The Sun.
London, England, 1850-11-27 00:00:00

TURKEY.

The Wanderer of Vienna states that, according to
commercial letters from Constantinople, the treaty
concluded between the Ottoman Porte and Lord
Palmerston for the establishment of a free port on
the coast of Albania is definitively signed, but that it
cannot be carried into execution for six months.

the market to-day than have done so for the last few
weeks. Doeskins and pilot cloths have been in better
request for the home market. The fancy trade con-
tinues much the same, being generally dull, and
nothing doing, except in new patterns which meet
with pretty ready purchasers. Yarns continue firm.
The wool market is fiat, except for colonial wools, of
a low quality.
HALIFAX, SATURDAY.—With the exception of a
few orders for fancy goods, there is scarcely anything
doing in the worsted trade ; and the aspect of our
Piece Hall, to-day, has been unusually dull. In yarn
and wool, there is nothing doing, and prices may,
therefore, be regarded as nominal.
LEEDS, TUESDAY.—There has been a very flat
market to-day at the Cloth Halls, and, with the ex-
ception of a few deliveries of winter goods, there is
but little doing to order. Business in the warehouses
continues dull.

A CRISIS IN THE AFFAIRS OF
MR. JOHN BULL,
AS RELATED BY MRS. BULL TO THE CHILDREN.
Mrs. Bull and her rising family were seated round the
fire, one November evening at dusk, when all was mud,
mist, and darkness out of doors, end a good deal of fog had
even got into the family parlour. To say the truth, the
parlour was on no occasion fog-proof, and had, at divers
notable times, been so misty as to cause the whole Bull
family to grope about, in a most confused manner, and
mako the strangest mistakes. But, there was an excel-
lent ventilator over the family firc-place (not one of Dr.
Arnott's, though it was of the same class, being an ex-
cellent invention, called Common Sense), and hence,
though the fog was apt to get into the parlour through a
variety of chinks, it soon got out again, and left the
Bulls at liberty to see what o'clock it was, by the solid,
steady-going, family time-piece; which went remarkably
well in the long run, though it was apt, at times, to be
a trifle too slow.
Mr. Bull was dozing in his easy chair, with his
pocket handkerchief drawn over his head. Mrs. Bull,
always industrious, was hard at work, knitting. The
children were grouped in various attitudes around the
blaming fire. Master C. J. London (called after his God-
father), who had been rather late at his exercise, sat
with his chin resting, in something of a thoughtful and
penitential manner, on his slate, and his slate resting on
his knees. Young Jonathan—a cousin of the little Bulls,
and a noisy, overgrown lad—was making a tremendous
uproar across the yard, with a new plaything. Occa-
sionally, when his noise reached the ears of Mr. Bull,
the good gentleman moved impatiently in his chair, and
muttered " Con—found that boy in the stripes, I wish
ho would'nt make such a fool of himself!"
" He'll quarrel with his new toy soon, I know," ob-
served the discreet Mrs. Bull, " and then he'll begin to
knock it about. But wo mustn't expect to find old heads
on young shoulders."
" That can't be, Ma," said Master C. J. London, who
was a sleek, shining-faced boy.
" And why, then, did you expect to find an old bead
on Young England's shoulders?" retorted Mre. Bull,
turning quickly on him.
" I didn't expect to find an old head on Young Eng-
land's shoulders," cried Master C. J. London, putting
his left-band knuckles to his right eye.
"You did'nt expect it, you naughty boy?" said Mrs.
Bull.
" No!" whimpered Master C. J. London. " I am sure
I never did. Oh, oh, oh!"
" Don't go on in that way, don't!" said Mrs. Bull,
" but behave better in future. What did you mean by
playing with Young England at all?"
"I didn't mean any harm!" cried Master C. J. Lon-
don, applying, in his increased distress, the knuckles of
his right hand to his right eye, and the knuckles of his
left hand to his left eye.
" I dare say you didn't!" returned Mrs. Bull, " Hadn't
you had warning enough about playing with candles and
candlasticiss? ,How often had you been told that your
poor father's house, long before you were born, was in
danger of being reduced to ashes by candles and candle-
sticks? And when Young England and his companions
began to put their shirts on, over their clothes, and to
play all sorts of fantastic tricks in them, why didn't you
come and tell your poor father and me, liko a dutiful
C. J. London?"
Because the rubric—" Master C. J. London was
beginning, when Mrs. Bull took him up short.
" Don't talk to me about the Rubric, or you'll make it
worse!" said Mrs. Bull, shaking her head at him.
" Just exactly what the Rubric meant then, it means
now; and just exactly what it didn't mean then, it don't
mean now. You are taught to act, according to the
spirit, not the letter; and you know what its spirit must
be, or you wouldn't be. No, C. J. London!" said Mrs.
Bull, emphatically. "If there were any candles or
candlesticks in the spirit of your lesson-book, Master
Wiseman would have been my boy, and not you!"
Here, Master C. J. London fell a crying more grie-
vously than before, sobbing, " Oh, Ma! Master Wise-
man with his red legs, your boy! Oh, oh, oh!"
" Will you be quiet," returned Mrs. Bull, " and let
your poor father rest? I am ashamed of you. You
to go and play with a parcel of sentimental girls, and
dandy boys! is that your bringing up?"
" I didn't know they were fond of Master Wiseman,"
protested Master C. J. London, still crying.
" You didn't know, Sir!" retorted Mrs. Bull. " Don't
tell me! Then you ought to have known. Other people
knew. You were told often enough at the time, what it
would come to. You didn't want a ghost, I suppose, to
warn you that when they got to eandlesticka, they'd get
to candles; and that when they got to candies, they'd
get to lighting 'em; and that whea they began to put
their shirts on outside, and to play at monks and friars,
it was as natural that Master Wiseman should be en-
couraged to put on a pair of red stockings, and a red
hat, and to commit I don't know what other Tom-
fooleries and make a perfect Guy Fawks of himself in
more ways than one. Is it because you are a Bull, that
you are not to be roused till they shake scarlet close to
your very eyes?" said Mrs. Bull indignantly.
Master C. J. London still repeating " Oh, oh, oh!" in
a very plaintive manner, screwed his knuckles into his
eyes until there appeared considerable danger of his
screwing his eyes out of his head. But little John (who
though of a spare .figure was a very spirited boy),
started up from the little bench on which he sat; gave
Master C. J. London a heavy pat on the back (accom-
panied, however, with a slight poke in the ribs); and
told him that if Master Wiseman, or Young England, or
any of those fellows, wanted anything from himself, he
(little John) was the boy to give it him. Hereupon,
Mrs. Bull, who was always proud of the child, and al-
ways bad been, since his measure was first taken for an
entirely new suit of clothes to wear in Common, could
not refrain from catching him up on her knee and kiss-
ing him with great affection, while the whole family ex-
pressed their delight in various significant ways.
" You are a noble boy, little. John," said Mrs. Bull,
with a mother's pride, " and 4hat's.the fact,
_after every,
thing is said etch:lobe •• • •

