The Sun.
London, England, 1850-08-09 00:00:00

THE SUN,

pataTh-.1 in tragedy. A lad extr.:ctcd the glasses
hia grAr.diatli's sp,ctacl,?s. Tl'e (Id ri^,::n tr olle!J.
t!_r:Li.J. the u:,;:.:1,7,;(1 f.-anacs and (xWiiyied u ith horr,r,
Mercy en me, 1 have lost my i-41:1,11' With LervonA
agitaii:.n lie tof.:k them off to v.ire thew clean; his
eair.e sistinc nir, and now he cried
wish
rerl:Athl,d terror, Her.vcm! I have lost my f cling Lilo.'
It was well for him that they were, his glasses wEch
w: re goso and not his eye:-."
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This article on " Spectackt," should be perused by
every ore who experiences the smallest diminution in
the powers of vision. After it, the biognphy of
" Dr. Johnson," lately produced by the author of "Dr.
IIookwell," is subjected to a severe and excoriating
attack. " Laplace and Blot " is the heading of a brief
anecdotal chapter, interesting to all lovers of the
science of aitronomy. Besides the above-mentioned
contributions, there are others in the present number of
the great Tory periodic& relating to "National tVorlz-
shops," to " Ancient Agricultural Literature," to the
" Austrian Revolution," to the " Memoirs of Robert
Plume'. Ward," and to " Lamartine's Refutation of
the Quarterly." The last-mentioned paper is nothing
more than a hasty and supercilious comment on a
recent article i❑ Le Conseiller clu Peuple, the political
or ..an of the opinions of M. de Lamartine.

FINE ARTS.
PORTRAIT OF DR. JELF.

We have just sec•ri a portrait of Dr. Jelt; the Reve-
rend Principal of king's College, London, published
by Messrs. \Vickham andl7,llaLd, of 163, Strand, and
can sneak with perfect confidence of the merits of this
production of Mr. Maguire's pencil, in respect as well
to the felicity of the likeness as to the masterly style of
its executior. It is rare indeed that so fine a speci-
men of lithography is offered to the public from an
English prt s,. To all to whom the features of the
worthy original are familiar, this portrait will be
doubly welcome, combining as it does the two great
desiderata in portraiture—accuracy in detail and
truthfulness in expression. There is a thoughtful
and benevolent repose about the countenance, exciting
at once reverence for the excellent Doctor and grati-
tude to the artist who could give it permanence. The
drawing is unexceptionable; the hands are themselves
a study ; and the form of the figure is simple, natural,
and artistic. The drapery, z hich is admirable, by
its quiet tone and lucid breadrh, contributes to the
general effect. A few more such portraits cannot fail
to add much to the reputation of the accomplished
artist, and raise him to a high rank among the most
successful members of his profession. We must
make one remark upon the very elegant frame
which the publishers of the print have appropriately
got up for its reception. In its manufacture not only
has a pure taste been employed, but durability of ma-
terial has been insured, gutta percha having been sub-
stituted for wood and composition. The result is a
charmingly neat and chaste article, calculated, like
the picture itself, to do credit in every way to the
judgment of all whose walls it is destined to morn.

