The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1853-11-22 00:00:00

behind. The phrase is not very applicable, sinless one were.
looking at the effects" referred to. Enough of this, how-
ever. Therefore, to something else.
GEORGE HUDSON has contradicted the report that he
is no more to be member of parliament. That noble fel-
low, VALEWSKI, has taken Gibraltar House, so called
because the rock of that name was never taken. GEORGE'S
house, more like a New York hotel than any house in
England, was for years considered impossible to be let
unless alone. It will now cease to be called by its former
name. Do you remember the time, GEORGE, when two
or three of us co:11 not take a stroll, but some scurvy sur-
veyor fancied that we were devising a new line ?
The Times has been directing public attention to the
wretched condition of the great hive of government clerks,
especially the Admiralty ones. lam not sure that there
is any class of Her MAJESTY'S subjects, save the " very
poor," more to be pitied than those Her MAJESTY'S ser-
vants. I have known some well paid ones at the War-
office, some at the Admiralty, next door, more over the
way in peaceful Whitehall-place, at the Woods and Fo-
rests, a great number at Somerset-house, several at the
Tower. At the two latter places the poor clerk generally
seeks relief in Portugal-street, and don't get it... He has
set apart a portion of his salary—already too small.
Money lenders—there are lots of them all about Somerset-
house—and a " fruitful vine" are the ruin of the govern-
ment clerks for the most part. Within the last few
days three from one department " were up," as it is fami-
liarly called when any one goes to be whitewashed by
their honours, Messrs. LAW, PHILLIPS, and Mustrar.
At the Bank of England the clerks are better off, because
they are better paid—it may be closer looked after, They
deal in checques, we all know. Are greater checks placed
on they of the Old Lady in Threadneedle-street, than on
those in Somerset-house ? I believe so. It is by no
means a weak invention—not of the enemy—but of the
directors of the Bank of England, to have those masques for
ever peering over the clerks as they tell their almost untold
gold ! To seethe a kid in its mother's milk I have always
held to be symbolical of the ne plus ultra of cruelty. I
never go into the Bank of England but the beautiful
saying about the kid is brought to my mind. Let me be
understood to refer to the mural sculpture of the place.
Might not the contemplation of a cast of the head of
" ABRAIIA.3I NEWLAND' prove an incentive to honesty
and punctuality on the part of the Bank of England
clerks, as much as that face with its wicked eyes con-
tinually leerinr," and peering over the fingerers of gold in
the bank ? It is an excellent device to have DlEncuitr,
"the god of thieves, pickpockets, and all dishonest per-
sons," stuck on the inner walls of the bank ! Methinks a
clerk must be a bold man to steal a rouleau of sous. under
such auspices. Sir ROBERT PEEL, when Home Secretary,
began to find that the threat of discharging all government
clerks becoming insolvent, was empty. RUSSELL and
PALMERSTON have also found it so. The clerk may now
toddle to Portugal-street, and come back to his govern-
ment desk, setting apart £2O a year out of £9O or £lOO,
and from day to day lead his Sisvpuus-like life. Poor
fellow, he is allowed to keep his situation ; under such
circumstances who could " fardels bear ?" _ _ _

The demi-lion of the week, in our literary circles, has
been—that is, he would have been, had his common sense
not prevented it—the last made knight by Ireland's Lord
Lieutenant, Sir CusAcK PATRICK RONEY, who with
WILLIAM DARGAN Arcades ambo —originated, com-
pleted the Great Dublin Exhibition. Sir Cusacx RONEY
returned to Europe a few weeks ago, and received the
justly-merited, the well awarded honour of knighthood,
at the close of the exhibition. In him we have a splendid
example of what a warm heart, a cool and clear head, and
indomitable energy can achieve. Some twenty years ago
RONEY came toLondon,little more than a lad, well educated
—his father, a physician in Dublin, took care of that, and
young RONEY'S mind did not waste the blessing. He
settled him down in the quiet street opposite Her Ma-
jesty's Theatre in the Haymarket ; MACREADY was a
next-door neighbour, and the famous JAMIE Jonssos,
M.D., lived opposite. Rowrr then had his quiet dinner
parties, fine-art men, musicians, and musicians' sons,
critics also,—not very severe some of them ;—one I knew
a little of, who for a quarter of a century criticised every
play, play-actor, opera, and opera singer, male and female,
musician—vocal and instrumental—never found fault—
directly—and yet gave satisfaction. During the season it
was pleasant,—very,—to dine with RoNEv,—his dinner
was elegant, but suited to his means ; and then there
was no necessity for cabs or carriages of any descrip-
tion ;--hop, step, and jump, you were in the Haymarket
Theatre or the Opera House. Initiated into the mys-
teries of the healing art, RONEY did not follow them.
