The Sun.
London, England, 1842-07-01 00:00:00

TAIT'S MAGAZINE.

Tait has some fearless and forcible remarks this
month on the subject, of the " National Distress,"
which, he says, has this character to distinguish it
from former periods of suffering—that its advances
have been insidious and gradual, but steady ; adding,
that the'remedial measures just carried by Sir Ro-
bert Peel while they inflict considerable sufferings on
individuals of the middle class, can at best prove but a
teMporary alleviation. "Indeed," pursues Tait, "alto-
gether the effect of his measures is doubtful. The
best that can he affirmed is, that the changes in the
Tariff, if they should do little good, can do no great
harm. No man, not even the author of these changes,.
dares.. flatter. himself that such petty alterations are
speedily to repair the wide-spread calamities of even
the last Season ; when distress has grown to so fearful
a height, that- even the wise and the courageous
shrink from looking it in the face; and well-meaning,
humane persons, of limited understanding, are left to,
propose • foolish -or desperate temporary expedients.
The causes of national decay, to be followed, it is
but too probable, by social, and not improbably, by
violent disorganization, have been much longer at
work than appears to be generally suspeeted." Dis-
couraging as these remarks are, we fear there is but
too much truth in them. The writer concludeS with
an obserVatiOn or two on the Corn-laws, which he in-
sists ought to be abolished, were it- only as a peace-
offering to the famishing millions who attribute to
them their misery. The " Song of July" is not so
graceful or. spirited a chant as the " Songs for the
Months" have hitherto been. The versification is
clumsy, and the thoughts not above common-place.
" Abednego, the Money-lender," exhibits no falling-
off in interest, the dialogues are uniformly clever and
natural. The reviews of some recently-published
works of fiction are written with that tact and judg-
ment for which the critical notices of this periodical
have long been remarkable. We quote some graphic
stanzas, entitled the " Kyber Pass : '
My song a mournful muse invokes :
Pale, bleeding o'er the valethe stands,
Wildly waving forth her hands.
Where-liyber, from his snow-clad rocks,
Poured down his fierce, insatiate bands,
To bathe their keen, deceitful brands
In:blood that looks to heaven,. and smokes .. •
For Vengeance_on theincurT 1 kinds. .
The troop has reached the fatal vale--• - -
Slowly the lengthening lines-ascend
The crags in horrid tumult bent .
Each. eye is fixedeach cheek is pale ;
For, rising like a fitful gale,
A thousand echoing voices blend—
The heralds of a dreadful tale!
Gleaming athwart the firmament.
• Like fiends by frenzied Murder sent,
Wild figureS blot the sky ;
While one dire havoc, deeply pent,
Ten thousand bosoms' element
Bursts like a flood on high ; .
• And they who dare, and they who fly,
In one wide waste of death are Went,—
. Unburied there to lie.
The horseman rears his battle blade ;
Secure the vengeful foemen crowd:
High, hanging on a thunder-cloud,
..• He falls—nor asks for aid.
The startled steed defiance neighs,—
. Son of the desert ! think not now
Thy freely-tossing mane will flow,
As in the pride of other days,
- O'er half a nation low ;
When sandy plain and sunny slope
Beheld thee rise, the Arab's hope,
Where Carmel's rocky mountain smiled
Upon thy birth, proud desert child ?
ligh towers his head—quick heaves his breath—
. The sun, like lightning, gilds his mane—
It ne'er
He sinks—the majesty of death !
Swift Irma the musket's deadly throat
The winged wanderer flies :
The mountain chieftain's wild war-note
Tlwobs on his tongue, and dies.
With streaming robe, and grasping hands,
A thousand feet beneath his bands
The bleeding wretch is driven
While coloured shawl, and caftan rent,
Wave far along the dread descent,
Prone from the verge of heaven.
In vain, alas devoted brave,
Firm as the rock that marks your grave,
In crowded rank ye stand ;
Otie -effort more—one thought of home—
A prayer to heaven—then bid your hand,
' With dying grasp, and dripping brand, -
• Carve.lo'er your bloody tomb—
. " The glory of an injured land - •
In Vengeance yet will come !"

DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE.
• Currzj and Co.; Dublin. "

This :is a very readable Number of one of the
cleverest of our monthly periodiCals. '" Jack Hinton,
the Guardsman," by the editor, .Harry Lorrequer,
abounds in scenes of broad, rich Hibernian humour.
The description of Major Mahon's entertainment of
his guests at his country seat, which he called
Newgate, and which, although the sheep lived in the
parlour, and the cows were kept in the blue drawing-
room, and the live bull-dogs and a buck-goat kept
hoase in the library, -yet looked so imposing " from
the high road M Ennis," is enough to throw a stoic
into convulsions, " Nuts and Nutcrackers" has some
good hits at. the.follies of the day, of which the best
refers to the penal code. We doubt, however, whether
the condemnation to dine out six days in the week
would be felt as a severe punishment by most literary
men, who would prefer dining anywhere to not
dining at all, as too many of them do at present.
" Carl Stelling, the Painter of Dresden," is a capital
story for winter evening's fireside, where the mar-
vellous is always at a premium. The " Portrait
Gallery" for this month t-xhibits a very good likeness
of Admiral Sir Robert Stopford, followed by a bio-
graphy of that distinguished, gallant officer. " Poems
by the lite- Robert Charles Welsh," an Irish gentle-
man Who was murdered last year by (it is supposed)
some of his own totants, are the productions of an
elegant and highly-gifted .71ind. We quote as a spe-
cimen the " Exile's bong:
Oh bear me.back to my native shore,
O'er the circling ocean's foam ;
And ere I die,
let me gaze once 'more
Oa Illy father's humble borne.

