The Sun.
London, England, 1842-11-02 00:00:00

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LONDON :
WEDNESDAY MORNING. NOVEMBER 2, 1842.

sure, be a question of painful interest to himself
'arid his friends whether he will be able to carry
on his Government on the same or similar prin-
ciples as last session. If he loses the support of
the agriculturists, he must rely on other classes,
or resign. Personal and political feelings, we
believe, will make him reject a union with the
Whigs, or the adoption of the nostrum of a fixed
duty on corn. Indeed he cannot adopt their
policy without acknowledging his inferiority to
them, and without confessing that he has igno-
rantly or wilfully exposed the country to a long
period of misery. We disbelieve the report,
therefore, that he has made up his mind to re-
commend to Parliament a fixed duty on corn.

On a former occasion, not to tread in the foot:
steps of the Whigs, he boldly went beyond them.
We therefore are inclined to hope that he will
again surpass them, and carry out to the MI the
principles which he professes and they have
taught. If he again touch the Corn and Provi-
sion-laws, and we believe he must touch them,
let us hope that it will be totally to abolish them.
He is well aware that the Legislature must not con-
tinually tamper with the food of the people; that
the laws which regulate its supply must be steady
and invariable, and no other laws can be so but
those eternal laws which grow from the necessi-
ties of mankind.

Sir ROBERT PEEL has already weakened public
confidence in the stability of legislation; and
further alterations in the laws, e xcept to place
trade in a state of freedom, will only generate con-
tinual confusion. The question can only be set
at rest by setting trade free. Till that be accom-
plished, agitation, and all its train of evils, aris-
ing from uncertainty, will never cease. We are
inclined, therefore, to believe and to hope that
Sir R. PEEL, instead of tinkering the laws, or
adopting the Whig nostrum, will become a per-
fect free-trader, and propose, whenever he again
meddles with the Corn-laws, totally to abolish
them.

The time for that work must speedily be
favourable. The price of wheat is already below
505., and it will soon be down as low in England
as it could be With free trade; though not so
low as it will be should another favourable har-
vest occur, unaccompanied with the revival of
commerce. The trade of the country, is threat-
ened too on all sides, and the example of abo-
lishing our Corn-laws, which would give life to
our own commerce, would speedily compel other
nations to relax their injurious prohibitions. It
becomes England to set such an example. We
are more interested in free trade than other na-
tions. As the rule they only restrict some com-
paratively petty branches of manufacture, while
England sets the terrible example of restricting
the supply of food. Whether the manufacture
of velvets or silks flourish or not is of compara-
tively little importance; but whether the people
be amply fed or not involves all the difference,
moral and physical, between a flourishing and a
decaying community. Other Governments may
prevent their subjects enjoying some luxuries,
our Government prevents the people buying
food. While England has a far greater interest
than other nations in free trade, she commits
against it an infinitely greater offence than any
other country. Her Government stops the sup-
ply of that, to obtain which is the great object of
all human exertions, and the basis of all pros.
perity.

We see by an advertisement in another part
of The San, that the annual festival to com-
memorate the acquittal of HARDY, HORNE
TOOKE, and THELWALL, and do honour to the
Trial by Jury, takes place on Saturday next.
Mr. T. DUNCOMBE is to be in the Chair, and
it is expected that a numerous party will
assemble. We have now too few festivities
amongst us intended to keep alive the vene-
ration of our best rights. There are meetings
enough, they crowd upon us every day, to unite
landlords and tenants in the preservation of their
monopoly ; but there are few or no meetings to
promote political fteedom, and keep alive the
memory of victories over political oppression.
More than ever is it now requisite to unite the
different classes in support of a commz'n enjoy-
ment and a common privilege. The great
harrier against the encroachments of organised
power is the Trial by Jury. We are
not unaware that under some circumstances,
when a communitY is rent into factions, and one
party only has access to the jury box, that it
may serve as an instrument of oppression ; but
'these are rare occurrences, and enlightened
sneli as now' have to adjudicate over the
lives and liberties of their fellows, will effectually
guard against the influence of class prejudices.
With all its imperfections, the Trial by Jury is
one of the best methods yet discovered of insur-
ing every man a fair trial and a fair judgment
by the public, which is, in fact, the only and
the surest guarantee of individual rights. We
trust, therefore, that the festivity of Saturday,
to uphold this palladium of British liberty—
and we believe, too, the palladium of liberty
across the Atlantic--will be honoured by, a large
assemblage of men of different ranks and condi-
tions.

