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

SES-( CONTINUED.)

RENTLEYS MISCELLANY.

Marcllion,--s, of T3rinviliets, the Poisoner of

•;,, 17th Cetoury, a Romance of Old Paris," chapters 22,
n,.-1 24, Mr. Albert Snail h very ably sustains the in-
ten-4 of tilt, highly-wrought story. We are glad to fall
in, again, with some of his notes on the topography of
Paris, under the aspects which it may be supposed to
have exhibited at the date of his story. The Hotel de
Clam.), is very picturesquely conceived and well made
out ; and the debauched revels within its walls, in which
Lauzun, the Abte. Dubois, and other historical profli-
gates figure, afford Situations of fearful interest for the
exhibition of the beautiful, but guilty heroine of the tale,
and her paramour, Sainte Croix. John Leech's illustra-
tion, of which the subject is the unexpected rencontre of
these parties with the miscreant. Exili, is capital, both in
drawing and conception. The poetry of W. Y. 8.,
Will Jones, the Rev. NV. Flower, &c., is generally good.
We have ton little respect for professional criticism—
that is the opinion of actors upon the acting of their con-
temporaries—to he much disappointed at the poverty of
Mr. Carter's Outpourings;" but there is one racy scene
in them which is worth giving. It is as follows—the
scene is laid at the Crow-street Theatre, Dublin :
" But when a new Lord and Lady Lieutenant visited the
theatre fur the first time, Pat's peculiarities became most
diverting.
" Pat Mooney !' shouts a voice in the gallery.
" Halloo !' answers Pat, from the opposite side.
Voice—Can you see 'em, Pat? (Meaning the Lord and
Lady Lieutenant. )
" Pat Mooney—l can.
" Voice—Well, what's he like?

" Pat Alooncy—Oh, mighty like a grazier or middle-man.
Any way, he has got a good long nose of his own.—(Loud
laughter, in which his Lordship joins.)
" Voice—ls he clever, think you?
" Pat Mooney—l'd lie sorry to make him sinse• keeper.
(Laughter arain.)
" Voice—Does he look good-natured?

" Pat Mooney.—Wel, he does. and enjoys a joke, too—
Heaven bless him !—like a gentleman as he is.
Voice—Then we'll not have to send him back?

" Pat Mooney—No, I don't think we shall. We may get a
worse.—( Roars of laughter.) They say he's mighty generous,
and me-ms to spend his money amongst us like a prince.
" Gallery—Bravo ! bravo ! We'll keep him, then—we'll
keep him. Three cheers, lads—three cheers for the Lord-
Lieutenant !—( Cheers and laughter.)
Vo'c,—V ell, and what's she like, Pat?
" Pat Mooney—Oh. nothing particular. She'd not frighten
a horse.—(Roars, her Ladyship joining. )
" Voiee—ls she tall?

" Pat Mooney—Wait till she stands up.
Voie--May be she's stout, Pat?
" Pat Mooney—Faix ! you may say that. It isn't the likes
of her lives on buttermilk —(Roars.)
" Voice—D'ye think she's good-natured?
" Pat Mooney—Oh, I'll engage she is. She has the raal
flood in her, and there's plenty of it.—( Roars, and Bravo !'
from the gallery.)
Many Voices—She'll do, then, Pat?
"Pat Mooney—Och ! she will—she will. I'll engage for
her Ladyship.
" Voices—We may keep her then, may we.
" P..t Mooney-06 ! the longer the better—the longer the
b..tter.—(ll,,ais.) It's her Lacll ship that'll speak the good
word LT the man that's in thruf,ble. and never let the dement
woman want, that's in the straw—God Wes; her !

" Ga.!. i.ri...—Bravo bravo ! Three cheers for her Ladyship !
—three cheere for the Lady Lieutenant!—(Cheers and
laughter.

Pat Wow), (seeing the Lord Mayor)—My sowl to ye !
Dan Fibnagan, is that you ?

