The Sun.
London, England, 1821-12-19 00:00:00

MISCELLANEOUS.

Ttiie THEATRE.--Secrets Worth Knowing is
One of those productions of the modern Stage
which hold a place between legitimate comedy
and broad farce. It is therefore better calculated
for the vast area of our Patent Theatres than intri-
cate plot and sterling dialogue, and consequently
more likely to divert an audience in which judi-
cious critics by no means predominate. This
Comedy was brought forward last night at Drury
Lane Theatre, and the characters were so well
cast, and altogether so well supported, that the
whole went off with spirited effect. Er.msTos's
Rostrum was all life and humour. MUNDEN'S
April was not less div-ertii►g. ITAaLcy and
KNIGHT, in Plethora and Nicholas, fully equalled
the original performers ; and Madame V ESTRIS
and Ilrs. EDWIN, in Rose and SattN, powerfully
contributed to the gratification of the audience,
and all received repeated and well-merited ap-
probation.

LORD BYRON AND lIIS NEW TRAGEDIES.

Three Tragedies have just issued from the
prolific Muse of this Nobleman, and they abound
With those beauties of style and that vigour of
sentiment which characterize his works in gene-
ral. We cannot presume on a hasty view to
form any precise judgment of the whole, but we
may say of SARDANA,PALUS, the first of these
works, that it bears the spirit of true poetry,
and that the characters are well drawn and dis-
criminated. The character of Sardanapalas, in
particular, keeping to the general portrait as
given by History, spreads a veil of philosophy,
tenderness, and generosity over him, that softens.
his errors and renders him highly interesting.
His disposition is well contrasted with that of
Salamenes, and all the other parts of the Dra-
matis Personw are drawn with critical judgment,
and are nicely discriminated. The fable is in-
teresting, and is well conducted. The catas-
trophe is awfully impressive, such as it is related
by history, and such as is suitable to the end of
moral poetry. We can confidently recommend
this Tragedy to the attention of all persons of
taste, but shall reserve what we have to say o❑
the other two Mamas, viz. THE Two FoscAnt
and CAIN, till we have had an opportunity of
Perusing them at leisure.

TUC PACTS OF EGYPT.-The Constitutionnel
states, that MOTIAMF.T Au, the present Pacha or
Viceroy of Egypt, is a native of Martinique, and
brother to A line, afterwards the Sultana Va-
tide, the mother of Mahmoud, the present Grand
Signior. He was born in that colony in or about
1763 or 1764, where his father was a field-officer
of militia. He and his sister embarked on board
a merchant vessel for Marseilles, the latter to be
Placed at Saint Cyr, and the former on an ap-
pointment to be Sub-Lieutenant in the regiment
tie Bouillon. On their passage the vessel was
taken by a pirate, and carried into Algiers.—
The young lady, who was very beautiful (and
to whom, it is said, an old negress had
predicted that she would become a Princess)
was presented to the then Grand Seignior, Abdul
flamed, and soon afterwards became his favourite
Sultana. Her brother, in the mean time, obtain-
ed permission to serve under the orders of an
Algerine Captain. At the desire of the Sultana,
bor brother, now called Mohamet, was sent for
to Constantinople, and placed in the College in
the Seraglio. She was delivered of Mahmoud in
1781, whom Mohamet was afterwards chiefly in-
strumental, at the head of 2,000 Albanians, in
placing upon the throne. Mohamet was soon
afterwards appointed, by his nephew, the Grand
Seignior, Pacha or Viceroy of Egypt. His sister,
the Sultana Valide, died in 1817.

We understand the passports made out for
France in the present year do not amount to one-
half of those granted last year. The fear that
the Spanish fever might cross the Pyrennees has
prevented the usual flow of valetudinarians from
visiting the South of France.
Yesterday morning, soon after three o'clock,
there was a tremendous gale at S.S.W. accom-
Panied with hail and torrents of rain. The gale
abated in one dreadful explosion about four
o'clock.

