns of the
Inspectors in the different Citiesaud Towns in England and Wales
per Imperial Quarter.
WHEAT. BARLEY. OATS. RYE. 1 BEANS. ricAf.
MICE .. I 38s Gd 1 23s 8d I 14811 d 211 lld 1 24s 4d 125 s 10d

DUTIES ON FOREIGN CORN.
',CHEAT. I BAILEE. OATS. I
E.
I BEANS. I PEAS.
Is Od Is Od Is Od Is OJ Is Od is Od

MAGAZINES, &c.—(CONTINUED).

DAVID COPPERFIELD.
Charles Dickens.
Great advance is here made in the development o
the " plot" of "David Copperfield ;" and great
changes will be found, on the perusal of the three
last chapters, to have befallen its principal characters.
Mr. Peggotry, "toiling on, poor pilgrim," wearily,
after having accompanied Daisy to London, and after
obtaining an ineffectual interview with Mrs. Steer-
forth, has set out upon a mysterious and incompre-
hensible search after his niece, the loved and lost
little Dilly. Mrs. Gummidge comes out bravely in
the time of affliction, and our heart quite melts to-
wards her, like David's, with a feeling almost of
veneration : the metamorphosis is beautiful. Even
little Miss Mowcher turns out at last—be it said
with all due respect for " three foot nothing"—quite
a trump! Rosa Dartle, on the contrary, in the'in
terview already referred to, proves to be—what shall
we call her ?—a helikite, a belldame, or something
that kind—a sort of person 3ou'd like to see sub-
jected at the close of a book, like that horrible old
wretch Mrs. Pipchin in "Dombey and Son," to some
exemplary punishment. Mrs. Barkis comes up to
town, and lives for a while near her "dear boy"
David—delighting under his guidance in all the
sights of London—except St. Paul's, " which I
think," says her companion and biographer, " from
her long attachment to her workbox became a rival of
the picture on the lid, and was, in some particulars,
vanquished, she considered, by that great work of
art.. " Mr. Murdstone is seen again for an instant on
his way to purchase a marriage licence at Doctors'
Commons preliminary to his union with a young and
beautiful heiress. Traddles is living by himself in
new lodgings, has paid the first little bill, is in hopes
of getting over the second, and is purchasing back
his little articles of furniture which had passed out of
his hands in consequence of a distraint for rent on
his former landlord, and which he longs to obtain
again preparatory to his dim chance of wedlock with
" one out of ten," "the dearest girl in the world."
Changes too have befallen the immortal Mr. Wilkins
Micawber, the partner of his bosom and the pledges
of their affection—no longer owning to their right-
ful patronymic, but going under the designation of
" the Alortimers." Mr. Micawber, we should say
Mr. Mortimer, "in consequence of his temporary
etnbarassments don't come out till after dark—and
then in spectacles!" Copperfield himself has gone a
great way towards the development of his destiny—
having made the plunge of life, and popped the ques-
tion to Dora Spenlow. They are betrothed. Their
love passages are the most delightful and delicious
descriptions in the number, and only comparable in
humour and naturalness to the drunken adventure of
David in a previous chapter. " There was dust, I
believe : there was a good deal of dust, I believe."
Red Whisker is perfectly eclipsed at the picnic; and
the poor horse hired for the occasion gets "the bark
took of his leg" by the wheel of the carriage, " to the
tune of three pun sivin." But the scene of pepping
the question is the climax, Jip and David, " each in
their own way getting more mad every moment."
In the midst of all this delirium of delight a thun-
derbolt falls down upon the upper apartments of Mrs.
Crupp—Aunt Betsy, Mr. Dick, the cat, two birds,
and a few boxes arriving there suddenly from Dover.
Aunt Betsy is ruined ! So closes the last number of
" Copperfield."

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