The Sun.
London, England, 1845-07-03 00:00:00

FOREIGN LOTTERIES BILL.

This Bill passed through Committee. Report on
Friday.
The House then adjourned, at Two o'clock.

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The Chancellor of the Exchequer arrived in town on
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Hon. Gentleman yesterday, at big official residence, in
Downing-street.

MAGAZINES-CONTINUED.
BENTLEYS MISCELLANY.

The memoir of " Thomas Campbell" contains Rom.,
particulars of his life and writings not without interest,
but we regret to say not a few of which ought never to
have seen the light. It is downright sacrilege to disturb
the ashes of a poet whose fame will endure while the
flag of England " braves the battle and the breeze," and
recount the frailties of his nature, which should have
been buried with him in his tomb. The writer styles
this memoir " A Literary Retrospect, by a Middle-
aged Man." We can, however, find little in it that en-
titles it to a literary character, but a great deal of gossip
about Mrs. Siddons and John Kemble, and Madame
Pasta, and it is singular that the "Middle-aged Man"
has shown the same disposition towards these cele-
brated performers, and selected anecdotes which
really do them no harm, while they prove the
bad taste of the author in relating them. Why, for in-
stance, say of John Kemble, " I am glad that I lived
not sufficiently in his day to hear the little gossiping
stories which were, I doubt not, spread about of his cold-
ness and his avarice, but which are interred with his
bones ?" If they were interred, why touch the grave—
why lay it open to the gaze of the profane vulgar ? And
why find fault with Mrs. Siddons for eating boiled beef
at Sir Walter Scott's, or with Madame Pasta, for de-
vouring oysters after the opera, or with " the expiring
Malibran calling eagerly for porter" ? The middle-
aged gentleman does not say precisely that he found
fault, the blame is laid upon a gentleman of " nice ideas,"
but he father's the imputation, for he adds, " these things
must be endured and forgotten, if possible." Now, it
requires no endurance whatever to see an actress eat
boiled beef or oysters, or drink porter when thirsty.
The middle-aged man ought to study carefully the
School for Scandal The rest of the Number is not
liable to such charges, for on the whole it is interesting,
and in good taste. Mrs. Mathews furnishes a second
character in the series of " Ennobled Actresses," and
gives a very faithful account of the Countess of Derby
(Miss Farren). Her intimate acquaintance with this
celebratod actress enabled her to state the truth, and she
does that with the best possible feelings. Her account of
the attachment of the Earl of Derby to Miss Farren,
and the intimacy which prevailed between them
till they were married, is highly honourable
to both. The intimacy she say's " never in any mind
gave rise to the slightest suspicion of other than Platonic
regard." The following lines which we have not seen be-
fore, and the tone in which the sentimentis expressed, fully
bear out Mrs. Mathews' remarks. They were addressed
by Lord Derby to Miss Farren, on her being one day
absent from church :

" While wond'ring angels, as they look'd from high,
Observed thine absence with an holy sigh,
To them a bright exalted seraph said,—
' Blame not the conduct of th' exalted maid ;
Where'er she goes, her steps can never stray ;
Religion walks, companion of her way.
She goes with every virtuous thought impress'd,
Heaven on her face, and heaven within her breast.' "

We have room for only another extract from the
Miscellany, but it relates to a very different subject, the
retreat from Corunna, and is taken from the " Recollec-
tions of Rifleman Harris" :

" Many trivial things which happened during the retreat
to Corunna, and which on any other occasion might have
entirely passed from my memory, have been as it were
branded into my remembrance, and I recollect the most
trifling incidents which occurred from day to day during that
march. I recollect, amongst other matters, that we were
joined, if I may so term it, by a young recruit, when such an
addition was anything but wished for during the disasters of
the hour. One of the men's wives (who was struggling
forward in the ranks with us, presenting a ghastly picture of
illness, misery, and fatigue), being very large in the family-
way, towards evening stepped from amongst the crowd, and
laid herself down amidst the snow, a little out of the main
road. Her husband remained behind with her ; and I heard
one or two hasty observations amongst our men, that they
had taken possession of their last resting-place. The enemy
were, indeed, not far behind at this time, the night was
coming on, and their chance seemed in truth but a bad one.
To remain behind the column of march in such weather was
to perish, and we accordingly soon forgot all about them.
To my surprise, however, I, some little time afterwards
(being then myself in the rear of our party), again saw her.
She was hurrying with her husband after us, and in her
arms she carried the new-born babe she had just given birth
to. Her husband and herself, between them, managed to
carry that infant to the end of the retreat, where we embarked.
God tempers the wind, it is said, to the shorn lamb ; and
many years afterwards I saw that boy a strong and healthy
lad. The woman's name was M'Guire, a sturdy and hardy
Irishwoman ; and lucky was it for herself and babe that
she was so, as that night of cold and sleet was in itself suffi-
cient to try the constitution of most females. I lost sight
of her, I recollect, on this night, when the darkness came
upon as ; but with the dawn, to my surprise, she was still
amongst us."

DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE.
No. CLI. July, 1845.