Castle,
accounts received yesterday from Eastnor
Castle, it appears that all the surrounding coun-
try is under water. Egress and regress was only
to be accomplished by the use of boats. The
Castle is full of visitors.
A. meeting has been lately held at Swansea,
when a resolution was entered into to offer a re-
ward of 10001. to any person who,, in the most
satisfactory -manner, shall destroy the pestilential
vapour which arises in the process of smelting
Copper, and effectuate the greatest reduction of
the bituminous smoke.

CHURCH Srvrs.—Friday the unlet seats in the
different parish churches in Edinburgh, came en
to be disposed of; when the Committee found
that in St. George's Church there were 'only two
seats unlet, and for which they had 1,9.00 ap-
plications! •
A man was detected at Leicester Fair at what
is termed chaffing a horse; on being taken into
a room at the Spread Eagle, he made an attempt
to burn some forged Bank. of England notes, but
did not succeed. During the time the constable
Was searching him, he tried to swallow them, and
vas prevented from so doing by being seized by
the throat, which obliged bins to regorge them.—
(Coventry Mercury.)
Two or three years ago, a Gentleman from
the neighbourhood of Leeds lost a valuable gold
Watch, and its appendages, when shooting on the
Moors : this year it was found, 'little worse froth
is long exposure to the caprice of the seasons.
KILMAINZIAM QUARTER ,SESIONS, DEC. 11.—
William Atkinson, who was indicted for entering
the window of Mr. Woodburne, in Portobello,
with intent to steal, pleaded guilty. On the
Chairman (Mr. TORRENS) being about to pass
sentence, the prisoner addressed him as follows :
My Lord, you. may as well transport me—
I will never do any good in this country. I have
no employment, and if I get out, I will be soon
here again."—Transported for seven years.

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PasnIONAIME ARRIVALS.--Sir Alexander Johnstone, Bart
in Cumberland-place ; Mr. Boehm, in Manchester-square;
Hon. Miss Crewe, in Park-street ; the Hon. Nlrs. Stuart, the
Lady of the Primate of Ireland, in Hill-street, Berkeley-square,
Colonel and Mrs. Stanley, in Grosvenor-place ; Lord Sydney,
in Grosvenor-square ; the Duke of Leinster from Ireland ; the
Earl of Clanricarde, at Long's Hotel, from Ireland ; the Hon.
George Brown, at ditto, from Dublin ; Viscount Deerhurst, at
Coventry House, Piccadilly, from Severn Bank, Worcester;
Pascoe Grenfell, Esq. M.P. in Charles-street, St. James's-
square, from Berks ; Earl of Wiltshire, at the Royal Hotel,
from Brighton ; Admiral Sir Wm. Hotham, at ditto, from
Bath ; Colonel Scott, at ditto, from Surrey, Sir James Hope,
Bart. at ditto, from Norrthamptonshire ; Colonel Cotton, at
Hatchett's Hotel, from Bath ; the 3larquis of Douglas and
Rev. Dr. Nugent, at the Claremont Hotel, from the Isle of
"Wight ; !Countess of 'Willoughby and Miss Fitzroy, from
Warwickshire.

DE PART U RES.-Sir Charles Paget, Bart. for Fair Oak Hall,
near Petersfield ; Earl of Essex, for Cashiobury Park ; Colonel
and Mrs. Parker, for Brighton ; Sir Geo. Wombwell, from
Harley-street, on a tour; Colonel Scott, from the Royal Hotel,
for Surrey ; Countessde Grey, for Putney Heath, Surrey ; C.
Taylor, Esq. M.P., from the Clarendon Hotel, on a tour; R.
B. Osborne, Esq. and C. Forbes, and Captain Forrest, from
the Claremont Hotel, for France.