A letter from Constantinople of the 11th, in a
Vienna journal, mentions a report that Kossuth, who
had been sent to Kiutahia, had succeeded in escaping ;
but this requires confirmation. The English Am--
bassador it Constantinople had, the letter says, com-
municated to the Austrian Ambassador a note, re-
presenting that the prolonged detention of the Hun-
garian refugees might lead to much embarrassment.
Letters from Constantinople announce that a courier
had arrived from Aleppo with news to the 25th ult.,
sir days later than the previous accounts. It appears
from them that the number of deaths in the insur-
rection of Aleppo was only eleven, and of wounded
much lees than had been previously stated. The Pasha,
by the advice of the consuls of England, France, Rus-
sia, and Austria, had assembled the sheiks and the
ulemae, and announced that he would accept their con-
ditions, among which were a full and complete
amnesty, the abolition of the recruiting system,
the imposition of taxes on land and houses
alone, not on persons, and the prohibition of
the public exercise of Christian worship, with
the suppression of bells. After publishing
his acceptance of these conditions the Pasha visited
different parts of the town with a small escort, and
was well received. But the Purte was much irritated
at him for making concessions, and it was doubtful
that it would consent to ratify them.
The Osservatore Dalmato quotes letters from Ser-
ralevo of the 29th ult., announcing the simultaneous
insurrection of the districts of Tuzla, Dervent, Gra-
daCaz, and Zwornik (Turkey). The insurgents are
toMmanclted. by the son qk the Pasha of Tuzla ; their
numbers are not stated. Their object is to oppose the
establishment of the new reforms, and the levying of
troops. The same paper gives some interesting de-
tails on the commencement of the insurrection of
Movtar. At the time when the Seraskier Omer Pasha had
taken the direction of Bagnaluca and Priedor without
meeting with opposition, the vizier of Herzgovine
and the Lieutenant of Bosnia, Hafiz Pasha, after-
wards recalled by the Sublime Porte, were still
at Serrajevo, where they concocted the insurrec-
tions of Herzgovine and the Krsina, in order to pre-
vent the seraskier from acting against both provinces at
the same time. Omer Pasha having returned to Serra-
jevo was proceeding to Trawnick, when the insurrec-
tion of Mostar broke out. The seraskier made imme-
diate preparations to put it down, but was prevented
by a new outbreak of Kraina, which had but recently
been pacified. Omer Pasha then changed his plan of
operations, marched upon the fortress of Vranduk,
beat the insurgents, many of whom, in their flight,
were drowned in the Bosnia, and took the fort. After
this exploit he proceeded against Mostar.