Dr. BOWRING mentioned, as a report, at the
late Anti-Corn-law meeting at Manchester, that
Sir It. PEEL would be deserted by at least forty
of his followers in the House of Commons on
the meeting of Parliament. That he is growing
unpopular amongst his own friends is certain.
He has been extremely unfortunate, and the
good harvest, which is such a blessing to the
nation, combined with the want of employment,
has proved fatal to his system. In conjunction
with scanty crops, his measures might have
stood for a season or two; in conjunction with the
reduction of prices, caused by an abundant crop,
and the want of means to purchase, they appear
to have inflicted a terrible injury on the landed
interest.. _

We are well aware that this appearance is not
reality. :Not his measures feebly approximating
to justice, but the old cupidity and extortion
of the agriculturists, are the sources of their suf-
fering. But they are accustomed to look to the
law for every good, and they blame it for every
evil they have been taught by Sir R. PEEL to
rely on it, and now they accuse his measures—
he being properly punished by the effects of the
error he has nourished—of having caused those
reductions of price which are the natural con-
sequences of an abundant harvest when there is
no enterprise in-the mantiftcturing districts. As
the Whigs may rejoice that they did not succeed
with their project of a fixed duty, by which the
whole of the evils now suffered by the agricul-
turists, would have been charged on them, so
Sir ROBIERT PEEL'S
success in lowering the
sliding scale, and in passing the Tariff, seems
likely to separate him from his party.
We have seen several bitter lamentations at
public meetings over the depreciation in the value
of agricultval property,
will quote
is ascribed to Sir
ROBERT PEEL ; and w: 1,1
quote some evidence
of the manner he is
spoken of from the Galway
Standard, a journtal published in the west of
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the Govern-
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ment. Most cheerfully do we preachsubmission to
laws—most gladly would we pr_alias:s,
could
the Sir Robert
Peel for the Tariff and the Corn-laws,
we
do it conscientiously. Alas ! the evidence is againstcon-
..
us, the "country is bankrupt, the awful se
silences of his legislation for Ireland are before us.
On Tuesday last a coach-and-four could, with the
g•reiatest facility, pass through any part of the market
Of Mountbellew, where formerly it would be difficult,
and:not Without a good deal of jostling, for a man to
pays ; the quantity o grain was small and sold l l
s ow y
, 6° per cent under last year, meat proportionately,
tne shops comparatively empty, the peasantry sober,
. murmuring against the Corn-laws. Ex-
perience Ls taught U 3 that the Tariff and eorn-laws
Ex-
nave lowered;lexerpricle‘s, of corn and cattle full fifty
percent this
the landlords of Irelande well convinced
income must ultimatelaarreesaP:rrirfieeced*Y. One half their
Aim,- Dine half in value by yi ; lands are deteriorated
yearpr orthe rents attempted e Tariff and Corn-laws,
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TUE SUN, LONDON, WEDNESDAY EVENING, NOVEMBER 2, 1842,