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Oh ! bear me back to the greenwood's shitdA,.
To the well-known chestvut tree—
To the quiet vale, and the sut..-V glade,
The haunts of' my childish i\ze;
• My spirit pines for the breezy
Far off in my own bright lam! \
For the warblirigs that gush frornat,#•..loncly rills, -
And the joyous household band.
Kind faces met by the fireside's Ow*,
•
When arose the -evening hymn
But their spells are gone, like a passing'idream.
Their memories vague and dim.
to the billows' thundering sound,
As their surges break in the bay .5
I watch them fringing the - lid's around
With a beautiful girdle of spray.
But not bark, nor ship, to the wandering breeze-
Their cloudlike sails unroll,
And the anthem sublime of the swelling seas,
Like a death-song thrills my soul;
'On thii mountain-tops the wild deer springs
In happiest freedom by ;
And the proud eagle soars on his golden wings
•
To the crystalline dome of the sky ; •
•
And the midnight wind unchained sweeps past
O'er mount and forest dell—
..
But o'er me there's a strange dull feeling cast.
With a power I may not quell.
Then bear me back to my native .shore,
O'er the circling ocean's foam ! ,
And ere I die, let me gaze once More
On my dither's humble home.
Ohl bear me back to the greenwood shade.
To Fhe Wrll-known chestnut tree—
To the quiet vale, and tile sunny glade, , • .
The haunts of my childish glee.

SPORTING INTELLIGENCE.
'F.ITTERSALL'S.—YESTERDA V.
LIVERPOOL Cr T. —The only bet laid aest Heslington was In
to Ito a pony. a deeline.aee,ountable for I the advance of Rho-
danthe, who must now be accredited as first favourite; 9 to 1
would have been taken about her at the chase, and 200 to ItiO
was offered that she beats Forester. Prince Caradoe had backers
at various prices, 13 to 1 being the average. '
THE Goonwoon STAKES.—The betting on this event, sup-
ported the movement commenced on Monday. Una, Arnagill.
and Tups`.ey, were backed freely, each with a decisive effect on
the prices; we give the last that were laid, but 10 to 1 agst.
Arnigill. and 12 to 1 aost Tupslev, had been previously taken
several times. The Knight of the Whistle was ba. ked at S
and 9 to 1, and closed at offers of the lower odds, with a very •
slight call of Una.
Goonwoon Cur.— The only changes of any consequence
were the retreat of Beeswing to double the odds laid a fort-
night back, and the debut of Marshal Soult. who opened at IS
and 90 to 1, and was run up in a short time to 12 to 1 ; 11 ft!
2 wee titken to 50/. about the Squire, aid an offer made to
back Middleham at 10 to 1. Nothing worth speaking of was
done on the St. Leger or Derby. Offers of 3to one on the
field for the July Stakes, but no bet laid; a very " dark race,"
arid net likely to be speculated upon with any spirit. Last .
Prices

LIVERPOOL CU P.
8 to 1 n git Lord Chesterfield's Rhodant,he
9 to I apt Major Yarburgh's Heslingtt n
9 to 1 agst Mr. Watts' Forester
13 to 1 apt Mr. Mostyn's Prince Caradoc—taken
20 to I apt Mr. Allen's Phaon—taken
20 to 1 apt Mr. Treen's Una—taken
100 even Prince Caradoc agst Fitzroy.
GOODWOOD srA SCES.
8 to 1 agst Lord Chesterfield's Knight of the Wh:stle
9 to 1 agst Mr. Treen's Una—taken
10 to 1 agst Mr. Greville's Welfare—taken
11 to 1 ag:t Captain Harcourt's Arnagill—taken
13 to 1 apt Mr. Griffith's Tupsley—taken
17 to 1 apt Sir W. M. Stanley's Vakeel •
17 to 1 agst Mr. Beresford's The Corsair
8 to 1 agst Vakeel and The Corsair—taken and after
wards offered.
GOODWOOD CUP.
11 to 2 agst Mr. Bell's The Squire—taken
11 to 1 agst Mr. Orde's Beeswing
12 to 1 agst Lord Chesterfield's Marshal Soult
7 to 1 agst Beeswing and Marins—taken
ST. LEGER.
550 to 25 agst Mr. Scott's Artful Dodger:—takeit
DERRY, 1843.
1,750 to 50 agst Mr. J. Scott's Progress colt
1,750 to 50 apt Mr. Bowes's Catherstone, arid
1,750 to 50 agst Lord Chesterfield's Napier, laid in one bet
CARLISLE RACES.-IVEONESOAr.
Match, 59/., one mile.—Mr. Harris's b m by Monarch, aged,
12st, heat Mr. Smith's b m The Nun, 3 yrs, llst Ilb.
The Gold Cup, by Subs., of 1 l Guis. each. 3 yrs, ist ; 4 yrs,
Bst '• 6 yrs, Bst Illb ; 6 yrs and aged, 9st ; Mares, &c.,
allowed 31b. Two miles and a quarter. - (6 Subs.)
Mr. W. R. Ramsay's eh by Recorder, 6 yrs
The Maiden Plate of aO/., for all ages that never won 50/. ,

Heats, twice round.
Mr. Kirby's Sir Robert, 3 yrs, ist ...:.......(Oates) I I
Mr. Crawford's Royal Charlie, 3 yrs
Mr. Thompsou's Countess, 4 yrs
_ _ . _

Clark's Maid of Auckland, 3

3 dr