The Sun.
London, England, 1850-09-06 00:00:00

prospered ; and, at a period when it was physi-
cally impossible for him to have been acquainted
with the details of all the accounts of the bank,
when the E hareho!ders elected him, well knowing
that he was engaged in Parliament, and that he had
several railway works cf magnitude in hand, more
than sufficient to task the energies of one man, he
is held responsible, by this scribbler, for the indis-
cretions of a manager who had gone on steadily,
without giving any occasion of complaint, for
the previous fifteen years, although those on the spot
at York knew nothing of the matter! We put it
fairly to the mercantile community of this metropolis
and of the country at large, on this first issue—ls
Hudson Guilty or Not Guilty ?

ELIZA COOK'S JOURNAL.
The last page of the new monthly part of Eliza
Cook's Journal will be most welcome to all the ad-
mirers of her natural and warm-hearted muse.
" Bessie Gray," a lament over the death of an old
playfellow and school companion, is one of the sweet-
est and tenderest of the matey effusions of unaffected
pathos familiar to the reader's of Eliza Cook, be-
ginning—
" Another of my childhood's friends has passed into the
grave,
The living waters of my heart are ebbing, wave by
wave;
The
,11,odtide of my youthful love has left its sparkling
strand;
But Memory keeps the margin works in rifts of golden
sand."

Then, with a mingled tone of sorrow and playfulness,
the childish frolics and the girlish employments shared
in by the two friends are enumerated—
" And then our bright half-holidays, our happy sum-
mer walks,
Oh, Childhood's richest fruit e'er hangs upon the poorest
stalks."

Bessie Gray found a foreign home and a foreign grave,
but hrr memory lingered with the companion of her
childhood so tenaciously, that the latter exclaims—
" I will not say, poor Bessie Gray, that later years
have not
Strewn truest friendship on my path in many a fairy
spot;
But, favoured as my heart has been, I never yet could see
Two merry girls in giddy sport without a thought of thee."
The concluding stanza is rendered most Effective by
its exquisite simplicity, and will find an answer in the
hearts of_many who read it :
"My gay young playmate! can it be? and art thou
lying low,
Where tawny footsteps have their trail and waves of
blossom flaw?
02! eau it be that thou art gone—so blythe, so brave,
so strong,
And I, the weaker one, still left to hum thy requiem
song?
I wonder where my eyes will close, and sleeping place
will be—
No mater; sleep where'er I may, 'tis little care to me.
I only hope some gentle hearts, when I have passed
away,
Will think of me, as I do now of thee, poor Bessie Gray."
Among the prose contributions to this part is one of
Anna Maria Sargeant's very interesting stories, " The
Second-Floor Lodgers ;" a tale cf the reign of terror,
by Percy St. John, whose pan is so familiar pith
the incidents of the revolution; " A Stitch in Time,"
an attractive little history with a most useful moral ;
"Chemistry for the Kitchen—Vegetable Food ;"
an essay on " Castle-building," in which that most
delightful delusion is denounced, and perhaps very
deservedly, as " selfishness," and with yet greater
justice it is said, in opposition to a practice to which
we are most of us too prone, that on waking up the
dreamer finds that while he has been dreaming others
have been *Dorking, and that he is farther behind than
ever. "The Birth of Charity" is a delightful alle-
gory, which it would be well for the world and all
its inhabitants if it could be realised. These, and a
variety of other equally attractive papers, make up
the new part of the journal, which is, as usual,
characterised by the genial kindliness of spirit and
the practical good sense by which it is animated.

EVENING,