The Sun.
London, England, 1829-08-01 00:00:00

CERTIFICATES—Aua. 21.

W. Nunney, Uxbridge-street, Notting Hill, Kensing-
ton, builder—E. Harper, Coventry, ribbon-manufacturer
--J. Bennett, Manchester, earthenware-dealer—G. A. E.
Wilmot, Beckford-row, Walworth, coal-merchant--J.
Hall, Worcester, veterinary-surgeon—J. Lister, Shelf,
Yorkshire, grocer—J. Smith, High Holborn, bookseller
—T. Smith, High-street, Lambeth, smith—J. J. Clare,
Liverpool, grocer.

PARTNERSHIPS DISSOLVED.

J. L. Barnard and IL Belcher, Lower Edmonton, wine-

merchants—T. and J. Atkinson, Shaw Mills, Ripon,
Yorkshire, flax-spinners—W. and W. F. Palmer, Lough-
borough, Leicestershire, grocers—J., H., H., and J. Bir-
ley, Manchester, merchants—J., H. H., and J. Birley,
and B. Kirk, Manchester, cotton-spinners—A. Molyneux,
Lower Tooting, and J. Molyneux, Merton Bridge, Surrey,
plumbers—F. and F. Drake, sen. and jun., Norwich,
grocers—J. and W. Cawley, Runcorn, Cheshire, slate-
merchants—E. B. H. Dobbin and N. Mudford, Shoe-
lane, geld and silver-platers—H. and D. Bunn, and L.
Irven, Sackville-street, Dublin, haberdashers—J. and W.
Doyle, High-Holborn, metal sash manufacturers—R. Holt,
and S. and R. H. Lomax, Rochdale, Lancashire, cotton-
spinners—B. and G. Smith, John-street, Marylebone,
furnishing undertakers—A. Deardon and M. Molineux,
Chorlton-row, Lancashire, pawnbrokers—S. J. and E.
Hooton, Manchester, seedsmen—W. B. and M. Dawes,
Bolton-le-Moors, Lancashire, common brewers—R. J. and
A. Struthers, and J. Strang, Greenhead, Glasgow, brewers

—E. S. Green and J. Williamson, Runcorn, Cheshire,
joiners—J. and H. Verey, Regent-street, hosiers—J. and
H. Verey, and G. Brown, Princes-street, Hanover-square,
tailors—R. Ingleby and J. Jones, Wood-street, silk-
manufacturers—W. Howard and J. Firth, Old-street, St-
Luke's, co partners—D. and W. Wood, Derby, coal-
dealers—J. Hewson and R. S. Harvey, Lincoln, surgeons
—W. Forrester, J. B. Robinson, and R. Whittington,
Leicester, manufacturers of woollen yarn—J. Felton, T.
Murcott, and J. S. Needham, Hinckley, Leicestershire,
machine-makers—B. Carrill, J. Jones, and P. Boylance,
Hollingworth, Cheshire, paper-manufacturers—J., W.,
and P. Jones, Manchester, tea-dealers---W. Clarke and J.
Moore, Leadenhall-street, woollen-drapers—J. Collins,
Danthorpe, Holderness, and W. Harrison, Keyingbam
Marsh, Holderness, Yorkshire, farmers—T. Steele and J,
Andrew, Congleton, Cheshire, rope-manufacturers—R.
G. Attwood and C. Poulter, Western Exchange, Bend-
street, jewellers—W. Gale and C. Stokes,Bethnal-green- road,
undertakers—M. Benson and E. Strutt, Hammersmith,
dealers—B. Coombe and J. Hallas, Manchester, wire-
drawers—J. R. and J. Rushton, Liverpool, merchants.

AN AMERICAN FLAT-FISH.—An Ameri-
can, writing home to a friend, told him that the most
wonderful thing he had hitherto observed in England was
the perfect coolness and impudence with which he had
heard a man offer for sale a place in Holland. He had
heard a man with a basket of fish cry, " Buy my fine
Dutch plaice !" In America, it appears, they are only
called by the general name of flat-fish.

A CENSUS OF SURNAMES.--Some time ago
we made known the astounding fact (on the authority of
RonsoN's Directory) that there were no less than 549 per-
sons of the name of SMITH carrying on business in this
good city of London. From the same source we have dis-
covered that the JONES'S (the name next in request)
amount to 296; the WILLIAMS'S to 209, besides 23 WIL.-
LIAMSONS ; while the JoinisoNs "toil after them in vain,"
being able to muster no more than 168. The most com-
mon colours among the London tradesmen are BROWN, of
which name there are 254 firms; GREERs which, with its
accompaniments of GREENWOODS, GREENIIILLS,
cREEN-
FIELDS, &c., can show 173 ; and WHITE, with WHITE:
YIELDS, WHITEHEADS, &c., who top the GREENS, their
number being 152.

MAGAZINE DAY.

81, A CKWOOD'S MAGAZINE.

