The Sun.
London, England, 1829-12-30 00:00:00

MR. COBBETT v. SIR WALTER SCOT

I remember not long ago to Imre read an IMO'
ite
ing paper by that pleasant egotist Mr. Cabbed,
on that
his
loohis)okn immortality,iithe R
into
all the European languages. This is no doubt trots;
but after haring predicated as much, .the lord d
Botley triumphantly asked, " Can stovel-writing
Reformation rm it
aiti lronhitsrl as he
tra boastednd
Scott say as much ?" 'Aye, that he ran, Fame
William. There is not a stall in Macau), on Oil
you will not find his novels in choice Italian; .111"
even in Rome, where the Government: *cell
chary of what books are sold, his novels can beer,
cured in every • respectable shop. So it i* 51
through Germany, Switzerland, the Low Cottotrie°'
Patin', and even Russia. Last year I found 101_,P.'
hoe in a deserted inn in Courland, and at Spir'
and Worms editions of all the novels were to 10
found in all the modern tongues. Thies Sir Walter l
reputation is not " confined or cabined" in by r
vernment or religion, but, like the "chartered fiber:
tine," roams at will. Not so Mr. Cobbett's; out
of England he is only known in Catholic countries'
But 1 say this n in disparagement ; for it is tho
penalty which those who write politics must be
content to pay. Politics are in their detail Loral
and ephemeral ; whereas literature is " not for
age, but for all time." At the same season it Ino
be admitted, that Mr. Cobbett has done as much
the English language as Voltaire did for the French'
lie has given the people a pure well of English'
and they hare drunk of it—Morning Patter.

An experimentalist in Hampshire is at thi°
time actually cramming a turkey with uncrached wahist
giving the poor creature only one the first day, two w"
second, told so on in arithmetical progression for third
d.,ys, at ti.e end of which time he asserts the bird
fat and of superior favour. The custom, he says, is 401...
won in Greece.

WAYWARDNESS OF FORTUNE.--.One mss
sucks an orange and is choakcd by a pip ; another a#ll/:1
lows a penknife and liras; one runs a thorn into his NO
and no skill can Pave him (a fart of recent date); and.°
has a shaft of a gig passed completely through his boill!I
and recovers ; one is orcrturned on a smooth commott
break. his neck ; another is tossed out of a gig over Brit
ton cliff and survives ; one walks on a windy day li
meets death by a brickbat ; another is blown up intiti'wt_
sir: like Lord I farms in Guernsey Castle, and eomesdelit
uninjured. The escape of this nobleman was indeed::
miracle. An explosion of gunpowder, which killed b 7
mother, wife, some of his children, and many othee.t'S
son., and blew up the whole fabric of the eastlei
him in his bed on a wall overhanging a tremendous-Fr.
cipice. Perceiving a mighty disorder (as be might esperhi
he was going to step out of his bed to knew what- the
ter was, which, if be had done, he would have been jolt"
rovvri.ldy lost ; but, in the instant of this moving, afilell
of iightning came and sheaved him she precipice, laere_
upon he lay still till people came and took him down;•4
New Monthly Magazine.

BIRTHS.
On the 29th inst. in Ru.,..e11-•yn;tre, the holy of Dol.
Eqi. of A din•Allter.
At E,lington.liouse, th.t Honourable Mrs. Liddell, of 11
laughter.