STATE OF TRADE.
(From the Manchester Guardian of this day.)
- bik'SCHESTER, TUESDAY.---The warlike tone which
pervadss the speech addressed by the King to the
Prussian Chambers, has deepened the sense enter-
tained by the continental merchants in this place,
of the dangers of the present crisis, and of the
consequent necessity of their standing as free
as possible from commercial engagements. Ac-
cordingly they have kept out of the market more de-
cidedly to-day than they did last week ; it is indeed
literally true that they have done nothing. Under
these circumstances, the yarns in which they deal
may be had at a reduction of i-cl. to ;Id. per lb. from
the rates of a week ago.. This is particularly the
case with water twist; the lower counts of which
alone (No. 12's) are tolerably supported by some
little purchasing for the Mediterranean. Warps
and cops are depressed by the want of demand for
'some consumption, as well as for shipment. There
is, however, a great deal of irregularity amongst
spinners of these various yarns, many of whom show
Tittle disposition to give way, believing that, if the
storm in central Europe blow over, a renewed de-
mand will take place. The spinners of India quali-
ties being well engaged, have made no change in their
quotations. The cloth market is very inactive ; but
the operations for some weeks past having kept down
stocks, the buyers find that, even at this unfavourable
moment, the manufacturers are scarcely to be
moved from their quotations for shirtings, for the
better printing cloths, and for the lighter domestics.
We are informed by an eminent mercantile firm, that
their letters from St. Petersburgh advise them of a
reduction equal to Id. psr lb. having been made in
the duty on cotton twist imported into Russia. As
this anounts, however, to no more tthan one-seventh
part of the duty, its effect will hardly be perceptible.
ROCHDALE, MONDAY.—We have little change to
report in the flannel market from that of last Monday.
The business transacted is of a more limited kind,
which is generally the case at this season of the year.
The wool market has been a litle better, and prices
bave been firmer.
MACCLESFIELD, TUESDAY.—The state of trade here
amongst our manufacturers is still very dull, and the
few la-leg' making are at prices which do not reccune-
rate_,,,tio . producer. The throwsters, as we have re-
ismiek(Sikeportz4 of late, are fairly employed with
.
, , ---leafrat.posen*;, which is certainly an anomaly, con-
‘-' sideringthe ve,ry unsatisfectory prices which are being
~......-,.: realiset fOr thrown silks. In the raw silk market
;.: a large business it doing, especially in Chinas; at full
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pricea.
HUDDLRUIELD, TUESDA.Y.—We have had a little
more doing in our market this week amongst the
~ttripes anot large checks. More buyers have attended

