The Sun.
London, England, 1818-11-27 00:00:00

SMITHFIELD, Nov. 27.

Our Market this 111Mning was but thinly supplied with all
kinds of Cattle, and although business was brisk in the early
part of the morning, yet prices were the same as last Monday.
Mutton was dearer, owing to the shortness of the supply;
Pork was cheaper, there being a good supply of Pigs at
market, and hut few sales made; Veal remains nominally as
our last quotation.—There was little or no business doing in
the flay Market this morning, and the above article was at
the same price as last week; Clover has drooped in price.
and few buyers of that article at market this day; Straw went
off at 2s. per load dearer than last Monday, and sales were
brisk at that advance. The annexed is a correct statement
of the Numbers and Prices at market :

(To sick the Offal ; per Stone of Blbs.)
Beef 4s. Od. to ss. 0,1. I Veal ss. 6d. to G. Bd.
Nluttou ..4s. Ud. to 6s. 4d. Pork ....ss. Od. to 6s. ad.

CATTLE: AT MARKET.
Beasts
Calves

HAY AND STRAW PER LOAD.
Hay.. , . 0 0 to,CB 8 0 I Clover.. /,76 0 oto 4.9 0 0
St w r,2 10 oto 18 0

SPORTING IN TELLIGENCE.

NEWMARKET COURSING MEETING, Nov. 25.

BOTTISHAM AND \VESTLEY FIELDS.
Fon TITS, CUP.
Ld Huntley's Vesta beat Ms. Guerney's Ambrosia
2 Mr Scott s lago beat Mr Merest's Skylark
3 Mr Redbead's Leopid heat Mr Seer's Quiver
4 Ld Rivers's Rector beat Mr Barker's Ophelia

MATCHES.

I Ld liuntley's r d p Violence beat Ld Rivers's blk b
Rusty
2Mr Llerest's d a Swan beat Mr Sparke's r b Hecuba
3 Capt. Wyatt's r b lane beat Ld pons's b E The Maid
4 Ld Items blh d E Maltster beat Ld Maynard's d K
Blachbice
Me Wilkinson's bl and w d Climax beat Mr Guerney's
blk d Archer
6 Mr WriJit's blk b p Wowski beat Mr Barker's bl b p
Octavia
7 Mr Gooch's r d a General beat Mr Whalley's r d p Pan-
taloon
8 Mr Scott's blk and w b a Isabel beat Sir G. Leeds's bik b p
Madam
9 Mr Wilson's bl b p X Witch heat Sir G. Leeds's bl b p
10 Mr Syer's blk d p Quiz beat Capt. Wyatt's blk and w d p
Ja,on
11 Mr Gurney's blk d Achilles beat Ld Maynard's dun b
Katherine
12 Adm. Wilson's blk d p Useful beat Mr Palmer's blk b p
Pink
13 NI r Scott's blk h p Impetus beat IA Rivers's bl b p Ranson:
14 Mr GOnclfs r h p Garland beatMr Wright's blk b p Will-
be-Wisp
15 Adm. Wilson's bl b p Urchin beat Sir G. Leeds's blk b p
Miss.
16 Mr Redhead's fawn b p Laura beat Mr Micklethwait's
Britt b p Nittlitshade
17 Mr Wright's blk d a Walton heat Mr Syer's blk d a
Quilter
18 Mr Gooch's r d p Garrick heat IA Hnntlev's blk b p Variety
19 Capt. Wyatt's blk and w d p Jericho beat Mr Notthey'S
v d p Nabob
20 Mr Wilkinson's r d Czar beat Mr Northey's y b telly
21 Mr Paltner's blk d a Pelter alts: Adm. Wilson's bl b Ur-
sula. Off
23'.Mr Northev's bik and w b Nosegay beat Mr Wilkinson's
fawn b Castle
23 Ld River's bl b Rantipole beat Id Maynard's blk h Kettle
24 Capt. IVyatt's blk and w d p Junius beat Mr Wright's
bl d p Wizzard
25 Mr Gooch 's brit' d a Gams beat Ld Rivers's r and .w d
Ranger. Gams woo first turn and course.

