The Sun.
London, England, 1829-12-01 00:00:00

:DEPARTURES.

Count Sabonlousky, from Dover-;;;, for Paris; Lord Lil-
ford, from Berkeley-street, for his seat, Lilford Hall, North-
amptonshire; J. Carpenter, Esq. from the British Hotel, Jer.
myn-street, for Paris; J. Symmons, Esq. from ditto, for Ox-
ford; James Daly, Esq. M.P. from the Burlington Hotel, for
Ireland; Estcourt, Esq. M.P. from ditto, for Hertford.
shire; - Cholmely, Esq. from ditto, for Paris ; James Lave-
sey, Esq. from ditto, for Hertfordshire; Lord M. Hill, from
Arlington street, for Hatfield; Sir D. and Lady Goold, from
Hertfordshire, for Brighton ; Sir Roger and Lady Sophia Gres-
ley, from the Marquis of Londonderry's seat, near Durham, on
a visit to E. J. Littleton's, Esq. M.P. Staffordshire • Colonel
and Mrs. W. It. Gilbert, from Leamington, Warwickshire, for
Melton Mowbray ; W. Roebuck, Esq. from Morley's Hotel,
Cockspur-street, for Canterbury ; - Cornish,gsq. from ditto,
for Maidstone; - Hackett, Esq. from ditto, for ditto; Mr.
and Mrs. J. Heath, from Grosvenor-street, for their seat in
Norfolk.

It is not expected that his MAJESTY will
hold a Council at Windsor during the present week, as pre-
viously repotted.

The Duke of WELLINGTON, the Earl of
ABERDEEN, and the other members of the Cabinet, are ex-
pected to return to town to-morrow, from Woburn Abbey,
the seat of the Duke of BEDFORD.

In the garden of Mr. WYNDHAM, M.P. for
Salisbury, there are peas now in bloom, from which a dish
of this hitherto summer vegetable is expected to be produced
on Christmas day.
Mr. PEEL has addressed a circular letter to
most of the public hospitals, desiring to know upon what
terms they will accommodate such of the new Police who
mad• be from time to time upon the sick list.

The living of St. Sepulchre is now vacant by
the death of the Rev. B. D. SHACKLEFORD, D.D.

Dean BURROWES, of Cork, has indignantly
denied that he went off to Ferns to assist the Lord Bishop,
as is asserted in the letter of Lord MOUNTCASHEL.

Two officers of artillery, Captains D- and
A-, who were dismissed the Army for refusing to salute
the Host when passing their regiments at Malta, hare taken
orders, and are now preaching at Guernsey and other places.

Mr. MOORE, we are assured, receives from
Aft. MURRAY no less a sum than 6,000/. for his forth-
coming " Life of Lord Byron." This is pretty well, con-
sidering that the really authentic life of the Noble Poet, it
is pretty well known, was committed to the flames.

MEMOIRS OF BOLIVAR.—The work just
published under this title is remarkable for containing far
more of personal incident and of individual traits of cha-
racter than has been yet exhibited in any narrative, treat.
ing of the active and chequered struggles in South Ame-
rica. All the chieftains and prominent men, whom those
struggles called forth, are sketched from the life, and
shown under the most effective contrasts. On the pa-
triot side are displayed the Liberator himself, with his
very peculiar habits of mind and disposition—MAßlNNe,
his associate Dictator—PAEz, the swarthy and savage
commander of the Llaneros, or men of the plain--Ad-
-mica! BRION, the mild but consistent supporter of freedom
—Pun, the victim of a cruel fate—llEamunEs, SE-
DENNO, MONAGAS, DIEGO, &c., besides several of our
own countrymen, distinguished as well for their enter-
prising courage as their endurance of hardships :—On
the side of the Spaniards, hltramo, the cruel and in-
flexible, the daring and impetuous Bovas, with his band
of black desperadoes, called " the infernal division"—
the weak and superstitious MowTEVERDE—the stern bar-
barian, MortaLEs ; and various other persons who have
attained a " bad eminence" among the champions of op-
pression.

The Siamese youths, when at a theatre in
America, saw, among the spectators, a man with only one
eye, on which they are said to have wittily remarked, that
he ought only to pay half price for what he saw.
STATE OF TRADE.—Twelve months have
elepsed since we warned our readers to prepare for a de-
pression of prices, which would be attended with most
ruinous consequences to every one engaged in business.
During all that time, though we looked anxiously around
for symptoms of improvement, and would have hailed
with pleasure even the slightest indication of a change for
the better, whenever we had to report on the state of trade
we have been compelled, by regard to truth, to notice de-
pression rather than amendment. This week we hoped to
alter our tone a little. Great sales of cotton had taken
place, it was said almost entirely to consumers, and the
prices of some descriptions of goods are said to have
risen. On careful inquiry, however, we are reluctantly
forced back to our previous conclusions, that prices have
not yet accommodated themselves to the altered value of
the currency, and that we have yet much distress to en-
counter before arriving at the lowest 1eve1....../flanchester
Times.

