The Sun.
London, England, 1842-05-02 00:00:00

on Gray's Elegy is.sound, and neatly expressed, and
his general character as a poet rightly appreciated.
lie was a man of more judgment than genins=niore.
erudition than imagination. Fe w real ly original pas-
sages are to be met with in his poems ; he WftS a pro-
digious borrower of the thoughts and images hf
others; but as he derived his allusions from the most
various and distant sources, and i_,4l the rare tact to
melt them down, end mingle them harmoniously with
his own conceptions, it is not. without considerable
difficulty and research that the extent of his loans can
be discovered. " May-day in the Country,:and-Atay-
day in Town ". is a seasonable article,' full of pteasure-
able descriptions and reminiscences. Pe Re Nretti-:
culari " is a lively account of the origin.and.progress
of coach-making, mixed up with learned, ckut.7of-the-
way references, and quaint matches of humour. The
writer wields a ready pen, and has proditeed-,, a ,very
agreeable, rambling essay. The " Preniierat Home
and Abroad" is not amiss, so far rr ,mere manner is
concerned, but it is far too enthusiastic in praise of
Sir Robert -Peel, who is by no,mutins-a. ",1 leaven-
born Minister," notwithstanding, .1-Lis. Income-tax,
which—to our thinking—hai, been suggested in a
quarter very remote indeed from. Ilea-rent , The
"Enchanted. Postilion " is a capital tr:story._ We
subjoin'a sketch of a scape-grace,, Tint Ryan, who is
always getting himself into trouble :
Tim Ryan laud got into a scrape: h had borrowed a
gun, and one fine morning, as he w:-.s sporting about in
his master's (Lord Kilskiddery's) plantations, he espied
a hare sitting in her form. Tim could not withstand the
temptation of the- divil that superintends field-sports, and
he shot the hare. On the report of the gun, Mr. Michael
Oregan, gamekeeper to my Lord Viscount Kaskiddery,
dilicrbently dodged about until he c?..ught Tim Ryan with
the hare -thrust up behind his, jacket, and tightly but-
toned up; and there it lay, the length of Tim's spine,
1 he a gipsy child a-pick-a-back, and would never have
been discovered at all, if the dog's that followed the
gamekeeper had not. been very fidgetty about Tim's per-
son, which occasioned Michael Oreg,atfs eye to turn in
that direction, when he descried the tail of the hare just
onerging betaVixt the skirts of Tim's coat, having been
squeezed out by the extraordinary pressure. Th: zealous
gamekeeper, who was no friend to Tim, laid hold'of him,
and, ripping up his buttoning in a trice, puss fell to the
ground. "'Ye villin!" he exelaimed, "ye ve been depre-
dating my Lord's presarves." Tim Ryan attempted to
excuse himself,by informing the gamekeeper, " that the
hare had jumped tip his back of its own accord, to hide it-
self. bccaase he heard a gun discharged."
Mr. Oregan shook his • :head, and implied that he did
not give perfect credence to this asseveration.
" Tim Ryan," said the honest gamekeeper, " if so be
as you'll give me a tinpenny, I'll not develoPe to my Dird
Viscount Kilskiddery that you poached his game."
Tim was indignant. " Ah, bathershin, Mike, an 'you
know I haven't got a tinpenny in the world!"
Oregan went away with the hare, and reported the
whole matler to his Lordship.
On the following morning, Lord Kilskiddery, in the
presence of Captain O'Halloran (who breakfasted with
hint), summoned poor Tim Ryan to a private examina-
tion, having made notes of the evidence of the game-
keeper. He sternly asked his postilion, how lie dared to
destroy his game?
" Plaise 'your Lordship's honour and glory," replied
TiM, " I shot the hare by accident."

" By accident," remarked Captain O'llalloran.
" By accident," continued the po3tilion. " I was firing
at a bush, and the beast ran across my aim, all of his
own accord."

"The gamekeeper. tells a different story," replied his
Lordship.... •
" OA! don't put. faith in what that man sap," said
Tim .Ryan, " when. he :niver can's about 'spaking the
truth my how. He tould me, t'other day, yer Lordship
was not so fit to fill the chair of justice as ajackass!"
Ay, ay," exclaimed Viscount - Kilskiddery, " indeed,
-and what did you say?" . -
" .Plaise yer Lordship, I said yer Lordship was."