Notwithstanding the advanced .ge of her late
111A.tusiv, she could see to read di,iinctly, with-
out the aid of eye-glasses, until within the last
year or two,

The ship Eliza, which arrived at Leghorn from
Alexandria, on the fourth instant, brought there
the official news of the taking of Derick, the ca-
pital of the Wechabites, by the troops of the
Viceroy of Egypt, commanded by his son, IBRA-
HIM DACHA. This news was contained in a dis-
patch addressed to OsMAN PACHA, one of the
Viceroy's Generals, residing at Florence.

EXTRAORDINARY SurclDE.—Yesterday morning
Mr. Turner, who leaped out of his chamber wiu-
dow on Tuesday, in WeEs-street, Oxford-street,
having previously cut !;is throat, died in the Mid-
dlesex Hospital Mr. T. bad been very unwell
for some time, and for several days ptior to his
commission of the horrid act, lie was evidently
deranged in his mind. The razor with which the
unfortunate man cut his throat could nowhere
be found ; and a deep cut which was on the side
of the deceased was supposed to be inflicted by
Iris frilling on some iron railing when Ire threw
himself trom the window. Such, however, were
mistaken conclusions, for since his death the
Medical Gentlemen at the Hor,pital, on Opening
the body of the deceased, found the razor with
which he cut his throat, in his inside, lying very
near his heart. It appears that after lie cut his
throat, he cut a deep wound in his side, and
having opened the razor, he thrust it into tire
aperture, which closed up, and when he was
taken to the Hospital, tire wound was sewed up
by the surgeon, not supposing that any thing
was in the inside, Au inquisition will be held
this day.

ATTEMPTED SUICIDE —Yesterrlay a young
man, named Joseph Nicholson, servant to an Of-
ficer in the Life Guards, cut his throat in a horrid
manner with a razor. He had been drinking,
and returned home to his wife a little intoxicated;
he began to tax her with some impropriety,
which he alleged she bad committed. She re-
pelled the charge, and told him !hat be never was
out of temper unless be had been drinking, and
that it was a shocking thing h! did not avoid it.
He replied—" It is shocking, is it ? You shall
see something more shocking I. ell, soon ;"
and ran up stairs into a chamber. In a few mi-
untes after, his ►rife heard a great noise, like
somebody falling she went up stairs, and
salt• the deceased covered With blood, with
Iris head nearly severed, and the instrument
Iving by his side. He has several children. lie
was carried in a hopeless sate to St. George's
Hospital.

I' 0 IL T It Y.

EPISTLE FROM LAKE ONTARIO, JUNE, IS!4.

(From The Belfast Paper of the CO'h Nov. 1813.)
You ask, my worthy friend, shall I come o'er,
To spend my days On fair Columbia's shore ;
Forsake toy native home, and cross the seas,
To visit that vast world of lakes and trees;
Where man is free to legislate or farm ;
No tax to fleece, no tyranny to harm :
But wealth, content, and true religion reign,
While rivers roll theft riches to the main;
And equal rights uphold the solid plan.
Nor gold, nor birth, can dignify the man ?
F.lective all—and may a shoe black vote
On such a freedom-loving land I dote,
O tell too, dearest friend, is all this true
They say so here; but I refer to you :
You are UpUll the spot ?--
I am, my friend,
And will an honest, candid, answer send, •
Front this vast lake, which skirts Canadia's shore,
Where falls the Gunnesie with thundering roar,
Where swamps extend and lazy rivers glide,
Arid forests fringe Ontario's southern side.—
I sit beneath a scorching solar ray,
That pours around insufferable day;
Or r•oa:n the glade to catch a cowing breeze—
The hid south-cast wind hardly fans the trees.
If in the deepest shades I seek retreat
From the still landscape's enervating heat,
From every swamp the fierce musquitoes rise,
Dart on toy neck, and linz about my eyes;
Ten thousand thousand round and round me fly,
And drive me back to meet the blazing sky.
Nor am I better, if 1 seek the inn,
Where hot republicans drink fiery gin,—
No calm retreat the tavern can afford,
No private bed-room, no exclusive board;
I seek for neat convenience in vain,
And ;deluge lino the fat est'S attune again.
Few sweets of polish'd life these woods provide,
And yet they are not truly countrified:
That rustic innocence which spreads a charm
O'er the small cottage and well cultor'd farm,
And gives each tenant of the village. green
The healthy aspect and the millet serene,
Dwells not within these transatlantic shades,
Where rudeness half the moral world pervades.
And yet America is all our boast—
The 'iankee's pride—the politician's toast ;
The laud where men oppressed seek repose;
Where liberty's serenest planet gloss's.
All this is fine, toy friend: but, w.:re it true,
I would nut send a sad reierse to you.