PRINCE LEOPOLD'S Burnt DAY.—:Sunday being Prince
LEOPOLD'S birth day, when his Royal Highness completed
his 31st year, the Duchess of KENT gave a dinner-party
at her residence at the King's Palace, Kensington. The
Duke and Duchess of Clarence came from Bushy Park to
be present upon the occasion. Sir Robert and Lady Gardiner,
Captain Conroy, &c. were of the party.—Monday an entertain-
ment to all the domestics of his Royal Highness and their
friends was given at Claremont. The mansion there has under-
gone a thorough repair, which will exceed the original estimate
by several thousand pounds, owing to the dry rot having been
discovered to have got into the building. The decorations of
the interior remain to be done when his Royal Highness re-
turns to England. The celebration of the day was observed in
the evening in London, by his Royal Highness's tradesmen
illuminating their houses.
JUVENILE CONCEPT.—We were mistaken, we find, in
saying that this extraordinary proof of early talents aad know-
ledge, which took place last Thursday at the ARGYLE ROOMS,
was for " the bat,fit of Mrs. Wir.trams." The fact is, that
the Concert was given by Mrs. WILLIAMS to her numerous
friends and the Patrons of her respectable Establishment, a
treat with which she liberally affords them an annual enjoyment.
The Duke of Gloucester is expected at his house in Park-
lane, this day.
The Earl of Bathurst arrived at his house in Great Stanhope-
street, yesterday.
Lord GWYD YR gave a grand entertainment yesterday to his
Royal Highness the Commander-in-Chief and his Staff, at his
residence on the Terrace, in Piccadilly.
Sir Benjamin Bloomfield left Carlton Palace on Monday for
the Stud House, at Hampton Court, where he entertains a party
this week.

Earl Manvers is living in truly English style, at Thoresby,
Notts.

Sir J. Copley, the Solicitor-General, entertained a large party
yesterday, in George-street.
The Earl and Countess of Coventry and family are expected
in town the first week of next month, from their seat, Crome,
Worcestershire.

The Marquis of Lansdown still keeps up the festive scene, at
Bow Wood.

Mortimer Drummond, Esq. and Lady Drummond, gave an
elegant dinner yesterday, in Grosvenor-place.
The Bishop of Gloucester is now entertaining a select party
of friends in the Episcopal Palace of the Diocese.
The bell-ringers of the several churches in this city having
obtained information of the intended nuptials of our worthy re-
presentative, Sir Henry Hardinge, on Monday last, were all at
their posts early in the morning of that day; and some of them,
in their eagerness to do honour to the event, actually rung the
bells, on account of the marriage, twelve hours before the cere-
mony was performod ! The bells of St. Nicholas alone, we be-
lieve, reserved their congratulatory peal till the evening, and they
made known to the happy couple, as they passed through the
Market-place on their way to Biddick flail, about 11 o'clock,
that the inhabitants of Durham participated in their joy.—
(Durham Advertiser, Dec. 15.)
. _ . .

Tuesday the 11th inst. being the anniversary of the birth of
John Fleming, the son and heir of Vice Admiral the Honour-
able Charles Fleming, of Biggar and Cumbernauld, the tenants
of the estate of Cumbernauld, including those of the Right
Hon. Lord Elphinstone, were invited to meet at Cumbernauld
Inn, in honour of the occasion; when, after partaking of an
excellent dinner, they spent the evening with the utmost hilarity,
and enjoyment, expressing their feelings by a variety of appro-
priate toasts, which evinced their profound respect and attach-
ment to their illustrious landlord, and their deep interest in a
family not more eminent for rank than for their generous con-
descension towards their dependents, and their spirit of en-
terprize and exertions for the internal improvement of the
country. At the same time, and in the Wigton Arms Inn, at
Biggar, the tenantry of that estate were entertained, and en-
joyed themselves in a similar manner, and after an evening
very happily spent, each vying with his neighbour in the ex-
pression of their regard and veneration to the house of Fleming—
a name endeared to them by many associations, they separated
at an early hour, in the greatest good humour and decorum.

