The Sun.
London, England, 1845-05-01 00:00:00

tions will be the first to exclaim, ' If you wish to ruin a
village population ; if you desire rapidly to introduce
among them demoralization and insubordination; if your
aim be to brutalize them—t.‘ make them bad fathers and
b husbands—insolent to their employers and disaffected
to their superiors—worthless and desperate—rersuade
some landed proprietor to come amongst them who is a
stickler for the game-laws, and resolved at all risks to
have his covers strictly preserved.' In point of fact,
game preservers inflict infinite damage on a community.
They are, in many points of view, obnoxious to its wel-
fare. Farmers incur heavy loss by the depredations of
game. Labourers suffer injury by the want of employ.
ment, since it is a will established and notorious fact
that in any district where there is much game, it is an
utter impossibility to have good farming. The commu-
nity, as a body, is injured ; first, by the destruction of
food which game occasions ; and next by the facilities
and temptations to crime which game affords. An agri-
cultural labourer earns Pa. a week. A single night's
poaching will bring him 20s. Is is wonderful that gaols
require new wings, and that the croweed state of our pri-
sons calls fur a winter assize ? The cause of this per-
petual increase of misery and crime—where is it to be
found ? In the laws enacted and maintained for the
amusement of the country gentry. The last are the
parties who convert their fellow-creatures into crimi-
nals. The disappointed poacher is, by rapid and easy
progress, converted into a robber. Precluded by vigi-
lance of keepers, or by an unexpected augmentation of
watchers from taking game, the agricultural labourer
will enter his master's fold, and take a sheep ; or he
will stealthily climb into his master's bare, and take his
oorn. A poacher's calling and habits have depraved
him. He has lost all sense of right and wrong. But
who has caused this sad and wondrous change in his
character ? Let the game preserver supply the answer."
" Mr. Yellowly's Doings," from the pen of
Charles Whitehead, is a not very uncommon tale of
the seasonable assistance of an Indian uncle. " Out-
pourings" consists of some lively recollections of the
actors of by-gone days, and, among others, of many
anecdotes of Charles Mathews. We have also an-
other account of George Brummell, that never-
ending source of amusement. It is strange, while so
many worthy men die and are forgotten, the memoirs
of this celebrated "Beau" are brought forward again
and again, and never seem to weary. We subjoin
an account of his melancholy downfal

" At last, however, the hour in which a man is as no-
thing to any one else,—the hour of misfortune, arrived.
His ruin was consummated ; he knew it : with dandy
apathy he had calculated, watch in hand, the time that
he ought to remain on the field of battle, the theatre of
the most wonderful social success that a man of the
world ever had, and he deterinined to show no humilia-
tion at the close of his career. On the 6th of May, 181 G,
after dining on a fowl from Waiter's, and drinking a
bottle of Bordeaux, Brummell wrote hastily and hope-
lessly the following note to his friend, Scrope Davies :
My dear Scrope—Lend me 200/. The banks are
shut, and all my money is in the Three per Cents. It
shall be repaid to-morrow morning.—Yours,
GEORGE BRUMMELL.'

" The reply was Spartan in brevity and friendship :
It is very unfortunate, but all my money is in the
Three per Cents.—Yours, SCROPE DAVIES.'
" Brumtnell was too much 01 a dandy to be hurt at
this answer, and, as Captain Jesse sensiitly remarks, he
was not a man to moralise upon it. There was a cruel
dryness in Scrope's answer ; but it was not vulgar ; be-
tween dandy and dandy their honour was safe. Bruin-
mell perused the note, and dressed stoically for the
opera. He was as a phmsix is on the pile—unlike in
this, that he knew he should never rise from his ashes.
To see him, who would have known him for a doomed
man ? That night he sas at Dover, and the next in
France."

We must not omit an account of "the discovery
of the Oregon territory," not written in any political
view, but tending to prove, beyond a doubt, that the
prior discovery of that disputed country is due to
" our countrieman, Sir Francis Drake."