The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1853-02-08 00:00:00

.re in no hurry to

the Commons, as usual, we find half-a-

azen or

a dozen Iri

sh members in attendance, an hour after mid-
night, to knock up a little debate on their own never-
ending grievances. So wags the world away.
Mr. COBDEN has made a mistake, his wager with Col.
BROTHERTON being suite illegal. Out of it, however, has
good—the gallant soldier becomes a life-
subscriber annually of £2 125., and a donor cf £5, to the
excellent charitable institution in your sister city of 3lan-

sprung this

chester—so the Colonel bas intimated

One of the demonstrations of the week (barren it has

e meeting held in St,

Martin's•hall, touching

the opening of the Crystal Palace—that is to be—at Syd-
enham, on the Sabbath-day, with HENRY MAYHEW in
the chair. There must have been a hundred trades repre-
sented, every representative with his certificate in his
pouch, to shew there was no sham. HENRY MAYHEW
does not deal in that article. In describing the simple
annals of the poor, reality is enough. I think 1. never
saw such an assemblage of intellectual faces and skulls—
the latter especially, gloriously confi

gurated, yet somehow

ler the intellectuality a

iyed by the night light
wab wan, so to speak ; it appeared to have a doubting
ling character about it : it was

than a confi

in short,

the intellectuality of working men—not over-fed. Tower-

ing above them all sat HENRY MAYnEw, of majestic pre-
sence and imperturbable gravity. His forehead is magni-
ficent, ample, massive, and high ; it resembles that to be
seen in the best portraits of the Bard of Avon. But to
the meeting. I give no opinion in regard to the keeping
of the Crystal Palace open or shut on Sunday ; I
know bow my own affections tend ; thus much I will
certainly say, that I would have liked the meeting

ter, had declaration number three not have
been broached, to the effect that the Sabbath, whether
viewed as a Divine or a Social Institution, is
'y for the benefit of the labourer;

much be

espec

and that the meeting
to be somewhat differer

e rest of the labourer

t from that which way

the fourth c

mandment to the ox and the ass; and

again, PALEY,—not in your correspondent's opinion a

ery thing though,—sic by Mr
SEW, states that the Sunday, as recognised, was not in the
Christian Church a divine, but merely a human institu-
These and other remarks might have been spared.

great authority in e

MAY-

e use of them ? We have the Sabbath—let us
thank our Maker for it. The meeting went off well, and

Mr. MAYHEW intimated that another would be held on
They

the same subject

and in the same pace, t

s week

have got a curious mound not far from the site of the
Crystal Palace. GEORGE ALFRED WALKER routed out
in my presence hundreds of dead bodies from Enon Chapel,
where they had been festering for years under a dense con-
gregation of Baptists, assembling for divine worship several
times a week, and removed the debris of mortality to
Sydenbam, at his own expense, and there buried them in
aTit for moralisers.

The musical season may now thus early be said to have
commenced. The rival Sacred Harmonic Societies, with
SuaMAN—father and founder, as it were, of one, and
COSTA at the other, have been drawing crowded audiences

to Exeter-hall during the week. Requiem and epitaph at
both having been performed con gusto in memory of the

late Mr. HARPER, of whose death I sent you a few
lines last week, omitting to mention that the poor dying
musician, with his trumpet in his hand, was carried across
the street from Exeter-hall to Mr. SURMAN'S house,
where he breathed his last on a sofa with a portrait of
HANDEL—whose strains he had so often vindicated—
hanging over it, and literally surrounded with scores of
that great master's works, with which the chamber was
crammed. Ltoovico SPHOR, better known by his less
familiar friends as Dr. SPHOR, is coming over to giva a
lift, as conductor of some of his own learned compositions.

FREDERICK GYE, the indefatigable impresario of the
Royal Italian Opera, Covent-garden, is to scour every

musical capital in the world, to secure novelties for his
establishment. With all this, however, and more to be
mentioned by and by, the fashionable season will be long
in beginning—certainly not till the middle or end of May.
A whole flock of musical birds of passage have resolved to
visit the metropolis; among them several violoncello-
p'ayers of note—tricksy spirits, no doubt, puzzling
the vulgar and confounding the wise by their dex-

terity. Mr. LINDLEY, once and long the greatest
master of the instrument in the world, and who has so
often delighted the Liverpool audiences by his graceful
at present far from well, and, with-

execution, is

out predicating too sorrowfully, I am afraid will
not again captivate the habitues of the opera. It

was as good, as a guinea lesson on the violoncello,
closely to see LINDLEY play but for half-an-hour. The
get out of fashion while we have