The Sun.
London, England, 1845-08-04 00:00:00

" A WORD AT PARTING--FROM THE EDITOR.

" Kind Pub'ic,—l believe it is Mr. Puff who expreses his
dismay, that there is no getting people off, on their knees.'
Such is precisely my difficulty at this moment. lam about to
take leave of you, and most anxious to know how best and
most suitably to express the sense I entertain of your favour
and my own unworthiness.
It. !s—happily for us both—unnecessary to enter into any
explanation of the reasons which induce me to take the step.
Etioug,h if I say, that no diminished interest in the success of
the Dublin University Magazine—no abated desire for the
advancement of the principles it has always so ably upheld and
defended—enter into these causes. Neither can I gratify pri-
vate go-sip by a hint that any disagreement with my publishers
has its share in this determination. I abdicate at good will
with all my fellow-labourers, and for reasons so purely per-
sonal, that I feel to obtrude them on public notice would be
merely an act of egotism. I should have left the boards in
silence—as I do without a farewell benefit—if I did not feel
that one who has so.largely enjoyed your favour could not so
depart, without some stain of ingratitude for kindnesses which,
he is not ashamed to own, contributed so much to his hap-
piness at the time, arid which are so dear to his memory at
this moment.—l am, your very grateful and devoted servant,
" CHARLES LEVER.

" Bruxelles, June, 1845."
[This notice should have appeared in our last Number, but
was not received in time.—A. P.]

HOOD'S MAGAZINE.
" The Bushranger of Van I)iemen's Land," a vigo-
rously Written' tale, of which chapters 16 to 18 inclusive
here keep up the stirring interest. " The Stake" is also
a graphic sketch of one phase of modern life, as it is
called, at the West End. The infatuation of gaming is
strongly depicted, but its strength is not exaggeration.
Nc. 111. of the " Chronicles of the Fleet" comprises a tale
called "The Turnkey's Daughter," the heroine being a
species of Eugene Sue's " Fleur Marie," a girl pure and
unpolluted amidst the Pollutions and the horrors of a
prison. The " Bar of England" supplies a very able
memoir, antiquarian and critical, of the rise and pro-
gross of this noble institution. There are some inci-
dental anccjotes of a piquant character, just now, when
bar-mcsses are becoming fidgetty.
" As a consequence of the circumstance to which I have
adverted, every student for the bar is supposed to possessoo an
independent fortune. Indeed, a rule made 6. ,
hall be admitted of Inns of Co .
none s
sar,o-
tioned by Elizabeth, and her successorurt
tJuranhieesa,reprnonvtidnefs
good
' judges
Hence and
parentage, and not of iii behaviour ;' and there is another about
mraarinkyotin‘
bthel:haenires,Pethriaotd:npounrepobruttinggentiolembeenrnbae.daedmbyittethde.'
mtouyhishneamelea.ssesiNowditohubett,heinr
instances, this thsisalwsaapyps oasiffitixond
abound, for otherwise, suspect nip specimensg
pleasant deceptions with which. the law and its
the establishmentsenu
would be more scarce than we see them in our days. Never-
theless, fiction though it be, something must be done, as in
other cases of legal shadows, to give it the appearance of a
substance. It follows, therefore, that no one who is palpably
and manifestly dependent on his own labour for a livelihood,
will be admitted into the brotherhood of the Inns of Court.
Thus a person openly engaged in trade or commerce, in what-
soever department, is certain of refusal. If, however, he
cease to be engaged in the objectionable occupation for at least
two years, assuming meantime the appearance of independence
(before the eyes of the Inn), though he may have it not in
fact, he may be admitted. I am a,quainted with two counsel,
each eminent in a different branch of the profession, who were
both shoemakers, the elder one having made shoes for my
father. I know a barrister also, who was formerly a dancing
master at Bath ; and his son, who subsequently taught the sal-
tamry art, is now keeping his terms. These are living illus.

trations of my remark, to which I could-add others, without
recurring to former times, did I think them required."
" Rambles through Bohemian Villages," we have
found, in the author's company, exceedingly pleasant
ones. Of " The Curate (;hambard, or the Secrets of
the Confessional," a.smart translation from the French
of Dumas, we have another chapter. Mr. Rowcroft is
pursuing his editorial task successfully.