SIR GEORGE SITWELL'S HOUNDS.—This excellent pack
had on Thursday last a day's sport, which might fairly rank
among the crack runs of any fox hounds.—They met at Bar-
low woods to try for a fox. They had not been long in the
cover' before they found, when, after pressing him for a few
minutes, he broke cover, but being immediately headed back,
he run the length of the wood, and endeavoured to go away at
the south end of it ; but being again headed, he run nearly the
whole of the circuit of this large cover, and at last succeed-
ed in getting away at the extremity of theiwoods next to Un-
ston, crossing the turnpike-road by Unston mill, taking a line
through Stubbing wood, and over Bromley moor, directly for
Ecklington park, in which he did not stop for a moment, but
leaving Renishaw to the right, crossed by the end of Mosbro'
town, and pointed for the cover near Aughton, but turn-
ing suddenly to the left, he went down to Beighton Town.
end, then up to the Hanging Lee Wood, which he merely
skirted, not daring to ent r ; the pack being her close at
his brush, " he panted tier purer air," and bore away in a
straight line over Burley Moor to Handsworth, turned down
through the wood at the back of Woodthorpe, finning within
a few fields of Attercliff'e, over the hill to the left, passing by
the manor farm, crossed the turnpike-road in Sheffield Park
close to the town, went over to the park grange; here, put to
his last shifts, he turned again to the town, and was killed
close to the houses. Thus satisfactorily terminated a run of
three hours, and which, if taken in a direct line, from one
known point to another on the map, measures seventeen miles.
—(Leeds Intellagencer, Dec. 18.)
On Monday last, Lord Anson's hounds threw off' at Baxter-
ley, and, in the course of their run, Robert Thurlow, the
whipper in, met with a most serious accident. He was bringing
up his tail hounds (mounted on one of the best horses in his
Lordship's stud), and when they came to a fence, the horse un-
fortunately made a slip, and both of them tumbled over. On
the horse rising, the man's foot being caught in the stirrup; he
fell on him a second time, which broke his ancle in a most dread-
ful manner. his Lordship and the sportsmen, who were in full
chase, immediately stopped to render him every assistance in
their power ; some by riding in every direction to procure
medical assistance, and others by getting a gate, on which they
laid the poor fellow : each of them taking his part in carrying,
him to his own house, a distance of near two miles. Every at-
tention has been paid to him by his Lordship and the Gentle-
men, and we understand he is in a fair way of recovery.—(Co-
ventry Mercury.)

One hundred and fifty pounds which were
awarded to Mr. WINSTON, on a late trial, he has
generously given to the Drury Lane Theatrical
Fund.

POETRY.

CARMINA WICCANIICA.—(tio. XXIt.)

PALESTINE—PART IL
[Continued from our Paper of Thursday last.]
Such were the cares that watch'd o'er Israel's fate,
And such the glories of her infant state !
Triumphant race ! and did your power decay !
Fail'd the bright promise of your early day—
No—by that sword which red with human gore,
A giant spoil the stripling champion bore,
By him, the chief to farthest India known,
The mighty master of its ivory throne,
In Heaven's own strength high towering o'er his foes
Victorious Salem's lion banner rose ;
Before her footstool prostrate nations lay,
And vsasal tyrants crouch'd beneath her sway;
And he the warrior sage whose restless mind,
Through Nature's mazes wander'd unconfin'd ;
Who every bird and beast and insect knew,
And spake of every plant that quaff'd the dew,
To him were known, as Hagar's offsprings tell
The powerful Sigil, and the starry spell ;
. The midnight call, hell's flitting legions dread,
And sounds that break the slumbers of the dead.
Hence all his might, for who could these oppose,
And Tadmor thus and Syrian Balbec rose ;
Yet e'en the works of toiling Genii fall,
Thus useless prov'd Estakar's maiic wall
In frantic converse with the mournful wind
There oft the homeless Santon rests reclin'd ;
Strange shapes he views and drinks with wond'ring ears
The voices of the dead, and songs of former years.
Such the faint echo of departed praise,
Still sounds Arabia's legendary lays.
And thus their fabling bards delight to tell
How lovely were thy tents, 0 Israel I

