The Sun.
London, England, 1826-12-15 00:00:00

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When Mr. John Kemble fought Mr. Aikman, it was
singular that they had only one second between them, and
which was Mr. Bannister, sen. In the duel in which
Lord Camelford was killed by Mr. Best, this latter gentle-
man, and both the seconds, ran off upon the approach of a
stranger, ienving Lord Camelford on his back, in a field
which was' overflowed to the depth of several inches by
water and yet Lord Camelford, wben he was dying, de-
dared that all parties had behaved " like men of honour."
In 1608, a Major Campbell, of the 21st Foot, a brother of
the Eat i of Breadslbane, was executed for thimurder of Capt.
Boyd, of the same regiment. It was hoped that this exe-
cution would putin end to duelling in Ireland—the parties
had dined together at the mess table, and, upon a very
trifling dispute, had adjourned into a dark room : they
stood in the corners of the room diagonally, the distance
being only seven yards, and fired—Captain Boyd was hit
in the abdomen ; whilst he-was dying, Major Campbell
was extremely anxious to obtain an acknowledgment that
all had been fair, but the only thing that the dying man
wottid say, was Campbell, you have hurried me, you are
a bad man."—Cainphell then uttered in great anxiety,
" Good God, did not you say you were ready ?"—Cap-
tain Boyd replied feebly, a Yes :" but in a moment after,
uttered, "01 Campbell, you know I wanted you
to wait and have friends—Campbell, you are a bad
tnan." The Jury had recommended the prisoner to mercy,
and his wife had travelled to London, with a petition to
the King. She arrived at Windsor at eight o'clock in the
evening, when the King had retired to rest; but the Queen
took the petition in to him, and the Princesses showed the,
unhappy lady every attention. However, while she was
kept in London in delusive hopes, she at last learned that
her husband " had suffered the sentence of the law." The
Thraseology of the Irish on this subject is most ridiculous.
hus,' when Mr. O'Connell had shot Mr. D'Esterre,'the
Preeman's Journal of 2d of Feb. 1815, commences an ac-
countof the meeting, by stating, that " a difference was ad-
justed yesterday, at Bishop's Court,County of Kildare," &c.
We recollect when that Dort Whiskenuido fellow, ydep-
ped Baron Geramb, walked and drove about London, to
the surprise of the natives, his courage being suspected,
in order to prove his terrific valour, he made affidavit upon
all the Saints of the Calendar, that he had formerly chal-
lenged a terrible German, to lght him muzzle to muzzle,
on the brink of the crater of Mount Vesuvius. This made
Captain O'Shatinnessy declare the Baron to he as fine a
tratur as any in Galway. One of the most disgraceful
duels ever fought was that between two Irish gentleman,
Captain Stapleton and Mr. Grainger, at the Blue Posts
• Inn, at Portsmouth. The parties had quarrelled in the
collier brig in which they had arrived from Ireland, and a
challenge had been'given to fight next day on shore; but
such challenges had been so frequently given between the
parties and neglected, that Mr. G. thought nothing more of
it. At seven o'clock, the next morning, however, Mr. G. was
awakened by a bony knuckle knocking at his chamber-
door. " Oh, by my conscience, and who is it that would
he disturbing an Irish jontleman ?" cried Mr. G. "
my honey, its my own dear self that would just be a'rter
spiking a word with you." " And who are you, my
jewel ?" " Och, and sure enough, and would not you be
knowing who your own dear friend is, Captain Stapleton,
that would be just settling a bit of difference bet Ween you
like a jontleman, in an honourable way. I have got a
brace, of nice prattler's, and a basket of powder and shot,
and here's Ben, the mate of the brig, will be seconds to
'both of us; so conic, my dear honey, 'and make no more
bodder about it, for by St. Patrick, one of shall never ate
another plater, as long as he lives, as sure as ould Ireland
is our own dear Island." " Och, my kind friend, my jewel,
I'll be with you in an instant, and have a little davarsion
this could Morning before breakfast, and not a mother's
son of us shall ever see ould Ireland again till he's kilt."
So saying, out rushed the gaunt, will figure of. Mr. Grain-
ger, in his shirt and red slippers, with his hair dishevelled,
and his eyes half-opened. They hurried into the passage
of the inn, the mate Ben stood by with the basket of balk
and powder, but at the first fire Mi. Grainger was killed.
