The Sun.
London, England, 1868-11-12 00:00:00

ANOTHER LONDON PAPER.

Another London paper appeared yesterday—the
Morning Summary. It is formed somewhat on the
model of the Pall Mall Gazette. The idea is excellent.
Such a paper has long been wanted. It is free from
those " harrowing details " in which larger papers
delight, while it gives a " well-digested " sum-
mary of the news of the day. The " tone" is
Conservative, and though it professes to be free
from the influence of party, there is a very decided
partisan air about it. It makes a very important
announcement to-day as to the arrangements at the
War Office. A happy compromise will very
probably, it says, put an end to the difficul-
ties created by the appointment of Sir Henry
Storks. Sir Edward Lugard, the present per-
manent Under Secretary of State, will either retire
on his pension or accept a divisional command.
The post thus vacated will be filled by Sir Henry
Storks. Sir William Power, at present the chief of
the Commissariat Department, will receive the
appointment of Controller-in-Chief, with rank and
remuneration equivalent to the Financial Secretary
—Mr. Douglas (Talton. Colonel Martindale, formerly
head of the Barrack Department, will assume the
duties of Controller at Aldershot.
"I FORBID THE BANNS."

The Morning'Summary is responsible for the sub-
stance of the following tale. At Marylebone
Church, on the Sunday before last, the banns of
marriage were published between a youthful member
of the aristocracy and a young " somebody," whose
portrait hangs in respectable shops, next the Royal
Family and the clergy. The " somebody "in question
is rather notorious in London just now. She is
very pretty, and her portrait is much admired.
The original of the picture does not appear in such
respectable company as her portrait. The friends of
the contracting parties rallied round the victims, and
suspicious-looking broughams conveyed suspicious-
looking people from Saturday night revels to
the peaceful Sunday simplicity of Marylebone
Church. Unfortunately, there was a hitch. A
relative took upon himself the unpleasant task
of preventing the aristocratic minor from play-
ing out his fool's game, and the numerous friends
and rivals of the unhappy lady went home, sadly
disappointed at the contretemps, and endeavoured to
postpone their consolation until the following
evening, when she was found, as usual, enthroned
in a fool's paradise in Holborn—by kind permission
of the proprietors. Should the young nobleman have
made up his mind, the relative will find some diffi-
culty in preventing the arrival of that time when he
must " for ever hold his peace."

A CLERGYMAN'S REBUKE.

The Rector of Oldswinford having some little time
ago married his servant, he justified his conduct to
his parishioners from the pulpit. In that sermon,
while preaching doctrines of equality, he took care to
remind his hearers of his own high birth. lle has
now issued a pamphlet, addressed to the " penny-
a-liners," which is a most extraordinary production:
He abuses them roundly, and defends the choice
of his old age. Ho thinks thus of his
much-honoured wife. "She was my cook, but of
that order a member of which is called in language
more polite, if of the male sex, a Maitre-d'Hotel or
Chef—if of the female, a Cordon Bleu. And, by
the shades of Careme, of Beauvilliers, and of Ude,
I vow it is to me no easy matter to determine that
one who has attained, as far as woman may, to pro-
ficiency in their high art and mystery, has displayedless
talent than is required for the conduct of a coalpit,
an iron-work, a brickfield, or a glasshouse; for perus-
ing novels, even of French, for working a banner-
screen, or a cushion, or performing indifferently on the
piano." He is very angry with the ladies of his congrega-
tion for staring at his wife. His effusion is a verbose
and extraordinary one, and the unsophisticated Mrs.
Craufurd must be no less astonished than gratified at
this chivalric defence. Far different was the conduct
of the incumbent of St. John the Baptist, Peter-
borough, who married a schoolmistress, after the
death of his father, the bishop, and issued a
pamphlet, addressed to his parishioners, which wav
little more than an abject apology.