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

THE GREAT MISTAKE.

BY G. LINNXUS BANKS.
Well, really! I'm astonished quite,
And scarce know what to say,
To find that Sunday, after all,
Is still a working day:
That, spite of legislative ActF,
And bigotry's brain fever,
The world is going round to-day
As rapidly as ever.
I thought—except in organ pipes—
The wind was not to blow,
And flowers were to be taken up
If they presumed to grow;
That every stomach, ship, and thing
In any kind of motion,
Must stop for hours just twenty-four,
To offer its devotion.
I thought, too, nothing must be read
Save psalms in holy walls,
Yet there are placards posted up,
Announcing " Sales' and " Balls;"
That men could neither send their thoughts,
Nor be allowed to carry 'ern,
Nor Christian pastors take their fees
From folks—or even marry 'em.
I thought, if e'en the sun came out,
It would be deemed a crime,
And that some plan had been devised
To bind the wings of Time,
That every dial, clock, and watch,
With six days' labour irking,
Would have to wind up its affairs
And atop its hands from working.
All mail deliv'ries were to stop,
Yet there is Mrs. Binns—
Ungodly woman I—just confined
With—would you think it?—twins;
And Vicar Dobbs, to whom 'twos thought
A day's respite was given.
This very morning made his will
And went, I hope, to Heaven.
There goes the Doctor in his gig,
And there is Chemist Brown
As hard at work as if he meant
To knock his counter down;
Yea, even while the pariah church
With pious souls is filling,
A fellow, bawling " Mackerel,"
Sells two soles for a shilling.
I thought all labour was to cease,
Yet poor old Mr. Crupp,
The bishop's carriage can't knock down,
But some one picks him up;
And just because the church takes fire
The zealous congregation
Rush out for engine, pipes, and pails
To stop the conflagration.
I thought that Jane, my Lady's cook,
And John, the butler, too,
Would be obliged to go to church,
As other Christians do:
And that, however odd it seem,
Each ostler, footman, baker,
Relieved from toil, would leisure have
To worship God, his Maker.
And Sunday trains still running—well !
They'll sure fly off the rails,
Conveying pleasure seekers when
They dare not take the mails.
There really must be some mistake—
'Tis Saturday or Monday,
For we are holy people now—
That is—upon a Sunday.
We never dream of labouring
Upon the seventh day—
Of riding out, or doing aught
That WOW'S of display.
No children, servants cattle now
Are Sabbath-breaking sinners,
And what is more, we've given up
Our nice hot Sunday dinners.
Alas ! methinks—l've been deceived,
And so have half the town;
It merely is the "Sunday Post"
The wise heads have put down—
As if, by making it a sin
To send an urgent letter,
They did the smallest good on earth,
Or made one bad heart better !

issued :
" Sir Robert Peel is much exhausted, and alto-
gether is not so well as in the early part of the day.
" July 2, 1850, Half-past Six, P.M."
At seven o'clock it became visible to all that the
suffering patient was rapidly sinking, and it was sug-
gested that it would be advisable to administer to him
the Holy Sacrament, a solemn ceremony the suffer-
ing Baronet eagerly acquiesed in.
ri.awrence Peel, were
With all his children surrounding his death-couch,
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Gibraltar, prayers having been previously said.
The fourth and last bulletin issued was as follows : You have simply to fix a pair of these mi •
rrors (procurable in
" Sir Robert Peel has been growing rapidly worse', a variety of sizes at 12, Poland-street, Oxford .st
1 reet) on the
(since seven o'clock. two lateral projections outside your window, and not a single
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" July 2, Ten o'clock, r.si.'' ' •
~ object, animate or inanimate, can, by possibility, escape your
The interval between the issuing of the above,
.observation. The perpetual amusement thus harmlessly af-
forded exceeds belief. Parents, nurses, children,
. and." tarry.
bulletin and his dissolution was one of the most dis. ' at-home travellers " in particular, cannot fail to estimate its
tressing and painful suspense, his
death being —,
ex -'.ti value. It will become universally popular.
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petted every instant. /. FEMALB COURAGE.—During the unfortunate ship
The Queen and Prince Albert, on receipt of the`, wreck of the Bee, at Gairloch, last week, a circumstance °c-
' third bulletin, and the Prince of Prussia, a guest at :: cured which shows that we have still some of the fair sex
the Palace, were deeply affected at bearing that no • amongst us possessing the spirit of Grace Darling. Imme-
, further
hopes existed of Sir Robert Peel's recovery.:
diately before the vessel broke up, the first passenger on deck,
was a young lady (Miss Christiana Reid, of Lochs, in the'
'Her Majesty, who intended to have gone to the
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island of Lewis), who appeared while the sailors were de-
Italian Opera at Covent-garden Theatre, instantly
'' muffing to enter the boat, in consequence of the state of the
gave instructions that the carriages should be coup- gsea. Miss Reid, with the greatest firmness, exclaimed, ‘, Ifj
termanded, and the Royal dinner party broke up t there is danger in the yawl, there is surely more here," and'
shortly before ten o'clock, the Queen being unequi-
vocally much shocked at the result of the Right lion. irresistible; the crew and passengers gave a cheer, and fol.
Baronet's accident. '• , ",immediately stepped into the boat. The effect of this was
lowed the fair heroine. They were safely lauded i and in
Eve minutes afterwards the Bee lay scattered on the !leach
A Royal ineesenger bad orders to be la ago:adage in toguleati.—lxventos Courier.
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