MAGAZINES —(CONTINUED.)
TAITS MAGAZINE.
In the present chapter of Mrs. Gore's story,
" Abednego, the Money-Lender," there is some
stirring writing, as, for instance, where the
usurer details the history of his pastlife, and ex-
plains the causes that induced him to take up the
trade of money-lending. Disappointed in his
most ardent hopes—his affections blighted—love
a cheat—friendship a traitor—the soured man at
length put this stern question to himself—
" What constitutes right and wrong? Where is
the positive, where the true ?" The answer, he
says, was " Gold!" and adds, " once convinced
of this, I bowed down my knee and worshipped.
Lone-. and eagerly in search of some First Cause in
which to put my trust, I cried aloud with joy
when I had found it. My wandering ark had
struck upon the top of an Ararat; and I sought
no better land as a resting place for the sole of
my foot." Mrs Gore has thrown much force and
earnestness into Abedneg,o's confessions. " A
London Dressmaker's Diary" is feelingly and
simply written, but it is too long, and somewhat -
monotonous. The " Vision of King Malcolm"
is a quaint, and not unsuccessful specimen of the
mock-romantic. We do not agree with the Re-
viewer of Mr. Dickens's " American Notes" that
that gentleman, in speaking of the social state of
the people of the United States, " has deepened
every shade into palpable blackness, and de-
scribed society, in all its greater interests, as in a
very low and dangerous condition." On the con-
trary, we think he has done impartial justice to
the American character and institutions; and
" deepened no shade"—except when he alludes
to the transatlantic Press, whose faults and
blunders, and vices, by all accounts, it is scarcely
possible to exaggerate. The chief defect we find
in Mr. Dickens's work, is that it is throughout a
mere skimming of the surface. There is nothing
profound—nothing original in it ; it shows fre-
quent acuteness, but principally on trivial mat-
ters; and is more to be commended for its broad
humour, than for any other quality it possesses.
" Lays of Loyalty" is a series of quizzical poems,
suggested by the Queen's late visit to Scotland.
We quote one entitled " Northward Bound,"
which is attributed to the youthful pen of a
sucking Sappho, who rejoices in the name of
Sophia Whackles. It is a very amusing imita-
tion (scarcely caricatured) of that sort of aristo-
cratic poesy which we so frequently meet with in
the " Keepsake," or the " Book of Beauty :"
Lo! our gracious Queen is going
Unto Scotland's ancient strand,
Young Favonius gently blowing,
Wafts her from her native land.
In the Royal Yacht so splendid,
Built express for George the Fourth,
By her princely spouse attended,
Sails she for the rugged North.
Spread the sails, and lift the anchor,
'Midst the cheering of the crowd ;
For the stately yacht's a spanker,
More especially when towed.
Be ye soft as downy pillows,
Waves that beat the stubborn Nore!
Ocean, calm thy angry billows,
For our Queen is not on shore.
Neptune ! monarch of the water,
Bid thy Triton troops attend,
Till Britannia's peerless daughter
Shall attain her journey's end.
Hark ! sweet music, softly swelling,
Sounds along the glassy deep—
Comes it from the watery dwelling
Where the nymphs their vigils keep ?
No! 'tis sweeter, milder music—
'Tis the tabret and the drum.
O Prince Albert ! say, are you sick ?
Yarmouth's fishermen are come.
Gently night doth fold her pinions,
Gentler sounds the paddle's splash,
As the Queen of these dominions
Glides across the sullen Wash.
Dappled clouds, the dawn's precursor,
Streak the wide expanse of blue,
On the deck the watchful purser
Serves out rations to the crew.
" Tell me now, my Lord Fitzclarence,
What the coast before us spread !"
" Where those boats are catching herrings,
That, my liege, is Flambro' Head.
" Past that rock, so like a puncheon,
Spreads the Yorkshire coast no more,
And we trust, soon after luncheon
To be off the Berwick shore."
And the captain spoke most wisely,
As was quickly to be seen
For at three o'clock precisely,
Scotland saw her youthful Queen.
Every eye with joy is beaming,
Which alone the good.can feel,
And the Scottish bagpipe screaming
Soon provoke the lightsome reel.
Toe and heel in wild commotion
Cut the buckle, thread the ring ;
Underneath the quivering ocean
Fly the startled cod and ling.
And her Majesty, astonished,
Puts her finger in her ear,
Till the grateful crowd, admonished
Hail her with another cheer.
Then, exchanging song and tankard,
Glide they through the quiet sea,
Till the Royal fleet is anchored,
With Inchkeith upon the lee.
Lo ! on every distant mountain,
Kindling in volcanic life,
Springs aloft a fiery fountain
Both in Lothian and in Fife.
Bonfires of immense eruction
Fling abroad their gorgeous rays,
Each resembling in construction
Radiant V s and sparkling A s.
Now in Granton, free from danger,
Lies in peace the stately keel,
And on the shore the Royal Stranger,
Steps and greets Sir Robert Peel.
" Which amongst these gay beholders,
Is the Provost ?—tell me where !"
But Sir Robert shrugged his shoulders,
And no echo answered—" There !"

