The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1841-07-30 00:00:00

LIST OF PASSENGERS PER BRITANNIA

To Halifax from Boston.—F. B. Crowninshield, J. A.
Lowell, John Lowell, J. B. Bland, Mr. and Mrs. Robinson,
S. W. Rodinan, Chas. Benjamin, J. Howe and Lady, Mrs.
Chas. Twining, two Misses Twining, A. H. Taylor, Amass
Manton, two Misses Manton, George Wilson, Joseph Ro-
binson and lady, child and servant, William Robinson, J. B.
Eastman, Chas. Upham, Geo. Winslow, John Benson, Mrs.
Mary Fisher, G. Seely.
To Liverpool from Boston.—Fitz Henry Homer, Mrs.
Homer and child, Mr. and Mrs. Thos. Dixon, Miss Dixon,
George Jeeves, W. C. Gillibrand and Lady, F. W. Cobden,
Robert Barclay, M. Halmez, (missed passage at Halifax,)
A. Geddes, H. M. Grant and Lady, James E. Anderson,
Henry Bartlett, Thomas Samson, Charles O'Connor,
William Neaves, Roger Stewart, Alexander Gordon, Henry
Anderson, Lieutenant J. B. Neil, E. Hathaway, jun., M.
Wolff, W. C. Smellie, Mrs. Whittingham, M.D. D. Abedie,
E. Mendlove, Charles Clegg, John C. Rust, James
Reira, W. Mitchelson, Peter Maxwell, Win. Holmes, Laun-
celot Bew, Nathan Dunn, Wm. F. Reed, Mr. Birkli, John
Curtis, Andrew Hayes, Mr. Evans and child, J. B. Kenrick,
servant to H. M. Grant, John Wilson, John F. Rachean, J.
F. Heath, C. M. Mauzanto and Son, A. MacCallum, R.
Rowley, John Swaine, A. H. Abrams and Son, R. H. Cum-
ming, G. R. Kennedy and Lady, Benjamin Babington, A.
Greenshield.

To Liverpool from Halifax.—Mr. and Mrs. Cannon,
Mr. John Black, Mr. and Mrs. Male, Mr. P. Nordbeck,
Mrs. Stewart, Rev. Mr. Caughey, Mr. Harrison, Mr.
Jos. Cade, Mr. E. Oliver, Mr. Lake, Captain Haggart,
Mr. Smith, Lysons, Major Smith, Mrs. Lake,
Mr. Lydiard, Mr. Blanchard, Mr. Moore, Mr. Robson,
Mr. Jardine, Mr. Ritchie and Lady, Miss Strang, two chil-
dren and servant, Mr. Kenney, Mr. Horrocks, Mr. Jeffery,
Mr. J. Ramsay, Lieut.-Col. Haynes, Mr. P. MacGowan,
Mr. Gilmour, Mr. Breckell, Mr. Hill, Captain Hope, Mr.
Burrage.

THE QUEEN AT LORD MELBOURNE'S TABLE!!

Reader, whilst you, snugly ensconced in your high-backed
chair, on 'Change, in your counting-house, or in your break-
fast room, glance over the contents of this excellent and
never-to-be-too-much-valued journal, little know you what
stirring events are taking place to render this thirtieth day of
July, 1841, a day for ever to be immortalized in Britain's
History, as the July of 1830 is already immortal in that of
"La belle France." On this day—open wide your eyes,
and elevate the brows thereof !—the Sovereign of England
and her court are entertained at " BROCIOET HALL, HERTS ;"
and " the diner out," Lord Viscount Melbourne, is himself
the entertainer!

" And knives are eleaned, disuse had rusted o'er,
And chimneys smoke which never smoked before !"

Yes—strange as it may appear—on this July day, the
premier of England opens the portals of his baronial mansion
to the queen of England and her illustrious consort. Within
the grass-grown court-yard, the liveried pages and grooms
in attendance are regaled with home-brewed and biscuits and
butter, and such sumptuous fare, whilst royalty itself is
dieted upon—a dejeuner ; not such a monstrous meal as our
forefathers were wont to provide for such occasions—not a
dinner under which tables groaned and serving men toiled,
but a delicate, modern meal, which can be provided at a few
hours' notice from a pastry-cook's, and which that excellent
servant, Mr. Caleb Balderstone, would undoubtedly have
provided for Lucy Ashton, had the Exchequer of Wolf's
Hope been the pocket of a prime minister, or the Master of
Ravenswood been in the habit of visiting the Treasury. On
this day Lord Viscount Melbourne commences the repay-
ment of the long arrear of meals which he has discussed at
her majesty's expense for the last ten years; and we are
convinced that the country, from the Lands End to John
o'Groats—not to speak of "all Ireland"—will be glad to
notice the honesty of intention, at least, which this com-
mencement manifests.

We will not, go so far as some of our whig contemporaries
have gone, and compare the hasty morning call, which her
majesty pays to her favourite minister, with the stately visit
which a former illustrious queen paid to her favourite, the
princely Leicester. We do, however, augur well to whig-
gery from this display of her majesty's gracious favour
towards his lordship ; and for his sake we cordially hope that
things will go on smoothly ; that no fall of soot will take
place. (We have Wolf's Hope in our eye, and are not sure
that Brocket Hall possesses its Caleb Balderstone to rescue
its noble owner from the consequences of such a calamity.)
We should be sorry that any of the recherch6 dishes in pre-
paration for the royal appetite should suffer from any violent
outbreak of the rooks which tenant the chimneys ; that the
spits should refuse to go round ; or that verdigris should
have accumulated in any of the brass pans, which might be
productive of serious consequences, and place an interdiction
upon further similar condescensions. It would be a serious
calamity to the nation, and to the whig party in particular,
if her majesty and her illustrious consort should espy any
nakedness in the land, and be led to suspect that the Mel-
bourne's, Russells, Palmerstons, and the rest of the minis-
terial clique are not the elite of England's nobility ; but
worst of all, if it should be even imagined, that any feeling
less noble than patriotism impels them to seek the royal
dinner table or the national pay.