The Sun.
London, England, 1842-09-26 00:00:00

SINGULAR ARTICLES.

(From the Dispatch.)
Three singular articles appeared in succession in a
Morning Paper of Friday last. We have first, a lead-
ing article upon a fatal duel, between the Political
Chief of Cadiz, and the Editor of a paper, in which
the combatants fired at what the Spaniards call
" clothes burning proximity," and after exchanging
more fire than would frighten a company of grena-
diers, we are glad to say, for the honour of our trade,
craft, vocation, or cloth, that the Editor shot the Poli-
tical Chief. There are very odd modes of revenge, and
the Editor of the Cadiz Globe being unpopular, the
mob, to punish him for killing the Commander-in-
Chief, went and destroyed all his type-frames and
presses, burning even his clothes, which was a second
point of the Spanish " clothes-burning proximity." Let
the Editor of the London Globe, called The Globe and
Traveller, beware of shooting a Commander-in-Chief,
either Lord Hill, or the Duke of Wellington, for, if he
does, he will have all his types and his wardrobe destroy-
ed; though, what good this could do to anybody, we are
at a loss to discover. If we shoot Mr. Piumptre, Sir
Andrew Agnew, Colonel Sipthorpe, or the Scoth
preacher that goes by the cant name of Irving's
Ghost, we beseech the Commissioner of Police to
protect our types, and all that is in our wardrobes
which is typical of gentility. Next follows an ac-
count of four wonderfully beautiful horses, sent as a
present to her Majesty, by the Queen of Spain, a
child of twelve years of age, and the tails of which,
we are seriously assured, reach to within an inch of
the ground. What a superb subject to occupy the
space of a political journal in such direful times as
these. Another journal assures us that these tails
are enormously large tails as compared to
English horse-tails. Why were not these
horses sent to Turkey as a present to some
three-tailed Bashaw ? The Spanish groom assures
her Majesty that these horses are peculiarly
large and full with respect to fatness. We only wish
that her Majesty could say the same thing of her own
'Working classes ; but they are very empty, both in
pockets, stomachs, and too often in their heads. As
England is the greatest of all countries in the world
for breeds of horses, apd as Spain has never been
famed but for breed of asses, the case of the present to
the Queen is much worse than that of sending coals
to Newcastle. The Queen rather snubs the present,
for immediately she sees these four very long-tailed
horses, she gives two of them to Prince Albert.
We next come to the third wonder which occupies
the invaluable space of the Leading Journal of
Europe. A pair of colours has been presented to the
16th Regiment, and who was selected to present them,
with the accompanying speechifications ? Was it
a surgeon and apothecary, a dentist, a corn-doctor, a
horse-doctor, or anything of the sort ? No, the gal-
lant regiment would not put up with such inconsis-
tency. Was it the Attorney-General, the Solicitor-
General, or the Solicitor to the Treasury, to the Society
for the S-ippression of Vice, that presented these
colours to the 16th Regiment? Did any distinguished
General present them ? Oh no ; the Colonel selected
for the purpose—a what ?—why a clergyman. Could
this Colonel Campbell have made a wiser man of him-
self had he chosen one of his sergeants to preach a
visitation sermon instead of selecting a clergyman to
present a set of colours to a regiment? Never was
a parson more out of place, and they are the last people
in the world that like to be without a place. What
are we to come to next ? Shall we come to a
state of society in which, as of yore, not a dose
of medicine could be delivered out by a priest, or
with a priest's blessing! It is thoroughly disgraceful
to think of a clergyman presenting colours to a regi-
ment. The parson said that the profession of arms
and love of God were compatible. When a soldier is
running his sword or bayonet through another man for
hire, a man who never offended him, we suspect that
he has more love for his pay than for God ; or at least
his ideas of God are not ours. We have no love for
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battles under Marlborough, at which period scarcely
the great grandfather of a single soldier in it could have
I had martial existence; and then this very wise man, Col.
Campbell, who certainly is the most superlative speci-
men of wisdom that modern times has produced, gravely
tells the black-surpliced parson, with his flag of many
colours, that for snore than fifty years the regiment
had never fronted ass enemy, and that the last time
the regiment appeared in the field was sixty-three
years ago, when they laid down their arms, and sus,
sendered thegsselves as prisoners on the glacis of
Baton-rouge. Really, our officers are themselves
either idiots, or they are over-cunning, and too easily
take for granted that their privates are idiotic. The
whole of this proceeding of getting the clergyman
to present colours to a regiment seems a premedi-
tated insult, a hoax upon the army. We wonder how
the soldiers will like the quiz. The regiment has not
been in fight for fifty years. It is a parson and
not a military man that presents these colours, and
the day selected for the parson's presenting them with
-Jolours is the sixty-third anniversary of their laying
town their arms and surrendering unconditionally to
iso French, after which the regiment has never been
employed, although the intermediate period has bees.
the most fighting era that Europe ever saw. When
will the clergy cease to expose themselves, or suffer
themselves to be exposed as fools, or as something
much worse ? The next honour done to the 16th
Foot will be to grant its Colonel (Viscount Beres-
'tsrd), a white' feather ; and Lieut.-Colonel Campbell
a wooden sword. It is disgusting to see the army so
and especially by saintism.
lisgraced,

The Right Hon. Fox Maule, when at Taymouth
Castle as the guest of the Marquis of Breadalbane,
during the Queen's visit to that magnificent seat, wore
on the first evening at dinner a superb brooch of consi-
derable value to confine his plaid on the shoulder. Her
Majesty was pleased to admire it, and on the succeeding
morning the Right Hon. Gentleman presented it to her
Majesty, by whom it was, graciously accepted, and both
at Taymouth and Drummond Castle the brooch wag
used by the Queen in the velvet plaid of the Royal
Stuart tartan, worn every evening during dinner by her
Majesty.