MAGAZINE DAY.

MONTHLY MAGAZINE.

We regret to perceive that this otherwise ad-
mirable Magazine still keeps up its old war-cry
of " rebellion, heresy, and schism." The pass-
ing of the Catholic Question has driven it abso-
lutely frantic, and the effects show themselves in
every possible variety of shape. The opening
article, though it has a strong taint of this qua-
lity about it, is uncommonly vigorously written,
That on the " Greek Church," by the same
master-spirit evidently, is not open to the same
objection, and may consequently be praised to
the extent that it deserves. " Notes on the
Month" are eloquent, discursive, lively, and
satirical, as usual. " Memoirs of a Bashful
Irishman" is an extravaganza, descriptive of an
honest Hibernian adventurer, who has been
ruined by excessive diffidence. The hero, in
the course of his career, has, it seems, been
actor, author, bigamist, newspaper writer, and
quack doctor. In describing his dramatic life,
he gives the following adventure, that occurred
to him while a resident near Limerick :
" But by far the most amusing adventure that befel us,
was one which took place at a village barn near Limerick.
We had announced for representation a melo-drama, in
which was to be introduced—painted expressly for the oc-
casion—a view of the Lakes of Killarney. The announce-
ment took prodigiously, and on the appointed night, the
house was crowded to suffocation. So far all was well ;
but, unluckily, just at the moment when we were preparing
to draw up the curtain, we discovered that our scene-
painter, in revenge for some real or fancied affront offered
him by the manager, had inoculatedithe entire landscape
with pitch ; and, not content with this lively sample of
independence, had actually eloped from the scene of action,
and, accompanied by the treasurer, carried off with him
the night's proceeds, Here was a pretty dilemma What,
in the name of fortune, was to be done? This question
we kept perpetually asking each other, but, alas ! not one
of us could answer it.
"Meantime the audiencebecame clamorous fer the curtain
to draw up. Oaths, squalls, shouts of laughter and threats
of vengeance, rung in every direction, and even the orches-
tra—notwithstanding it consisted of two fiddles and a
hurdy-gurdy—failed to allay the storm. In this predica-
ment our manager proposed an appeal to the audience.
But here again a difficulty presented itself. Who was to
be the spokesman?—Each declined the honour in favour
of the other, until, at length, it was resolved nem. con.,
that we should, all of us, attempt our escape out of a
window in the rear of the stage, such being the only secret
mode of exit that presented itself. The manager was the
first to make the experiment, and being, in consequence of
the failure of the last year's crop of potatoes, of a thin
spare habit, he succeeded to his heart's content. The rest
followed in rotation, until it came to the manager's wife's
turn, who, unlike her husband, was an immensely fat
woman, of singular exuberance in the rear, and who con-
sequently stuck fast in the window with her neck and
and shoulders out, but the rest of her person hanging sus-
pended over the stage. In this grotesque condition she
kicked, shoved, and strove to wriggle herself through the
aperture, but in vain, her obe,ity put a veto on all hopes
of emancipation. I think I weer saw a closer fit : she
seemed actually made for the window.
" At this juncture I was the only one left upon the
stage. There was evidently no chance of escape; so, as a
last resource—for the audience had now become furious—l
resolved to make a virtue of necessity, and indulge them
with the promised exhibition. Summoning, therefore,
the orchestra to my assistance, I bid them strike up " St.
Patrick's Day," and then ringing a dustman's bell, which
our manager had borrowed for the use of the prompter,
drew up the curtain, advanced in front of the stage, made
a profound obeisance, and, pointiri to the lady who still
hung wriggling from the window, exclaimed aloud, 'Ladies
and Gentlemen, behold a view of the Lakes of Killarney.'
Whether the likeness struck them or not, I connot say, but
but certainly, never was any appeal so electrical.—
The whole audience burst into shouts of laughter ; nor was
peace restored until they had testified the excess of their
satisfaction by a general engagement, in the bustle of
which I effected any escape. How the manager's wife
effected her's, I know not; possibly she is sticking in the
window to this hour."

In his capacity of quack doctor, the follow-
ing circumstances take place, with which we
must cut the Irishman and the Magazine toge-
ther :

" But brighter days were in store for me. After try-
ing, without success, a variety of original nostrums, I at
length hit upon one which procured me immediate noto-
riety. I allude to my Elixir Vita, or infallible resuscitat-
ing balsam, a medicine which was compounded, in nearly
equal portions, of bark, brick-dust, gin, and gunpowder,
boiled over a slow fire, and tinctured with Scotch snuff._
This inestimable specific brought a world of patients to my
shop. The bark was of so bracing a nature, the brick-
dust so cleansing, the gin so soothing, the gunpowder so
stimulating in its effects, that no matter what the disorder
might be, one ingredient or the other was sure to remove
it. Now and then, indeed, it was my lot to lose a patient :
and once, I remember, an old farmer died before he bad
well finished his fourth draught ; but these were particular
cases, and in which it was satisfactorily proved that I had
been called in too late.

