The Sun.
London, England, 1845-12-15 00:00:00

DENBIGHSHIRE LINES.

1. Birkenhead, Chester, Mold, Rhuabon, and Vale of Llan-
gollen
2. Birkenhead and Holyhead Junction and Mold Extension
3. Chester and Holyhead (branches)
4. London and liclrhead Direct
5. Manchester and Birmingham Continuation and Welsh
Junction
6. North Wales Railway and Ormshead Harbour
7. North Wales Mineral (with branches)
8. Shrewsbury, Oswestry, and Chester Junction
9. Trent Valley Continuation and Grand Junction
.0. Wrexham, Nantwich, and Crewe Junction.

AIONTGOIIERYSHIRE LINES.
1. Great North and South Wales and Worcester (with branch
to Newtown)
2. Gloucester, Aberystwith, and Central Wales
3. Manchester and Birmingham Continuation and Welsh
Junction
4. Radnorshire, Aberystwith, and Welsh Midland Junction
5. Shropshire Union and Canal
6. Worcester and Porthdynllaen.
CARNARVONSHIRE LINES.
1. Chester and Holyhead (Extension to Mold, &c.)
2. Great Ormshead Harbour and Railway
3. London and Dublin Direct
4. London and Holyhead Direct
5. North Wales (Bangor and Porthdynllaen Deviations)
6. Port Madoc Harbour
7. Porthdynllaen Harbour
8. Worcester and Porthdynllaen (Great Western).

ANGLESEY.

Docks at Holyhead.

THE COMING CHRISTMAS.

Coming events cast their shadows before. You will '
say, perhaps, that the sun, like other great folks, rarely
comes to town at this time of the year, and his absence
makes us all as shadowless as Peter Schlemit ; but the
coming event of Christmas casts a most portentous
shadow before, at Barry's temple of nick-nacks at the
Egyptian-hall, where the pleasantest half-hour possible
may be passed in inspecting all his recent importations
from Paris. In going in, mind that you do not, inad-
vertently, that which Louis XI. could not accomplish,
—knock down Charles the Bold ; look at Jean Sans
Pour, and him of Santillane, and other bronze
statuettes, so admirably executed that you cannot
suppress a secret desire that some one may
send one or two of them as Christmas cadeaux ;
and those charming little cassettes, half-desk half-dress-
ing-case, in which, like Pandora's box, something good
is always to be found at the bottom ; and then those
millions of petits reins, all so ornamented that it is abso-
lutely necessary that the airy nothings should have a
local habitation on your drawing-room table ; and those
embossed pocket-books, and calondriers of all sorts,
shapes, and bound sizes, in either velvet or morocco, for
ladies of business habits, for since Lady Aylesbury has
set the fashion, hundreds of ladies are now given to
raillery." But, " basta cosi," let us cross Piccadilly, and
stroll up Bond-street ; what a blaze of triumph, as the
poet Bunn would say, attracts the eye in Doudney's
shop; whatgrotesque waistcoats, what excruciating coats,
what varied devices to make the human farm divine
appear symmetrical. What an odd idea it was
for a tailor to settle in the wilhome Alexandrian
Museum. Look in, and you will see Doudney over-
whelmed with business, and like Shakspeare's smith,
with shears and measures in his hand. What admirable
workmanship is displayed in those registered cloaks
lying en the counter, and which the Cowl Circular
lately announced as having had the honour of gaining
her Majesty's approbation. Beware, oye dress and
mantua-makers, Dondney is galling your kibe, for he
has already been sporting on your domains, and his
well-lined carriage cloak is already on the shoulders of
many a dame who formerly shivered under your fairy-
like kfab,ics. And then there is another of these
schneider, named Becker, in the Rue Neuve des Petits
Champs, 15, who is also making energetic efforts
to eclipse his rivals in the French capital ;
those who delight in a combination of elegance
and comfort i❑ their attire, makes a point of enlisting
the services of the skilful workman. A Frenchman is
in his fashions as Sir Robert Peel is in his politics—to
one thing constant never ; it would be, therefore, hope
less to enumerate the novelties at Becker's, but they are
all to be commended for the good taste which he inva-
riably displays. And in that same city of Paris, in the
Rue d'Alger, 13, there dwells a watchmaker, Capt, who
has :assuredly the art, ad capt-andum vulgus, for every
one speaks in the highest possible terms of his clocks
and watches. He has attained the most unerring accu-
racy in chronometers, as several French naval captains
have testified. His flat watches also perform their func-
tions with inconceivable precision ; and he will sell you
a watch no thicker than a five-franc piece, which aill
keep time as well as the renowned horloge in the Bourse.
The evening papers have of late been extolling the sys-
tem of book-keeping promulgated by Mr. Foster, whose
establishment adjoins the entrance to King's College.
Mr. Foster is known to the mercantile world as the
author of an invaluable code of instructions for mer-
chants' clerks, and others, who sit over the bulky ledger.
His fame as a penman is, we believe, unrivalled ; and,
it is said he is remarkably successful in imparting his
art to his pupils. Many people think it fine to write
badly, because Byron, Canning, and Voltaire wrote a
bad hand. Even Hamlet says

" I once did hold it, as our statists do,
A baseness to write fair ;"
but he afterwards found that his skill in writing did him
yeoman's service.—Post.