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

HAY WIAMTEI.

.SMITHFIELD.—Meadow Hay, 2/ 8s to 3110 s; Clove!
Ditto, 3/ Os to 4/ lOs ; and Straw, 1/ Is to 11 83 pel
load. Both Hay and Straw moved off slowly, at barely
t•tationary prices.
CUMBERLAND.—Meadow Hay, 2/ 106 to 31 106; Clover
ditto, 3/ Os to 4/ 7s; and Straw, 11 2s to 1! 85 per
load. A full average &upply, and a heavy demand.
WHITECIIAPEL. Meadow Hay, 2/ 8s to 31 103 ;
Clover ditto, 3/ Os to 4l lOs; and Straw, ll Is toll 81 per
load. Supply good, and trade very dull.

CORN AVERAGES.
GENERAL AVERAGE PRICES OF BRITISH CORN
For the Week ended Feb. 28, 1850, made up from the Returns of the
Inspectors in the different Citlcsand Towns in Emgland and Wales
per Imperialguarter.
1 ,
WHEAT. 1 BARLEY. OATS. RYE. 1 1
BEANS. PEAL.
PRICE .. f 38s 6d 1 23s 8d 1 148 I d 1 218 lid 1 24s 48 1255 10d

DUTIES ON FOREIGN CORN.
vvnEAT. BARLEY. I OATS. I ATE. I BEANS. I PEAS.
13 Od Is Od Is Od Is Od Is Od Is Od

MAGAZINES, &c.—( CON TIN UED)

DAVID COPPERFIELD. Ne. XI. By
Charles Dickens.

Great advance is here made in the development of
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. Peggotly, " toiling on, poor pilgrim," wearily,
after having accompanied Daisy to London, and after
obtalting 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 Em'ly. 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 hellkite, a belldame, or something
of that kind—a sort of person 3 ou'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. 'l'raddles 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 Mortimers." Mr. Micawber, we should say
Mr. Mortimer, "in consequence of his temporary
embarassments don't come out till qfter dark—and
then in spectacles!" Copperfield himself has gone a
great way towards the development of his destiny—.
baying made the plunge of life, and popped the ques-
tion to Dora Spenlow. They are betrothed. Their
love passages are the most delightful anti 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 duct, I believe."
Red Whisker is perfectly eclipsed at the picnic; and
the noor 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."