"I don't know about that, Ma;" quoth little John,
whose blocd was evidently up; " but if these chaps and
their backers, the Bulls of Rome"—
Here Mr. Bull, who was only half asleep, kicked out
in such an alarming manner, that for some seconds his
boots gyrated fitfully all over the family hearth, filling
the whole circle with consternation. For, when Mr.
Bull did kick, his kick was tremendous. And he al-
ways kicked, when the Bulls of Rome were mentioned.
Mrs. Bull holding up her finger as an injunction to
the children to keep quiet, sagely observed Mr. Bull
from the opposite side of the fireplace, until he calmly
dozed again, when she recalled the scattered family to
their former positions, and spoke in a low tone.
" Ycu must be very careful," said the worthy lady,
" how you mention that name; for, your poor father
has so many unplea,ant experiences of those Bulls of
Rome—Bless the man! he'll do somebody a mischief."
Mr. Bull, lashing out again more violently than before,
upset the fender, knocked down the fire-irons, kicked
over the brass footman, and, whisking his silk handker-
chief off his head, cbaied the Pussy on the rug clean out
of the room into the passage, and so out of the street-
door into the night; the Pussy having (as was well
known to the children in general), originally strayed
from the Bulls of Rome into Mr. Bull's assembled fa-
mily. After the achievement of this crowning feat, Mr.
Bull came back, and in a highly-excited state performed
a sort of war-dance in his top-boots, all over the parlour.
Finally, he sank into his arm-chair, and covered himself
up again.
Master C. J. London, who was by no means sure that
Mr. Bull in his heat would not come down upon him for
the lateness of his exercise, took refuge behind his slate
and behind little John, who was a perfect game-cock.
But, Mr. Bull having concluded his war-dance with out
injury to any one, the boy crept out, with the rest of
the family, to the knees of Mrs. Bull, who thus ad-
dressed them, taking litte ;John into her lap before she
began:—
" The B.'s of R.," said Mrs. Bull, getting, by this
prudent device, over the obnoxious words, " caused your
poor father a world of trouble before any one of you
were born. They pretended to be related to us, and to
have some influence in our ismily ; but it can't be allowed
for a single moment—nothing will ever induce your
poor father to hear of it; let them disguise or constrain
themselves, now and then, as they will, they are by na-
ture an insolent, audacious, oppressive, intolerable race."
Here little John doubled his fists, and began squaring
at the Bulls of Rome, as he saw those pretenders with
his mind's eye. Master C. J. London, atter some con-
siderable reflection, made a show of squaring likewise.
" In the days of your great, great, great, great, grand.
father," said Mrs. Bull, dropping her voice still lower,
as she glanced at Mr. Bull in his repose, " the Bulls of
Rome were not so utterly hateful to our family as they
are at present. We didn't know them so well, and our
family were very ignorant and low in the world. But
we have gone on advancing in every generation since
then; and now we are taught, by all our family history
and experience, and by the most limited exercise of our
rational faculties, That our knowledge, liberty, progress,
social welfare and happiness, are wholly irreconcieaable
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and that they cannot be endured by your poor father, or
by any wan, woman, or child of common sense, who
has the least connexion with vs."
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Little John, who had gradually left
off s uaring
looked hard at his aunt, Mi
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13-ragh, Mr. Bull's
sister, who was grovelling on the ground, with her head
in the ashes. This unfortunate lady bad been, for a
horrible condition of mind and
body, and presented length of time, in a
a most lamentable spectacle of dis
Mrs. Bull, observing the direction of the child's glance,
ease, dirt, rags, superstition, and degradation,
amoo hcd little John's hair, and directed her next obser-
vations to him.
" Ah! you may well look at the poor thine. 6 John!"
said Mrs. Bull; ..for the Bulls of Rome have had far too
much to do with her present state. There have been