The peopleof the inn and the passengers from the street
came running to the. sot, Captain Stapleton was secured,
and tried at the Winchester Assizes, and to the honour of
an English Jury, was acquitted of murder. Thus ended
this affair of honour.—Glasgow Free Press.

POOR IN IRELAND.—Mr. James Grattan has
given notice of certain resolutions which he mealis to move on
the subject of the Poor of Ireland. Without mitering by any
means into the question of the principle of the Poore' Rate,
them can be no doubt of the necessity of looking speedily and
steadily to the condition of the Irish poor—frightful beyond pa-
rallel, as it is, and pregnant with the most awful consequences.
The subject could not be in better or honester hands—and what-
ever the opinions may be, as to the abstract principle—however
men may, differ as to a legal provision for the Poor—there can he
no difference of opinion as to the necessity of a thorough and com-
plete iuquiry.—Dublin Evening Post.
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The malicious curiosity of the world is quite abo-
Minable ! There is the most ill-natured story going
.about tbat
can be conceived, about a well-known literary character ; and all
the result of that detestable prying disposition, which makes idle
people so fond of finding out" every thing that does nut concern
them. It seems the party in question—whose name I will ant
mention—has lately taken a houSe a little way out of town, with a
*1 carriage-sweep," great gates, &c. in front of the dwelling ;
something perhaps upon the pompous order—like a shrimp going
to live in the shell of a lobster—rather too imperial for his alive.-
t'ent estate and means—but extremely respectable. However,
this, one would have thought, was nothing to any body. And
the new proprietor kept the mansion up very carefully ; and every
thing appeared *bout the place as it had been used to do, and as
if the accustomed competent establishment were still maintained
in it. But at last, sonic meddling overlooking coxcomb took it
into his head to perceive that the marks of wheels upon Mr. —e-'s
gravel drive were distinctly visible every morning, though he
kept no carriage himself, nor any ever—that was seen—came to
visit him. And, being determined to fathom that, and-
all other
mysteries, the villain—who had perhaps some suspicion—got up
one morning at five o'clock—and actually saw the proprietor in
person, running a wheelbarrow twice round the coach circle, to
produce the desired,effect !—Monthly and European Magazine
for December.
AFFECTING Cr mcirsisrAscE.—The following in-
cident, which occurred in the month of October last, would have
been narrated at the time, hal the facts been communicated to us
throng!' an authentic' channel. ddhe Iliggens, farrn-servant,
Ainibagliesh, parish of Glenluce, has a little daughter, three years
old, which, having followed a cart to the potatoe field, was allow-
ed to play about till the evening, which was then very near at
hand. The child amused itself by plucking wild-flowers, which
were rife enough in the month of October, and allured, perhaps,
by the sight of a few tufts of unfaded heather, strolled unnoticed
to ccontiguous moor of at least 1,000 acres inextent When the
labourers were about to quit the field, the girl was called and looked
for in vain, and though the shades of night were closing in on all
sides, a diligent search rues immediately inatituted, in which all
the neighbours joined.. At a late hour the afflicted relatives were
constrained by their friends to return home, and passed a most
anxious and sleepless night. Early next morning the search was
renewerd and continued for two successive days, het still with little
hope of success. The child disappeared on a Wednesday evening,
and it was not until ten o'clock on the Saturday following, that
she was discovered by her grandfather, lying on her face, among
A small heap of stones. The air, during the first night, was 'cold
and frosty; on the second, it rained without intermission, and on
the third, the wind bleiV keenly from the east ; and during the
whole of that long period, the little sufferer had remained alone in
the open wild, without food ur shelter of any kind. Her grand.
father was in the knowledge of all these circumstances, and when
he lifted his little favourite in his army, he expected to find her a
stiffened corpse. The reader may judge then of his feelings when
she opened her mild blue eyes, smiled in his fan., and in accents
scarcely artieulate,enquired "where's my faitherand uncle Sandy?"
So tender an appeal made under such circumstances was too much
for the veteran's fortitude, and we Cannot better describe the
scene than by quoting his own words, " I tried to thank my Maker
aloud, but words I bad Mlle; my hair, I am sure, stood on end,
and my heart was eini grit at the same time, that teat mysel' down
wi' Nanny in my arms, and cried, and bitter cried, till the wee
thing asked what ailed me, and I was brought to mysel' by think-
ing that i had turned the greatest bairn o' the twit." But Nanny
with proper nursing recovered, and still lives a comfort to her
parents, and a singular proof of the power and goodness of that
superintending Provident* which tempers the wind to the shorn
emir Ira Couriel .