The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser. — 1851-05-20 (Liverpool, Merseyside, England)

TIIE GREAT EXHIBITION AND TEL BIBLE.:—A writer in the Times, congratulating the country on the astonishing magazine of human genius and skill shewn in the Bible deposited at the Great Exhibition, in no less than 130 different languages, justly complains of its treatment by the acting managers of the Exhibition. " When the agents of the Bible Society first applied for permission to exhibit their extraordinary work, they were met with a flat refusal. Subsequently, when it was found impossible altogether to reject so just a claim, a place was alloted for the work ; but the place was a bad one, and the space was not one-third part as large as was required. But, even this place was subsequently usurped for the purpose of occupying it with a staircase. Room was, however, afterwards given to the Bible ; but, by way of compensation, I suppose, it was thrust into a by-passage, where one can hardly discover it. It is at the back of the room which contains the Prince of Wales's cradle. Finally, in order that there should be no mistake about the spirit in which the Bible was treated, the number in the crtaloguo which ought to have contained an account of this wonderful national work (for it is a national work) was printed blank. I cannot help contrasting the very different treatment which Mr. Pugin and other exhibitors who profess the Roman Catholic faith have received. They have had their specimens of medimval art set off to the best advantage. I don't complain of this. I don't begrudge to any exhibitor, whatever his creed may be, the most advantageous room for his works. I ask for no favour. I ask only for justice and impartiality. I say it is a national disgrace—l had almost said a national sin—that the Bible should be so treated."  WHERE IS SUNDERLAND ?—The editor of the Sunderland Herald was last week at the Exhibition. He sought everywhere for the collection of articles sent from that port, but they could not be found. How many miles of counter we surveyed (he says), how many courts we entered and ransacked, how many inscriptions on flag and showboard we toilsomely deciphered, we will not stop to say,—but all in vain. There was no such place as Sunderland in the United Kingdom ! The third shipping port of the kingdom was suddenly blotted out of the map ! " Canny" Sunderland had ceased to be. It was very distressing. We applied to a policeman—to many policemen—to sappers and miners. " They heard it—but they heeded not ;" or, if they directed us, it was to where we had gone already, and found nothing. At last, one bluecoated superintendent, more knowing than his fellows, bade us look in the " United States." " But Sunderland  is not in the United States," we ventured to suggest.  " No, but you'll find it there, all the same," was the only reply vouchsafed us. So we went a weary journey all the way to the United States, and there. sure enough, somewhere between Michigan and Massachusetts, we found canny Sunderland—her models and her clock-work, her glass and her coal, figuring innocently amid murderous bowie-knives and many-barrelled revolvers—one of the most heart-rending cases of wholesale emigration of a flourishing port, with all its industry, to the New World, that every roused the wrath of a Richmond, or awakened . .  g:1t1;orp. Oh ! Sunderland—oh ! our native tow,—that ever we should find thee in the United States ! And now, perhaps, somebody can tell us whose fault it is ?