" Gallery—Ah ah Is that you. Dan Finnagan?—is that
ou ? ( H isses and laughter. )
•' Pat Mouney—Faix ! it's good for the likes of us to see you
Down among the gintry there, Dan Finnagan !—( A loud laugh,
at which his Lordship does not seem particularly pleased.)
:eh I you needn't look up so sour at us Many's the good
time you've sat up here yourself;—you know it is, ye ould
vinegar brittle !—( Roars.)
"6 Voice—Sure the world's gore will void you, any way
Dan Finnagan. Ye hadn't them white kid gloves
" Pat Mooney—No, nor that grand cocked hat there—
" Voice--No, nor that white wand, ye cormorant ! when
you kept the chandler-shop, and cheated Mike Kelly out of a
farden's-worth of pipes, and
" Gallery—Ah ! ah ! Who cheated Mike Kelly?—who
cheated Mike Kelly?—(Great confusion, during which the
orchestra strikes up. )"

" Mary, Queen of Scots and Lord Brougham " is a
critical refutation of the opinion adapted by Hume, and
vindicated on singularly insufficient grounds by Lord
Brougham, of the guilt of Mary, touching the mysterious
,:if her weak and profligate husband, Darnley. Of
this .thd all the other high crimes alleged in her licetime
against the unfortunate, but bigoted, Queen of Scotland,
we should suppose that no candid reader—now that
Prince Lubanoff has given to the world the completion
(-.f his Lang and laborious, but must satisfactory, investi-
gation into her history—whi hesitate fully to acquit the
ill-starred .mother of our first James. An interesting
memoir of the late Rev. R. 11. Barham is accompanied
by a. good likeness of our lost "Thomas Ingoldsby,"
and a pretty ballad by the same gifted writer, now, aims'.
mute within the tomb. Mrs. Rower's "Story of a Pic-
ture" is a clever trifle.

THE OXFORD AND CAMBRIDGE REVIEW.
A grave number, but containing mutter more interest
ing than the table of contents would seem to promise.
The papers follow in this order:—" Ireland—the Endow-
ment of the Catholic Clergy ;" " Wealth and Want," a
review of Mr. D. Urquhart's work ; " The Progress of
Organic Chemistry ;" " Adolphus's History of England."
Latitudinarianism" is a severe critique upon a " Bill to
lliT Majesty to Endow New Colleges for the ad-
1-anc,'m •7'n t cif Learning in lrebn I;" " M moirs of the Lady
Hester Stanhope"; (" eke! jam sates"----we are tempted
to ~?:volaim, This endless lady will be the death of us). A
iew of " Etudes sur les Orateurs ; par Timon,
9:A) is made a vehicle for a severe, but not alto-
dliberal estimate and analysis of the political cha-
,,,,A,7,r an 1110 forewirt pretensions of Earl Grey. With
eg.:',rd to ihe latter, its eulegium is at once unqualified,
a!,k, end e!”bortte. We have been both amused and
staz•twd by the following passage in the article on
W:‘.11,.1) Wa72t:7— . -

111;. Urquhart's defence of villenage is able arn4 successful ;
and those who object to it that the t.-rm itself proclaims that it
was 00 the inhabitants of towns, riles, who enjoyed its bene-
fits and that consequently the rural population was in a state of
slavery, nverlook the fact that to every village or hamlet, how-
ever small, the term was applied ; indeed. up to this day, in the
midland counties, '° town' is the appellation invariably given
by the common people to every coriere'tation of cottages ' • and
Mr. Urqnhart's assertion that England was divided into
makes. ,men, rust. es, or villeins, and slaves, just as to-day
England might he said to be divided into esqu'res, tennants,
labonrers and convicts,' is t.rne Out by the tesults of the re-
searches of such men as Sir Frincis Eden and Sir Francis
Paigrave. The truth is that the feudal systrm was the most
perfect form of society that the world has seen since the
theocracy rd the Jews ceased ; for in it privileges depended
upon the performances of duties, whereas now they are too
commooly regarded as a ground of immunity from it. Lands
were granted, honours conferred ; but it was not for the ex-
altation of the unit so much as for the benefit and defence of
the community."