SUMMER TIME IN TOWN AND COUNTRY.
(From Eliza Cook's Journal)
Sunday is the great city-holiday. On summer
Sundays the streets are almost deserted. From an
early hour in the morning, the population has been
pressing out country-wards in all directions, on foot,
in busses, or along the river, up or down, in steamers.
To many of the hard-worked, toiling classes, Sunday
is the very eye of the week. Through it they see
Nature and her God. It enables them to cast the
slough of their six day's toil, and rescues them from
the polluted miesms in which too many of them daily
live. In our hearts we cannot believe that the bene-
ficent use of the Sabbath, in cleansing and puritiying
the physical and morel nature of man, is inconsistent
with the example of Him Who taught that it was right
to pull a sheep out of a pit on the Sabbath-day. And
how much better is a man than a sheep?
All the fields and heaths for ten miles round Lon-
don are gay with health and pleasure-seekers on this
day. On Shooter's-hill, on Primrose bill, on Black-
heath, on Clapham Common, on Hampstead Heal),
you find working men, with their wives and families,
and younger men with their sweethearts, seated on the
grass, drawing from the depths of mysterious bags
and baskets the materiels for their noon repast.
Greenwich and Richmond Parks are full, and Hamp-
ton-court Palace is swarming with visitors. Pleasure-
vans come pouring in till a late hour in the afternoon,
and disgorge loads of people, who, in turns, pass
through the gardens, picture• galleries, and chapels of
the Court. Towards evening all the tea-gardens
about town are filled, long tables are set out in the
open air, and many a tea is joyfully dispatched at
ninepence per head. Dusk comes on, and the streams
of human beings again pour back into the city.
And now for summer-time in the country The
weather is warm, the sky is beautiful, and a sense of
heat and quiet is over al nature—
" The birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees."
They are mute : some have already taken their leave
for the year, sod migrated. The insect tribes are all
full of life; the grasshopper's crisp notes ring amidst
the grass; the gnats dance under the pendent boughs
of trees. Flowers are fading, and the field-lanes and
dge-rows are less gaudy than in past months ; but
the wastes, marshes, and woods are still dressed in
their luxuriant attire of ferns and heaths, with all
their varieties of green, and purple, and gold. The
skirts of the forest begin to be fringed with yellow,
for the cool evenings are coming on, and the pencil
of autumn is beginnime to tint the wools with her
variegated hues. The fields are golden-coloured, for
the corn is fast ripening towards harvest. If we have
lost tha fl sancta of the year, we have abundant pro
raise of its fruits. The air is balmy and serene ; the
sun rises and sets in beauty ; and the splendid bare
vest moon makes the night more glorious than at any
other season. The fairies of old used to dance by
night under her beams, and the bright green circles,
called " Fairy Rings," are yet to be seen in every
grass-field during August ; but
" Philosophy will clip en angel's wings,"
and so our fairies have disappeared, though their rings
are still left us.
When the beauties of nature afford so abundant a
variety as at this season, we scarcely know where to
choose. Shall it be hedge-rows and field-paths,
the sun-tanned reapers harvesting on either side,
little children sitting prattling Older the hawthorn
bush, until their parents can rest for the mid-
day meal, or, playing by the old stile, halt-
hidden under the overhanging boughs of an old
oak, waiting there for the evening hour of rest,
when they all plod wearily homewards together?
Or, shall it be the green lanes about cities, teeny of
which are still preserved in the neighbourhood ot old
London—the country pressing closely upon the
crowded city on every side? Beautiful exceedingly
are they about Highgate, where the Paet's Lace,
Colertdge's and Keats's favourite walk on the skirts
of Mansfield park, still invites many lovers of nature
to while away the summer evening hour, until the
sun's departing rays
"Flirg back a l'ngerim,t, lovely after-day ;"
when the air sleeps all ever the heavens, and the red
round disc of the departing god crimsons over the
little inland mere with mellowed loveline,s, while
the nightingale sends up her mellifluous song from the
bowery gardens in the lane. Or, shall it be Love-
lane, near Camberwell, or Hag Bush -lane, or the
beautiful green walks about Kensington or Dulwich ?
But no! it is the country—the far-off country ot
which we would speak. Shall it he rlari by the sea-
shore? Ah ! how cool " the sea" sounds in hot
weather ; when we go to bed hot, lie half asleep hot.
rise hot, take a hot breakfast, gaze out upon hot brick
walls, see the hot postman hurrying on his errands in
hot scarlet, and walk along hot. streets with heated
thousands. No wonder so many should, at such a
time, rush to Margate, Ramsgate, Thighton, and
every point of the sea-coast, for a breath of fresh air
end a plunge into the delicious cool brine. Or, shall
we bury ourselves in cool forests, beneath the shade
of thick trees,

" A covert of old trees, with trunks all hoar,"
whose foliage nature already tinges as with the hues
of the dying dolphin ; or lay ourselves down by cool
grots on the banks; of running brooks, listening to the
water gurgling through stones, or welling up from
the cool recesses of the earth?

PERILOUS DESCENT OF MRS. GRAHAM, AND TOTAL
DEsTEucTioN OF THE BALLOON.—On Wednesday evening
Mrs. Graham made a night ascent from Cremorne, gardens,
under circumstances of great disadvantage, owing to the
state of the atmosphere and the heavy rain that had fallen
during the altemoun, and after a somewhat hazardous trip,
descended in a field near the South-Eastern Railway, at
Edmonton. When Mrs. Graham was making preuarations
for her descent, she heard the sound of a railway train, and
saw several lights, but owing to the darkness of the night,
she was unable to conjecture as to what part of the country
she was in. The grapnel, however, touched the ground,
but the wind increasing, the balloon was carried over several
fields, when the grapnel fortunately became strongly im-
bedded, and took firm hold in the Bank of a ditch. There
being no signs cf any person to afford any assistance,
Mrs. Grahcm continued for upwards of half an hour
shouting as loud as she could fur help, but to no purpose.
however, to its fullest extent, the
She kept the valve open,
balloon rolling about, and the car at times completely turn-
in,; over, and Mrs. Graham with great difficulty being ena-
bled to retain her hold; alter a lapse of scrim time, police-
constable, 305 N, came to her assistance, and held the car
for at least twenty minutes, when further assistance arrived
with lights, and whilst Mrs. Graham was in the act of
Walking round to see that the valve was properly open, some
person approached too near with one of the lights, which ig-
nited the escaping gas, and in an instant; the balloon was in
one mass of fiainu, Mr.. Graham and every one present
having to run for their lives, but not before she was much
scorched about the face and her bonnet and shawl burnt.
Mrs. Graham proceeded to Edmonton yesterday and reco-
vered the remnants of the balloon, but for any use it may
be said to be totally destroyed ; it is stated that several
gentlemen'have tffered to contribute to the restoration of the
balloon, in admiration of the courage displayed by the in-
trepid aeronaut on the occasion.

MANCHESTER MARKET, AUG. B.—The market to-
day as been somewhat quieter than on Tuesday, in all de-
partments, and although there is no quotable decline, yet
'yarns suitable for India have shown a tendency to give way.
'All other articles' are quite firm kt the prices of Tuesday.