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leave London before the mail, in which every place
had been secured. Perplexed, and by this time some-
what alarmed, he readily seized the only chance left
for him, and paying part of his fare, was booked
forthwith in a feigned name. Being now more at
ease, he had opportunity for contemplating the proba-
bilities of his incarceration in this rotatory lazaretto.
The " Invalid " professedly travelled slowly for the
benefit of its ailing inmates, taking them only part
of the journey on the first day, and concluding it
late enough on the second, so that it was a coach '
which really performed what it professed to do—
namely, " slept on the road." Evidently waiting
the arrival of the said " Bath Invalid," a hackney
vehicle was drawn up to the office, containing an
elderly gentleman, who, as it transpired, had taken
one place for his body and another for his legs,
which were swaddled in flannel, as he sat at that
moment writhing under a severe paroxysm of gout.
With a sigh did our young friend gaze upon a
face in which was the mingled expression of
pain arising from disease, and fury the re-
sult of pain. "My penance is likely to go
hand in hand with my: offence," mentally ep.-
culated he, as he contemplated two long days
in all the horrors of this " middle passage !"
The " Bath pair-horse Invalid" now drew up as so-
lemnly for the elderly gentleman as that still gloomier
vehicle, which, in all probability, would be the next
and last in his mortal service. The operation of
transferring him from one body to the other was in
progress, which, to the adagio of a volley of curses,
was at length accomplished. Rewarding his atten-
dants with a look of renewed fury, he pulled up the
glasses with all the violence he could master, and was
heard no more—for the present. It was now within
ten minutes of the professed time of starting, and as
poor Elliston was speculating on the next character he
might be introduced to in this drama of " The Bath
Road," the coach-door was again opened to the ap-
proach, "with lingering steps and slow," of a tall
female, labouring under a sharp attack of inflamed
eyes, and conducted by a footboy, who was beguiling
his tortoise pace by licking wliat still adhered to the
paper wrapper of some baked treacle. The ceremony
of conveying this, sufferer to the interior of the coach.
was nearly as tedious, but a far more grateful. task,
than the former ; and though our young runaway had
still less and less reason to congratulate himself on
his fortune of the morning, he could not help feeling
some sympathy with the unsightly lady, as she timidly
took her place to the serenade of the only language
the rabid gentleman seemed to have retained the
slightest recollection of. Faithful on the pavement to
the very last, though he had heard twenty times the
coach was then starting, Elliston, the third patient,
entered the narrow ward of this migrating hospital.
Placing himself next to the swaddled feet of the raving
martyr, and opposite to two faces, one the largest he
had ever gazed oa out of a masquerade shop, and the
other the longest he had ever seen out of the convex
of a silver spoon, he was conveyed by degrees from the
rugged pavement of Piccadilly to travel one hundred
and ten miles at the same rate of enjoyment.
The " Persian Poet's Tomb" is from the pen of
Miss Catherine Parr. The versification of the
poem is sweet and unaffected. The " Cholera in
Ireland" is sufficiently explained by the title;
some of the descriptions are vigorous and impres-
sive. " Dix, the Younger," is a lively sketch of
an elderly dandy, who is anxious to be consi-
dered—a weakness by no means confined to
dandies—infinitely more juvenile than he is;
who " intends in a year or two, to retain but a
vague remembrance of the Reform Bill struggle;
and to fix with a graceful loyalty his first firm
recollection on the coronation of Queen Victoria."
" Purchasing a Property" is a passable tale,
showily,- how one Mr. Launcelot Barham was in-
veiglecrinto the purchase of—to quote the auc-
tioneer's words—" an elegant and substantially
built stone residence on the banks of the
Thames," which on inquiry he found was no
other than the abandoned Toll-house at Staines-
bridge ! The "Duke of Wellington and Richard
Cceur De Lion" is a ridiculous attempt to insti-
tute a parallel between these two warriors, who
are as much opposed to each other as light to
shade. Richard's chief peculiarity was the high
and chivalrous tone of his sentiments; the Duke
has not an atom of sentiment or chivalry in his
composition. Richard was a rash, headstrong
soldier—the Duke remarkable for his patience
and caution.

DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE.
Mr. Lever continues his military reminiscences
under the title of " Jack Hinton, the Guards-
man," with unabated vigour, and in one of his
present chapters gives a hasty, but graphic bird's-
eye sketch of the field of Vittoria, immediately
subsequent to the battle, and when the French
were in full retreat. The consternation and con-
fusion pervading the town, the abrupt rushing in
of stragglers from the bloody field, the incessant
clatter of baggage-waggons, the hollow rumbling
of the artillery, and the galloping of the carts
crowded with wounded soldiers ;—all these de-
tails are touched off with evident ease and ra-
pidity, and bear the strong; impress of truth.
Izaac Walton forms the subject of an essay, en-
titled " An Hour's Talk," wherein the literary
character of this smooth, shrewd cookney angler
is greatly over-estimated. We have never been
able to perceive the exquisite beauty of the
" Complete Angler ;" it has two or three pleas-
ing pastoral passages of a milk-and-water nature;
but it is wholly deficient in manly force, and
thought, and sentiment. As for the calm, cheer-
ful air of repose that pervades it, and which has
been so much insisted on, it has always appeared
to us to be little better than sheer insipidity—the
naturaland limited intellect.
v
drowsyproductions are his biographies,
and of these
est and most animated is
and
ait o i , fruitsbest
t oif i e a
cleverest
ev
er
the life of Doctor Donne. " Recollections of a
Poetic Childhood" exhibits here and there some
bright gleams of fancy ; the versification, too, is
polished, and not too much elaborated. The
" Monk and the Devil" is a humorous poein of
the Ingoldsby school. From the " Memoir and
Remains of Charles Wolfe," we learn that this
delightful poet, the author of that fine ode on the
burial of Sir John Moore—which one Mackin-
tosh, a Scotch schoolmaster, had the impudence to
claim as his own the other day—died in the year
1827,t, at the early age of twenty-two. Had he lived,
he would most likely have won a foremost rank
among the laurelled bards of the day, for his
poems were full of promise. Here are two of his
earliest, each of which, in its way, is exquisitely
beautiful :

SONG.
Ant—" Gram achree."

If I had thought thou could'st havo died,
I might not weep for thee ;
But I forgot, when by thy side,
That thou could'st mortal be ;
It never through my mind had past,
The time would e'er be o'er,
And I on thee should look my last,
And thou should'st smile no more!!
And still upon that face I look,
And think 'twill smile again ;
And still the thought I will not brook,
That I must look in vain ;
But when I spea:k—thou dost not say,
What thou ne er left'st unsaid,
And now I feel, as well I may,
Sweet Mary ! thou art dead !
If thou would'st stay, e'en as thou art,
All cold and all serene,
I stamight press.thy silent heart,
And where thy smilesjiave been !
While e'en thy chill bleak corse I have,
Thou seemest still my own,
But there I lay thee in thy grave—
And I. am now alone !
I do not think, where'er thou art,
Thou bast forgotten me ;
't'And'l perhaps, may sooth this heart,
In thinking to of thee ;
Yet there' was round thee such a dawn
Of light ne'er seen before,
As fancy never could have drawn,
And never can restore ! •

SONG•
Oh, my love has an eve of the softest blue,

Yet-it was not that that won me;
But a little bright drop from her soul was there.
'Tis that that has undone me.
I might have pass'd that lovely cheek; "911{1
Nor, perchance,
in-heart have left me ;
But the sensitive blush that came trembling there,
Of my heart it for ever bereft me.
I might have forgotten that red, red lip-7
Yet how from that thought to sever ?
But there was a smile from the sun-shine within,
And that smile I'll remember for ever.
Think not gtis nothing but lifeless clay,T
theiisn ev
egracefully h
at
enchantsdelicate mi nidn
The elegant form that haunts me ;
Let me not hear the nightingale sing,
that at Moves
Though I once in its notes delighted ;
The feeling and mind that comes whispering forth,
Has left me no music beside it.
Who could blame had I loved that face,
E'er my eye could twice explore her ;
Yet, it is for the fairy intelligence there,
And her warm—warm heart I adore her.

MONTHLY MAGAZINE,
of INiiiart.i--Conyariticslltxteratiengtcoontitlriisl?.Nutues a clnb:rle:ruenrdsekhretticle
Aitle.zof "Later Characteristici. of John Bull."
The sketch is not Quite it); flattering, perhaps, as
honest John---wliO Us-a. 11gh notion -or 'his -own
worth—could desire, still it is a very fair like-

ness. " The lust of gain," says the author,
" sucks up the joy of John Bull's heart like a
sponge ; a little money is akin to poverty, and
poverty is baseness; the furrows of anxiety are
graven deeply in his brow, and he rarely smiles
from the hear,t. Walk down Cheapside, regard
his humanity there, and along the larger tho-
roughfares; what is the nominative case to his
verb ?—gain—gain without stint—gain to the last
heave of expiring nature !" •' Life is a Dream"
is a translation from the Spanish of Calderon.
We cannot vouch for the accuracy of the version
—not having the good fortune to understand the
original language—but we may at least bare tes-
timony to its spirit, and the free and easy march
of its blank verse. The reflections on the " Cha-
racter of Hamlet" are ingenious, and show that
the writer has attentively studied his subject.