" Among the number of my patients was a red-faced
little exciseman, whose countenance, whenever he stooped
to tie his shoe strings, made a point of looking like a mul-
berry. This annoyed him exceedingly, for he fancied him-
self an Adonis, and accordingly applied to me for relief,
who at once prescribed copious doses of the Elixir, together
with periodical blood-lettings. Unfortunately, his disease
was beyond the power of medicine; for notwithstanding
he took a hearty draught every day, and was bled at least
three times a week, he grew gradually but perceptibly
worse. The gunpowder, I rather suspect, disagreed with
him, inasmuch as he went off one morning like a shot,
after having taken it twice during the night in powders.

" Another of my patients was an attorney, a nervous
man, though impudent, and much disliked in the neigh-
bourhood. He, too, for a time, derived benefit from my
Elixir, and was even fast advancing towards a perfect re-
covery, when he broke his leg by a fall from a stage-
coach. Amputation was the inevitable result—a job which
I was called in to perform, and which I went through
with such surprising dexterity, that nothing was wonting
to make it a complete affair, except that the patient hap-
pened to die during the operation. His death was laid to
my account, but, singularly enough, so far from injuring,
it did me incalculable service. I was looked on as a sort
of Brutus, who had destroyed the village Caesar ; and
though, with all humility, I declined the flattering dis-
tinction, yet my neighbours still persisted in giving me the
credit of the assassination. In the excess of their grati-
tude they even went so far as to propose purchasing me a
piece of plate, on which was to be engraven the full par-
ticulars of the attorney's death ; but my modesty, together
with the reluctance of any respectable tradesman to trust
them, effectually put a stop to the proposition.
" It was about a fortnight, or perhaps three weeks, after
this accident, that I was called in to attend the parish
clerk, who, it seems, had not quite recovered the effects of
the medicine which he had swallowed instead of his mare,
I feund him in a high state of fever—tongue dry and
furred—skin parched=face flushed—pulse above a hun-
dred. Of course I instantly administered my Elixir, the
gin of which, to say nothing of the gunpowder, wrought a
quick and obvious effect. Still no decided improvement
was perceptible ; indeed he rather fell off than otherwise.
In this ticklish condition I advised him to call in a physi-
cian. Luckily he took my advice ; I say luckily, inasmuch
as the worthy doctor approved of all that I had done ;
and, after feeling the patient's pulse, pronounced him in a
queer way, and then retired with me into an inner room
for the purpose of consulting on the case. The following,
so far as I can recollect, is the substance of this consul ta-
tion:

" Little business doing here, hey, Mr. O'Blarney ?'
Very little, indeed, doctor.'
" He ! he ! he! 'tie no laughing matter though, hey,
Mr. O'Blarney ?' and the: lively gentleman wound up his
joke by pegging me in the ribs with his knuckle, 'till he
made me roar again. After a few further observations, in
the course of which we discussed the state of the crops, of
politics, the sub-letting Act, and Protestant ascendancy,
we returned into the patient's chamber, where the doctor
wrote down a prescription, with the promise that its effects
would be speedily visible.
rt And they were so. Early next morning, while the
sun was yet faintly tipping the neighbouring. hills with
silver, the parish clerk awoke from a short and disordered
sleep,
inquired after his wife, and family, gave them the
paternal benediction, sunk back into torpor, slept with his
fathers, and was not.
This very awkward finale, which would never have oc•

eurred had the invalid stuck courageously by my elixir
gave a coup de yrtica to my celebrity. Henceforth I be-
gan to be calumniated exactly in the same proportion that
I had been praised. My elixir was pronounced a quackery
my abilities a humbug, Indeed, so strongly did the vil,
capricious, fluctuating current of public opinion set it
against me, that, whenever any one quitted Ballynahrogur
for heaven, bis neighbours would, one and all, declare hr
had died by the visitation of the doctor. Even the sexton
was once heard to assert, that if I remained much longer
in the neighbourhood, the whole population would becore
subterranean—a dull joke, but quite good enough for s
grave-digger. Did I reply to such vulgar ribaldry?—
No ; in the firm consciousneFs of worth, I preserved an
indignant silence, until at length, driven to despair by the
repeated attacks on my private, no less than on my
public character, I one night turned my back on the village,
leaving my respected wife behind me, as agent for the sale
of my elixir, and set out in a hurry for Dublin."