This Number is of more than average merit.
" M'Culloch ort Taxation" is a candid and intelligent
review of that economist's " Treatise on the Principles
and Practical Influence of Taxation, and the Funding
System," one of the principal purposes of which is to im-
peach four of the most celebrated maxims propounded
by Adam Smith, on the theory of taxation. The re-
viewer partially agrees with the commentator ; but we
concur with him in his general adhesion to the principles
of Adam Smith. " Lethe, and other Poems." This paper
impresses us with a very favourable notion of the powers
of its fair authoress, Miss Woodroofe. The extracts from
" Irene" are very fine. The following specimen will
verify this praise :
" 0 gracious Empress, spare him !
Yea, spare him yet awhile, a little while !
Mercy ! oh, mercy ! Do not cut him off
In the fair springtime of his blooming youth,
When all his path is strewed around with roses !
His blood not yet is frozen in the veins—
Not yet the buoyant spirit of his youth
Is to the sternness of old age congealed.
Spare him ! and heaven shall shower its blessings down
Upon your head profuse. Slay him ! and sure
All heaven's fierce curses shall be poured upon you.
Save—save his life—and God requite the deed !
By the soft ties of filial love, and by
The silver link of motherhood; by that love
Which blessed imperial Leo while alive;
And by those hallowed tears which mourned him dead ;
Pronounce the pardoning word to Constantine !"

The " Narrative of a Trial for Witchcraft," " from
some family papers," is a very clever and effective
sketch; too good to be abridged, and, though short, too
long for quotation in our limited space. The date of
the story is 1679, and the scene is laid in one of those
rural districts of England, which even at so late a period
as this, was polluted by the sanguinary excesses of
judicial bigotry and popular superstition, that have
attached perpetual infamy to the associations of our
law courts with the prosecutions of those wretched
victims whom they gravely called " witches," even on
the record as well as in the staute-book. " Anthologia
Germanica, No. XX."—a happy selection from the poems
of Karl Simrock, being " The Knight of the Swan," a
romance—" The Fisherman," " Love and Blindness,"
&c. " The Life of Lord Hill" is an agreeable precis
of the Rev. Mr. Sidney's work lately published by
Murray ; a work which will, if possible, increase
the respect, the affection, that every Englishman who
will make himself acquainted with the career of the late
Commander-in-Chief must feel for the honest, manly,
and unaffected character of that brave and generous
Englishman. In "Ireland, her Evils and (their) Reme-
dies," we have a sort of running review of various tracts
recently published on the repeal agitation, the payment
of the Roman Catholic clergy, &c. No. 111. of the "Ita-
lian poets" presents us with a second paper on the life
and genius of the illustrious and ardent author of the
" Gierusalemme Liberata." It is a beautiful memoir,
written in a spirit of kindred poetry, and an offering
meet for the altar of the Torquato, whose death with-
drew him, as it were, on the very eve of the ceremo-
nial of his laurelled coronation. " The Conquest
of Sinde" is a spirited account of the stirring
events which led to that signal result, in the shape
of a critical notice of Major-General W. Napier's
memoir of the campaign so signalised by the victories of
his gallant and illustrious relative. The concluding ar-
ticle, " How should Irish Protestants meet their present
dangers ?" is, of course, a controversial one. It con-
cludes by an earnest recommendation of " a union of
the Protestant democracy." The " Parting," and the
" Lament," by Florence, are but so-so affairs ; and " a
Stranger Minstrel" has not added one poor sprig of bays
(as Churchill calls it) to the chaplet that already encir-
cles the fame of one of the most vigorous of our mo-
dern poets.

DOUGLAS JERROLD'S SHILLING
MAGAZINE.

The present number is the commencement of the
second volume of the Magazine, and we are rejoiced to
find the editor acknowledging " the success that has firmly
established the Shilling Magazine as a public ()Tan.'
We rejoice at this, because it shows that notwith-
standing the oceans of " Balaam" with which the
reading world has of late been inundated, there is still
extant among us a good sound taste, which can appre-
ciate and reward vigorous, nervous, and manly writing
such as constitutes the staple of Douglas Jerrold's Shilling
Magazine. We have two new chapters of "St. Giles
and St. James." Poor St. Giles is aroused from his
sleep in the barn of the Lamb and Star, and arrested
on a charge of having murdered and robbed St. James.
Some smugglers have had their attention attracted
by booing a saddled horse grazing by the road-side,
and on proceeding a short distance they find St. James
lying in the road, senseless, and bleeding from a terrific
wound in the skull. On examining him they find that
he still breathes, and, as one of them phrases it, that he
has been altogether robbed and well-nigh murdered.
They carry him to Dovesnest, the residence of Mr. Eben-
ezer Snipeton, the husband of the lovely Clarissa, and
in spite of the opposition of Dorothy Vale, the servant,
leave him there. Snipeton is from home, Clarissa enters
the room, sees St. James, who has just recovered his
consciousness, and the lovers (fur they are lovers) recog-
nise each other. Snipeton is an old usurer to whom poor
Clarissa has been sacrificed :

" It was here, at Dovesnest, that the thrifty money-seller
kept his young wife close—far away, and safe, as he thought,
from the bold compliments, the reckless gallantry of the
rich young men who, in their frequent time of need, paid
visits to the friend who, the security certain as the hour,
never failed to assist them. Mr. Snipeton was not, in the
ordinary matters of life, a man who underrated his own ad-
vantages, moral and physical. Sooth to say, he was, at
times, not unapt to set what detraction might have thought
an Interested value on them. And yet, what a touchstone
for true humility in man, is woman ! Ebenezer Snipeton,
in all worldly dealings, held himself a match for any of the
money-coining sons of Adam. He could lance with a guinea
—and sure we are guinea-fencing is a far more delicate art ;
is an exercise demanding a finer touch, a readier sleight,
than the mere twisting of steel foils :—he could fence, nay,
with even the smallest current coin of the realm, and—no
matter who stood against him—come off conqueror. Gold,'
say FAelley, is the old man's sword.' And most wickedly
at times, wilt hoary.-hearded men, with blood as cold and thin
as water in their veins, hack and 41141:i with it l They know
—the grim, palsied warriors ! how the weapon will cut
heart-strings ; they know what wounds it will inflict but
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