For thee his ivory load Behemoth bore,
And fair Sofala teem'd with golden ore ;
Thine all the arts that wait on wealth's increase,
Or bask and wanton in the beam of peace.
When Tyber stopp'd beneath th' expressive gloom,
And silence held the lonely woods of Rome,
Or ere to Greece the builder's skill was known,
Or the light chissel chas'd the Parian stone,
Here had fair Science nurs'd her infant fire,
Fann'd by the artist-aid, of friendly Tyre.
Then tower'd the pulace, then in awful state
The temple rear'd its elevating gate.
No workman's steel, no pond'rous axes rung,
Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung,
Majestic silence! then the harp awoke,
The cymbal clang'd, the deep voic'd trumpet spoke,
And Salem spread her suppliant arms abroad,
Ey'd the descending flame, and bless'd her present GOD !
Nor struck she then when raging deep and loud
Beat o'er her soul the billows of the proud;
E'en they who dragg'd to Shinaan's fiery sand,
with reluctant strength the stranger's land,
'Who sadly told the slow revolving years,
And steep'd the captive's bitter bread with tears,
Yet oft their hearts with kindling hopes would burn,
Their destin'd triumphs and their glad return.
And their sad lyres which, silent and unstrung,
In mournful ranks on Babel's willows hung
Would oft awake to chaunt their future fame,
And from the skies their ling'ring Saviour.claim
This promis'd aid could every fear controul
This nerv'd the warrior's arm, this steep'd the martyr's soul
Nor vain their hope-bright, beaming thro' the sky, .
Burst in full blaze the day-spring from on high ;
Earth's utmost isles exulted in the sight,
And crowdirg nations view'd the orient light ;
Lo ! star-led Chiefs Assyria's odours bring,
And bending Magi seek their infant King !
Mark'd ye where hov'ring o'er his radiant head
The dove's white wings celestial glory spread !
Daughter of Sion ! virgin Queen, rejoice !
Clap thy glad hands and raise th' exulting voice;
He comes—but not in regal splendour drest,
With haughty diadem, or Tyrian vest,
Not arm'd in flame—all glorious from 'afar,
Of Hosts the and the Lord of war.
Messiah comes !—let furious discord cease,
Be peace on earth, before the Prince of Peace !
Disease and anguish feel his blest control,
And howling fiends release the tortur'd soul :
The beams of gladness hell's dark caves illume,
And mercy broods above the distant gloom.
Thou palsied Earth with noon-day night o'erspread !
Thou sick'ning sun; so dark, so deep, so red !
Ye hov'ring ghosts that throng the starless air !
Why shakes the Earth ?—why fades the light ?—declare.
Are those His limbs with ruthless scourges torn,
His brows all bleeding with the twisted'thorn.
This the pale form, the meek forgiving eye,
Rais'd from the cross in patient Agony !
Be dark thou Sun—thou noon-day night arise,
And hide, oh hide, the dreadful sacrifice.

Ye faithful few, by bold affection led,
Who round the Saviour's cross your sorrows shed,
Not for his sake your tearful vigils keep,
Weep for your country, for your children weep!
Vengeance ! thy fiery wings their race pursu'd,
Thy thirsty poignard blush'd with infant blood ;
Rous'd at thy call, and panting still for game,
The bird of war, the Latian eagle, came.
Then Judah rag'd (belov'd of Heav'n no more),
With streaming carnage, and with social gore ;
He saw his sons by dubious slaughter fall,
Whilst War without brought Death within the wall ;
Wide-wasting Plague, gaunt Famine, mad Despair,
And dire Debate and clamorous Strife are there ;
Love, strong as death, retain'd his might no more,
When parents saw their children's blood run o'er !
Yet they who won't to roam th' ensanguin'd
And spurn with callous joy their kindred slain
E'en they, when high above the dusty flight
Their burning temple rose in lurid light,
To their lov'd altars paid a parting groan,
And in their country's woes forgot their own :
As 'mid the cedar courts and gates of gold,
The trampled ranks in miry carnage roll'd,
To save their temple ev'ry hand essay'd,
Ane with cold fingers grasp'd the feeble blade
Through their torn veins reviving fury ran,
And life's last flutter cheer'd the dying man !
But heavier far the captive's ling'ring doom
To glut with sighs the dearned ear of Rome ;
To swell (slow pacing by the Car's tall side)
The Stoic tyrant's' philosophic pride ;