'Tis well he did not ; he never would have looked after
his fees. Anon, we find him Secretary to the Literary
Fund, then, as now, a tip-top establishment. This
brought our young knight into first-rate society. It was
when RONEY was Secretary that that harum-scarum man
WILLIAM JERDAN, the iconoclaust, father now of London
journalism, and royal pensioner of £lOO a-year, with a
penknife played havoc with DAN Meciasn's sweet portrait
of a sour man—old Sir JOHN SOANE. He was vain ;he
disinherited his son more for the vanity of leaving his
things to the nation, than for all the evil the discarded
lad ever compassed. The picture was painted for the
Literary Fund Committee; SOANE, crabbed, lived near,
came to the meetings, and supported the institution. He
thought the portrait frightfully like—so it was, ha ! ha!
He was always grumbling at it, while the membersi were
praising it. DANIEL MACLISE didn't like this on the
part of Sir JOHN; the accomplished artist never got so
much as a tumbler of hock for painting the old cynic—
forgive me, I was going to write—sinner! JERDAN put
an end to the strife by cutting the canvas into something
like ribbons JERDAN was not quite a destructive, he
also knew something of the line of beauty, or what it
means, and cut accordingly. The damage appeared irre-
parable ; so does a young black eye, a swollen lip, a
bruised chock, when one " spars" without the gloves ;
a few bandages and the portrait " wash ash goot
ash new." RONEY acted most discreetly in this deli-
cate affair. Soon after we find him head man at the
Eastern Counties Railway—making it, indeed, and keep-
ing it all right. Shortly he is heard of busily employed
in beautifying—popularizing, that healthy place Lowestoft:
then at Chester and Holyhead. Next came the most
brilliant combination of all in RONEY'S eventful history
—only yet in the first chapter,—WlLLlAM DARGAN and
the Great Dublin Exhibition. Following in its "blaze of
truimph" came RONEY'S appointment to the controul of
the Great Canadian Trunk line of Railway, destined under
his management to work wonders in that land of wonders.
His able reports on the gigantic project disclose a power,
perspicuity, and perspicacity of mind well vindicating the
choice the authorities made in Sir CUSACK PATRICK
RONEY.

Her Majesty the QuEEN, with as much good taste as
love of fair play—a homely English phrase and applicable—
has commanded the drama of " Money" for the next royal
representation ; the principal characters to be sustained by
the managers of four different metropolitan theatres,
viz.:— Mr. CHARLES KEAN' Evelyn ; Mr. WEBSTER,
Graves ; Mr. BUCKSTONE, Mr. Benjamin Stout ; and
Mr. WIGAN, Captain Dudley Smooth. Several dramatic
novelties have been successfully presented during the
week ; nor is music less attractive, the Wednesday Evening
Concerts, under the management of Mr. WILLOTT, now,
or lately, the proprietor, editor, and so-forth, of a Sheffield
or Birmingham paper, attract vast crowds; and the Sacred
Harmonics, one of them under the direction of COSTA,
the other under that of SURMAN, the founder, have their
thousands of auditors. Both societies ought to be in-
formed that it is unworthy of them to exaggerate their
choruses,—said to be 700 or 800 ; they are by no means
so efficient as they ought to be, and I am afraid that there
are mutes among them—a vile practice filling the eye
and not satisfying the ear ! Independently of these
musical gatherings, there are dozens of other attractive
places of entertainment, each having a fair share of patro-
nage ; at least 20,000 people left their homes on Saturday
evening in search of such amusement; and 10,000 more
attended the various sing-song clubs—under the music
and dancing licenses act; so that really one would think
we never were more prosperous or happy.