TILE SUN, LONDON, WEDNESDAY

many other causes at work to destroy the strength of her
constitution, but the Bulls of Rome have been at the
bottom of it; and, depend upon it, wherever you see a
condition at all resembling hers, you will find, on in-
quiry, that the sufferer has allowed...herself to be dealt
with by the Bulls of Rome. The cases of squalor and
ignorance, in all the world most like yonr aunt's, are to
be found in their own household; on the steps of their
doors; in the heart of their homes. In Switzerland,
you may cross a line, no broader than a bridge or a
hedge, and know, in an instant, where the Bulls of Rome
have been received, by the condition of the family.
Wherever the Bulls of Rome have the most influence, the
family is sure to be the most abject. Put your trust in
those Bulls, John, and it's in the inevitable order and se-
quence of things, that you must come to be something
like your Aunt, sooner or later."
"I thought the Bulls of Rome had got into difficulties,
and run away, Ma?" said little John, looking up into
his mother's face inquiringly.
" Why, so they did get into difficulties, to be sure,
John," returned Mrs. Bull, "and so they did run away;
but, even the Italians, who had got thoroughly used to
them, found them out, and they were obliged to go and
hide in a cupboard, where they still talked big through
the key-hole, and presented one of the most contemptible
and ridiculous exhibitions that ever were seen on earth.
However, they were taken out of the cupboard by some
friends of theirs—friends, indeed ! who care as much
about them as I do for the sea-serpent; bat who hap-
pened, at the moment, to find it necessary to play at
soldiers, to amuse their fretful children, who did'nt know
what they wanted, and, what was worse, would have it
—and so the Balls got back to Rome. And at Rome
they are anything but safe to stay, as you'll find, my
dear, one of these odd mornings."
" Then, if they are so unsafe, and so found out, Ma,"
said Master C. J. London, "how come they to interfere
with us, now?"
"Oh, C. J. London!" returned Mrs. Bull, "what a
sleepy child you must be. to put such a question! Don't
you know that the more they are found out, and the
weaker they are, the more important it must be to them
to impose upon the ignorant people near them, by pre-
tending to be closely connected with a person so much
looked up to as your poor father?"
" Why, of course!" cried little John to his brother.
" Oh, you stupid 1" ,
" And I am ashamed to have to repeat, C. J. London,"
said Mrs. Bull, " that, but for your friend, Young Eng-
land, and the encouragement you gave to that mewling
little Pussy, when it strayed here—don't say you did'nt,
you naughty boy, for you did !"
" You kilo?, you did!" said little John.

Master C. J. London began to cry again.
" Don't do that," said Mrs. Bull, sharply, " but be a
better boy in future ! I say, lam ashamed to have to
repeat, that, but for that, the Bulls of Rome would
never have had the audacity to call their connexion,
Master Wiseman, your poor father's child, and to
appoint him, with his red hat and stockings, and his
mummery and flummery, to a portion of your father's
estates—though, for the matter of that, there is nothing
to prevent their appointing him to the Moon, except the
difficulty of getting him there And so, your poor
father's affairs have been brought to this crisis: that be
has to deal with an insult which is perfectly absurd, and
yet which he must, for the sake of his family, in all time
to come, decisively and seriously deal with, in order to
detach himself, once and for ever, from these Bulls of
Rome; and show how impotent they are. There's diffi-
culty and vexation, you have helped to bring upon your
father, you had child !"
"Oh, oh, oh!" cried Master C. J. London.
never went to do it. Oh, oh, oh!"
" Hold your tongue!" said Mrs. Bull, " and do a good
exercise! Now that your father has turned
that Pussy out of doors, go on with your exercise
like a man; and let us have no more playing
with any one connected with those Bulls of Rome;
between whom and you there is a great gulf fixed, as
you ought to have known in the beginning. Take
your fingers out of your eyes, Sir, and do your ex-
ercise!"

"Oh,

.
" —Or I'll come and pinch you! " said little John.
" John," said Mrs, Bull," you have him alone. Keep
your eye upon him, and, if you find hisa relapsing, tell
your father."
" Oh, won't I neither!" cried little John.
" Don't be vulgar," said Mrs. Bull. " Now, John, I
can trust you. Whatever you do. I know you won't
wake your father unnecessarily. You are a bold, brave
child, and I highly approve of your erecting yourself
against Master Wiseman and all that bad set. But, be
wary, John; and as you have, and deserve to have, great
influence with:your sather, I am sure you will be care-
ful how you wake him. If he was to make a wild rush.
and begin to dance about, on the Platform in the Hall, I
don't know where he 'd stop.
Little John getting on his legs, began buttoning his
jacket with great firmness and vigour, preparatory to
action. Master C. J. London, with a dejected aspect
and en occasional sob, went on with his exercise.—
Household Words.