Not that I blame the squatter's smoky shed,
Nor gloomy pines high waving o'er my head,
The swampy path, mud creek, nut- craggy ridge,
Blaze track, wind fall, {Jeep rut, nor pole-bnitt bridge.
Around each farm, if half burnt trees arist,--.
If they're unsightly, I avert my eyes.
Nor do I vent my British spleen, and frown,
Tito' every group of huts be can't' a town—
A transatlantic town, with houses four'
A court-house, news-room, whisky-still, and store;
A tavern built of logs, where sots may swill
The fiery poison of the whisky-still.
If woodland settlers shoals of lawyers need
To guard their rights, 1 fret not—they are feed.
Iloads pav'd with stumps and mud I will not curse,
Tho' Mungo Park and Bruce ne'er travell'd worse.
Trees, forests, woods, a botanist may please ;
But who loves only forests, woods, and trees ?
Yet. still along the interminable shade
I travel on, nor wood nor waste upbraid ;
But thick how well, amidst these forests rude,
A Zimmerman Might write on solitude.

You next enquire, if, 'midst Columbia's trees,
Pure health, or sickness, mixes with the breeze;
If men are vigorous ; and it' the rose
On female cheeks, high-flusli'd with life-blood, glows ?
A question, vitally important, I
Shall now premise a suitable reply :
Can sultry suns on youth and vigour feed,
Can sultry marshes yellow fevers breed,
Can sullen woods and wet savannahs make
A thottsaHd agues round each inland lake,
And this I.;e wholesome—this increase the fire,
Of vital health, and make it burn the higher?—
Or, if extremes of heat and coldness join,
Arid whirl you from Siberia to the line,—
Give men and women both a sickly sue,
And leave the bloom of florid cheeks to few;
If even now, amid this sultry glow,
I shiver if a smart north-wester blow,
Do I assert the clime's unwholsome, Sir 1—
I state the fact,—the sequel you infer.
With all respect to men of other views,
This is nut th' meridian I would choose :
Not that buck-barley fritters I despise,
Nor bacon strong, hoe-cakes, and pumpkin-pies;
A smoky chimney I might hope to cure,
And even bed-bugs fur a time endure.
'Tis not, however, these defects I blame,
But man's anomalies, that want a name;
A cold, ignoble. democratic, pride
('au set each foreign excellence aside;
And in the fustian of each vain pretence,
Break every modest hound of sober sense :
" Oar's is the happy land,—and our's alone,
" And science, freedom, arts, are ail our own l"
But stop.—what's England ?—" England is a nest
" Of tyrants, and of sycophants, at best."

Suppose, by many a ra:iid tempest lost,
All sate, all well, the vast Atlantic crust,
A yellow-fever thy arrival greet,
Call hence thy wife, thy air-built plans defeat.
Or, it arrived in safety (do not smile),
'Tis but the threshold o: thy future toil.
Five hundred miles (nay, prithee, do not fret),
A thousand miles remain to travel yet.
Of forests dreary, crust with many a
lly thee, with England's beauties in thine eye,
Ere thou roust tied an eligible spot
To clear fur culture, and to build a cut.
Admit yuu settled iu this happy land,
Where all is rudely wild, severely grand ;
‘Voods, rivers, lakes, on Is'citure's largest plan.
The ;uansion noble—but the tenant man,
A crabbed politician, proud and rude,
The child of Nature in her sourest. wood,
Who feels for Britain's populace and shore
Such love as Cain to upright Abel bore;
If you can symbolize with men like these,
Who live en►busoua'd in a wild of trees,
Come to this sylvan world, this vast retreat,
'1'1) fell the pine-true and to raise buck-wheat,
To drink pure poison front the whisky-still,
And teach the toodful grain the art to kill.
Conic to these sickly swamps, and sultry woods ;
To rivers, rapids, cataracts, and Hoods ;
Come build a cottage at von pine• tree foot.
A two day's journey from thy neighbour's hut;
Enjoy the bliss for which a poet prav'd,
" A boundless continuity of shade;"
A lodge in these vast forests of the west,
Where thou may'st live unknown, and die unblest.