The Sun.
London, England, 1829-01-26 00:00:00

TO THE EDITOR OF THE SUN.

A Hoy !—Have you got stowage-room in your
tight little regularly-sailing vessel you call The Sun,
for a thing or two a Jack Tar can say for himself?,
I've come on land, your Honour, on a bit of a
pleasuring excursion, on leave from my Captain,
that I may see a bit of what's doilig ashore, before I
go off again to sea. It's many a long year since
I've seen Old England; I'm for leaving her again
soon, and I love her dearly. We sailors, your
Honour, seldom trouble our noddles much about the
politics of our country, because we think every man
to his own trade is the fairest play. Howsoever,
when we see false colours hoisted, to diddle the
enemy, why then d—n me if we don't try to bring
the false ones to, and teach them to hold fair play.
Now we knoW a landsman in a -crack : he. looks like
a lubber a league off, and he must run many a knot
along the mast ladder, and see many a choice bit of
nor'-east, before he'll be fit to make a fellow. We
tars are the same : we are the handiest and the
rummest of God's creatures in our line, but we
should soon get deucedly on the wrong tack, if we
were to go and shove the women about at a place
they cull All Smacks, in London town. We can
run a pretty rig on the water, but we should soon
lower the peak of some fine-built young woman, or
taught-►igged dowager, if we came inland amongst
the quality. The sailor, I say, on the sea; the sol-
dier on the land; the parson in his tub; the lawyer
in David's locker, and the doctor to help him there;
the little men with great wits in the lower, and the
big men with little pits in the higher House; the
Minister at his office, and the King, God bless him,
in his Palace, are all at their right moorings ;—but
if any of them break loose, and anchor in each
other's places, then there's the devil to pay. Now,
your Honour, I'm coming to. A on of a gun, as
I find on coming back to my country, has got hold
upon her rudder, who knows no more about steering
than the babe unborn; and as sure as I'm an honest-

---- -
hearted British Tar, born for my country's honour,

and proud to meet every danger in her most holy
cause, the lubber will run her aground before he has
done with her, and split Old England all to shivers.
I am, your Honour's countryman,
Gloucester, Jan. 22. A BRITISH TAR.

We lament to say that great distress prevails
among the working classes of this town, which is now
frightfully aggravated by the inclemency of the season.
Private charity has hitherto done much for its aineliora-
eon, hut it is attaining that extent which will require the
application of means more powerful than any within our-
selves.—Maecleafield Courier.

Lance, the artist, has sold his " Vain Jack-
daw," which was exhibited at the Institution, for one
hundred and fifty guineas, to Mr. Parratt, of Mill-
bank, who has already placed it in his Gallery of Mo-
dern Pictures, many of them of the first class. The
same artist has sold his clever picture, called the " Larder,"
for fifty guineas.

On I'riday, a commission de lunatico inqui-
rendo was executed at the Sheriff's Office, Red Lion-
square, to determine whether Abraham Lewis, of Twyford,
in Berkshire, carpenter, was of unsound mind arid inca-
pable of managing his own affairs. A surgeon proved that
in 1817, Abraham Lewis had been admitted into St.
Luke's; be was then insane, and was afterwards discharged
as incurable. He had since been received into Bethnal-
green Lunatic Asylum, from which be was also dis-
charged as incurable. He continues in the same state.
Several witnesses gave evidence of the lunatic's conduct,
which fully confirmed this opinion, and the Jury re-
turned a verdict that he was of unsound mind since the
Ist of June, 1827.

THE DISAPPEARANCE OF MR. JOSEPH
\Voon, AND DISCOVERY OF THE HUMAN SKELETON AT
WHEATLET.-The further investigation of this case was
resumed on Tuesday last. The Coroner (W. Hurst, Esq,
Ithyor), F. Fisher, Esq. Town Clerk, the Jurors, and a
considerable number of gentlemen and inhabitants, assent-
bled at the Mansion-house at ten o'clock, when, after a
long and patient investigation, the Jury delivered their ver-
dict; that " the evidence, although strong, is not sufficiently
conclusive to warrant them in saying that the bones are
those of Mr. Joseph Wood ; nor does it appear in what
manner, or by wham, the bones of this unknown person
were deposited in the stack-yard at Wheatley." On being
interrogated by Mr. Fisher, thuy further expressed their
belief, which the evidence induced, that Mr. Joseph Wood
I,cep murdered ; 44(1, without besitatip,n, pronounced
the bones discovered to be, according to the evidence,
bones of a wale -11‘eletoo.