A very amusing and varied number, more I
temperate than usual in its politics, and conse-
quently more likely to be treated with attention
by its readers. The first article is from the
avowed pen of Mr. John Galt, the well-known
author of the " Ayrshire Legatees" and the
" Annals of the Parish." It is entitled "My
Landlady and her Lodgers," and, so far as we
can at present perceive—for the portion here pub-
lished consists only of the four first chapters—is
hardly worthy the acknowledged and versatile
talents of its author. It seems likely to want
variety, as well of incident as character. " First
and Last,—First and Last Love," by the late
Editor of the Courier, and the author of that
wild romance the " Five Nights of St. Alban's,"
is a prettyish tale, prettily enough conceived,
and executed. It is the very thing to please the
ladies, and this is no slight recommendation.
" Review of the last Session of Parliament" is a
temperate, but decidedly and hopelessly ultra-
Tory comment on the late immortal session. It
is well written, so far as style goes; but in prin-
ciple is detestable and grossly inconsistent. Had
we space, we might point out a dozen flagrant
instances within the compass of nearly as many
pages. " Canting Poetry" is a contemptuous at-
tack on the " opening of the Sixth Seal,"
" Universal Prayer" and so forth. We annex a
specimen of its manner, merely observing, that
with much justice on his side, especially when he
talks of Mr. Montgomery's affectation in having
allowed his portrait to be stuck up like a black
be-whiskered cherub at the front of his book, in
order that people may admire the inspired style
of its beauty ; the Reviewer, yet pushes that justice
at tunes to a degree of very illiberal severity.
The allusion to Mr. Montgomery's attack on
Byron, in particular, is founded on incorrect pre-
mises, Mr. Montgomery having very properly
disclaimed any such idea. Neither has he at-
tacked Napoleon, but merely conceived and set
up, and very justly too, for reprobation, the cha-
racter of a blood thirsty conqueror :-
1 " Did you ever, in the whole course of your experience,
hear such a periwig-pated fellow' tearing a subject to
tatters ?—and yet this is one of the least objectionable
passages; for it seems to me to be neither personal nor
impious, but merely to be fustian and childish. Criticism,
as my friend Samuel Johnson says, disdains to follow a
schoolboy to his common-places. So I shall pass over his
account of the sun and moon expiring—darkness flinging
a pall upon the world, so that not a ray was on the
earth, the straining eye of man to gladden with its gentle-
ness!' and also the innumerable quantity of compound
words with which he has thought proper to enlarge the
English language. Who in the world ever heard of such
phrases as heav'n-vault, turf-sod, heav'n-paths, heav'n-
flash, heav'n.shout ' and others still more contemptible
and ridiculous? In this noble phraseology, be is either
followed or preceded by his brother ranter, Montgomery;
and, indeed, there is a great similarity in the design be-
tween these two illustrious authors. Both, for instance,
with a modesty highly to be commended in such tremen-
dous bards, have given a short-hand account of the trial
of all mankind at the judgment-seat. Buonaparte
flourishes in great style—in the one he is the hero of a
most melting story, in which he first figures as a demi-
god, and says to listening armies, go ye forth and bring
me such a crown'—and then as a victim, Him carried
they, the jealous race of man, him in his helpnessness
when all alone'—and put him on the top of St. Helena,
which is described as bearing a very striking resemblance
to the mast of a ship. But the other carries it with a
still loftier hand, and he, a young man with his milk-and-
water-looking head stuck in the frontispiece of his book,
looking as contented as primness and affectation will al-
low, the author of the Omnipresence of the Deity, a pre-
sumptuous poem in rhyme, and of the Universal Prayer,
another presumptuous poem in blank verse, talks in weak
and bombastic lines as familiarly of Napoleon Buonaparte,
as maids of fifteen do of puppy-dogs,' and sets him down
at once as ' one among the legions of the damned.'—
Byron is served no better, for his soul, too, by a new,
and in the English language unheard-of mode of con-
veyance, wing'd to the dwelling of the damn'd.' Mr.
Montgomery may say that Byron and Buonaparte are net
meant in this libellous and most unchristian poem ; but I
must inform him, that merely concealing the name is no
defence against a charge of personality. If I were to
describe a young man vainly puffed up with an idea of his
own poetical powers—a person who, by an inflated style,
, endeavours to hide a poverty of ideas—whose only images
are drawn, with the most sickening monotony, from the
sea, the wind, and the sun—whose attempts at the su-
blime, like vaulting ambition, overleap themselves, and
fall o' the other side—whose affectation of piety, luckily
for him is too absurd to be any thing but ridiculous—
and, finally, whose works cannot be ushered into the world
without a portrait of the author, to show what a prim
and prejink-looking fellow has written a book ; if I were
to write all this, surely, although I never mentioned his
name, and even disclaimed all personality in the preface,
' nobody would believe that I meant any one but Mr.
Robert Montgomery ?"