To flesh the lion's rav'nous jaws, or feel
The sportive fury of the fencer's steel ;
Or pant, deep plung'd beneath the sultry mine,
For the light gales of balmy Palestine.
Ah fruitful now no more, a desert Coast,
She mourn'd her sons enslav'd, her glories lost ;
In her wide streets the lonely raven bred ;
There bark'd the wolf, and fierce hyena fed :
Yet 'midst her turret fanes in ruin laid
The pilgrim saint his murm'ring vespers paid,
'Twas he who climb'd the tufted rock, and rove
In chequer'd twilight, through the olive grove :
'Twas he who bent beneath the sacred gloom,
And wore with many a kiss Messiah's tomb ;
Whilst forms celestial fill'd his tranced eye,
(The day=light dreams of pensive piety)
O'er his calm breast a tearful fervour stole,
And softer sorrows charm'd the mourner's soul.

Oh, lives there one who mocks his artless zeal
Too proud to worship, and too wild feel
Be his the soul with wintry reason blest
The dull, lethargic Sov'reign of the breast ;
Be his the life that creeps in dead repose
No joy that sparkles, and no tear that flows !
Far other they who rear'd yon pompous shrine,
And made each rock with Parian marble shine.
Then hallow'd Peace renew'd her wealthy reign,
Then altar's smok'd, and Sion smil'd again—
There sculptur'd gold and costly gems were seen
And all the beauties of a British Queen ;
There barb'rous Kings their sandal'd nations led,
And steel-clad ;'tampions bow'd their crested head.
There when her fury rose the desert pour'd
And pale Byzantium fear'd Medina's sword :
When coward Asia stood in trembling woe,
And fell appall'd before the Bartrian blow,
From the mail regions of the western star,
The wand'ring hermit wak'd the storm of war;
Their limbs all iron, and their souls all flame,
A countless host, the red-cross warriors came .
E'en hoary priests the sacred combat wage,
And clothe in steel the palsied arm f)fAge,
While beardless youths and tender maids assume
The weighty Uorion, and the waving plume:
In bashful pride the warrior virgins wield
The pond'rous faulchion and the sun-like shield :
And start to see their armour's iron gleam,
Dance with blue lustre in Tabaria's stream.

The blood red banner floating o'er the van,.
All madly blithe the mingled myriads' ran :
Impatient Death beheld his destin'd food, -
And hov'ring vultures sniff'd the scent of blood.
Not such the numbers nor the host so dread,
By northern Brain, and Scythian Timour led.
Nor such the heart-inspiring zeal that bore
United Greece to Phrygia's reedy shore !
There Gaul's proud knights with boastful mien advance,
Form the long line and shake the cornel lance.
Here link'd with Thrace, in close battalions stand,
Ausonia's sons in soft inglorious band,
There the stern Norman joins the Austrian train,
And the dark tribes of late reviving Spain.
Here in black tribes advancing firm and slow
Victorious Albion twangs the deathful bow :
! still prompt the captive's wrongs to aid,
And wield, in freedom's cause, the freeman's blade :
Ye sainted spirits of the warrior dead
Whose giant force Britannia's armies led :
Whose bick'ring faulchions, foremost in the fight
Still pour'd confusion on the Soldan's might,
Lords of the biting aze, and bearny spear
Wide-cony'ring Edward, Lion-Richatt, bear !
At Albion's call your crested pride resume, ,
And boast the marble slumbers of the tomb.
Your sons behold in arms, in heart the same
Still press the footsteps of parental Fame,
To Salem still their gen'rous aid supply
And pluck the palm of Syrian chivalry !
(To be concluded next Number.)