The lessee of Drury-lane is going to superadd dancing and
other dogs to the horses. He is turning away money from
his doors. Young BLANCHARD, the son of the once well-
known comedian of the same name, is cutting out jokes
for a new pantomime, to be presented at Drury. Baooxz
comes back to fill up the blank after the 'osses.
That most accomplished actress, Mrs. CHARLES KEAN,
has been far from well for some time past; indeed, she
has not acted for the last fortnight. Why should such a
delicate creature remain on the boards, after having de-
lighted so long ? The Knins are immensely rich ; they
always had the wit to keep the money they made. Mrs.
WARNER—poor lady—is not left in obscurity to pine.
Actors and actresses, for the most part, are poor. I
scarcely ever knew a cold-hearted one.
ALEERT SMITE( is preparing for a renewal of his Mont
Blanc, which was but indifferently well received, I am told,
in Dublin. The Dublin people—(l know them well ; a day of
forty-eight hours is far too short for their kindness)—are
the most fastidious in the world; no one can tell what will
please them until the trial is made. The remark applies
with equal force—histrionically—musically—and picto-
rially.
Our grim enemy has been busy among the " upper
classes" since my last. The gallant Duke of BEAUFORT, one
of WELLINGTON'S fearless aides-de-camp, died on Thurs-
day afternoon. The late noble DUKE was manly in form
and feature,—stiff built and broad shouldered ; but the
endurance of almost constant pain from gout invested his
fine countenance with a plaintive aspect, if I may use the
expression. The Dunn, to theclose of the last fashionable
season, stuck to his old habits,—preferring the omnibus
box at the Opera to his own up-stairs ; and a merry set
they were in that same box, now nearly all gone ! Gout
flew from the extremities to the stomach,—fatal resting-
place ; and the Duke of BEAUFORT died.
LADY PANMURE, too, an amiable creature, died last
week, at Pitfour Castle, in the Carse of Gowrie. She was
only 46 years of age ; and when Fox MAuLE, her lord and
master, got into place, she was not ashamed to brush up
her French with him ; three lessons a week over a patter
and clatter breakfast. She was Laady PANMUBE scarcely
a year.

MR. WILLIAMS'S advertisement should be read by those
who want to purchase country residences.
LIVERPOOL COURT OF BANKRUPTCY.--Yesterday WaS
appointed for the certificate meeting of Mr. J. W. Fair-
dough. The bankrupt did not appear, however, and the
meeting was adjourned sine die.
FATAL ACClDENT.—Yesterday Charles Shaw, a sea-
man belonging to the Niagara, whilst working on board
the vessel in dock, fell from the mizen yard, and received
such injuries as to cause his death in the Northern
Hospital, about two o'clock in the afternoon. The inquest
will be held to-day.
ALLEGED DEATH FROM BEING RUN OVER.—Sarah
Willis, an old lady residing in the neighbourhood of Lon-
, don-road, was taken to the Infirmary on the 13th instant,
suffering from injuries said to have been inflicted by her
being run over with a carriage. She died about mid-day,
on Saturday, but owing to some neglect the case was not
reported to the Coroner's-office till eleven o'clock yester-
day, and the facts consequently are as yet but imper-
fectly known.
DEATH of Mu. DOWLING.—Mr. Matthew Morris Geo.
• Dowling, for many years commissioner and head-constable
in this borough, expired at his residence, Wavertree, on
Sunday forenoon. He had recently had several attacks
of paralysis, which had destroyed the use of one side, and
almost deprived him of the power of speech. He had
been gradually declining since his removal from office,
after having been connected with the police force for a
period of nearly twenty years ; and there is little doobis
• health, He was sixty-five years of age,