The Sun.
London, England, 1829-02-23 00:00:00

Sir WALTER SCOTT.-As a specimen of
the notes in the new edition of the novels, we may quote
one on " the Kind Gallows of Crieff," mentioned in
Waverley. " This celebrated gibbet was, in the memory
of the last generatiQn, still standing at the western end o
the town of Crieff, in Perthshire. Why it was called the
hind gallows, we are unable to inform the realer with
certainty; but it is alleged that the Highlanders used to
touch their bonnet.' as they passed a place which had been
fatal to many of their countrymen, with the ejaculation—
' God bless her nain sell, and the Teil tamn you !' It may
therefore have been called kind, as being a sort of native
or kindred place of doom to those who suffered there, as
in fulfilment of a natural destiny."—Literary Gazette.

On Friday, John Fullerton, Esq. advocate,
presented his Majesty's letter to the Court of Session, (the
whole Judges sitting in the First Division), appointing him
a Judge of that Court, itt room of the Hon. John Clerk,
Lord Eldin, resigned. After the letter was read, Mr. Ful-
lerton retired as Lord Probationer, along with Lord Core-
house, to the Outer House to hear an ordinary action,
which he afterwards reparted, and, on Tuesday, he took
the oaths and his seat, taking the designation of Lord Ful-
lerton.— Tipperary Free Press.

THE LAST NEW BULL.—A correspondent
informs us that lately, travelling in a stage coach with two
strangers, one of them from the Green isle, the conversa-
tion turned on the West-port murders. It then diverged
to the various schemes for supplying the dissecting table,
body stealing, selling, importing, bequeathing, &c.
when the Hibernian remarked " that no method of supply
could be so horrible, as that of taking living people before
they were dead."

Lately died, at Sutton-in-Ashfleld, near Mans-
field, Mrs. Hall, a widow ►ady, of that place : she had a
son, an officer in the army, and who was stationed in the
East Indies, 171,n, he died : the old lady had in her pos-
session several letters from this her son, which she care-
fully kept ,until a short time before her death, when she
put them into the hands of an antiquated lady, a particular
acquaintance, with a solemn injunction that she should
place them in her (Mrs. Hall's) coffin : whe❑ her death
taking place, the female confidant forgot her pledge until
the funeral was over, and then recollecting it, she became
very miserable : fortunately, however, in the course of last
week, an old man, named John Gregory, who had been
letter-carrier between Mansfield and Sutton for more than
forty years, quitted this mortal stage ; and the old lady,
being informed of the event took the letters she had in
charge to the deceased's house, with a particular request
(and which was readily complied with) that they should
be put into the defunct postmaster's coffin, remarking that
" as John Gregory had always been very faithful and trusty
when living, she could not entertiin the least doubt that
he would be equally diligent in the delivery of these letters
to her deceased friend, in the other world ;" and having
seen them safely deposited in John's coffin, she returned
home, happy that she had, though late, redeemed the
pledge she had so solemnly given ! Doncaster Gazette.
LOVE OF nowEßs.--The love of flowers
seems a naturally implanted passion, without any alloy or
debasing object as a motive : the cottage has its pink, its
rose, its polyanthus; the villa its geranium, its dahlia, and
its clematis; we 'cherish them in youth, we admire them
in declining days ; hut, perhaps, it is the early flowers of
spring that always bring with them the greatest degree of
pleasure, and our affections seem immediately to expand at
the sight of the first opening blossom under the sunny wall
or sheltered bank, however humble its race may be. In
the long and sombre months of winter our love of nature,
like the buds of vegetation, seems close and torpid ; but,
like them, it unfolds and reanimates with the opening
year, and we welcome our long-lust associates with a cordia-
lity that no other season can excite, as friends in a fore;gn
clime. The violet of autumn is greeted with none of the
love with which we hail the violet of spring ; it is unsea-
sonable ; perhaps it brings with it rather a thought of me-
lancholy than of joy ; we view it with curiosity, not affec-
tion : and thus the late is not like the early rose. It is
not intrinsic beauty or splendour that so charms us ; for
the lair maids of spring cannot compete with the grander
matrons of the advanced year ; they would he unheeded,
perhaps lost, in the rosy bowers of anunner and of autumn:
no ; it is our first meeting with a bug-lost friend, the re-
viving gins of a natural affection, that so warms us at this
season : to maturity they give pleasure, as a harbinger of
the renewal of lite, a signal of awakening nature, or of
a higher promise ; to youth, they are expanding being,
opening years, hilarity, and joy.—Journal of a Waturalist,