The Sun. — 1848-06-15 (London, England)

WARD."  yachts rounded the Bell Buoy, the outward mark, in the following order:—Enigma, lb. 21w. 155.; Ranger, lh. 57m. 155.; Gem, lb. 59m. 255.; Hebe, lh. 59m. 455.; Zephyr, 2h. 7m. 305.; Seagull. 2h. 11w. 305.; the latter yacht lost her pump spear overboard, and in consequence had so much water in her hold that it completely stop ped her sailing for the day. After rounding the BellBuoy the yachts returned homewards with flowing sheets before the gale, and arrived at the flag-ship, The Queen of the Ocean, belonging to the Commodore, in the following order of time:—Enigma, 25 tons, 3h. 25m.; Ranger, 12 tons, 4h. lm.; Zephyr, 29 tons, 4h. 3m. 255.; Gem, 15 tons, 4h. 9m. 155.; Hebe, 15 tons, 4h. 9m. 455.; Seagull, 31 tons, 4h. 15m. 355. The Enigma won the first prize, a handsome silver punch-bowl. The Ranger the second prize, a fine silver salver, and the Zephyr a silver claret-jug. All the yachts came in more or less complete wrecks, not one of them escaping without some misfortune, and the crews and owners completely drenched with the sea-water. The prizes were presented by the Commodore to the successful candidates, who complimented them on the very gallant manner in which the yachts were sailed. Claret was liberally supplied around, out of the plate, by the winners, to the ladies and gentlemen on board of the steamer, and the company were landed at about 6 P.M., all of whom went away fully impressed that they had witnessed a contest never exceeded on the River Mersey for true nautical valour and of exciting interest.  That sparkle with such wondrous brilliancy, They scorn to grasp the common light of day. lOLLNTHE —You ask of what avail—how can you ask? And yet, I ne'er have given the matter thought. My eyes! my eyes! 'Tis easy to perceive. At eve, when I am weary, slumber first Droops heavy on my eyes, and thence it spreads O'er all my body, with no thought of mine, As feeling vibrates from each finger's tip. Thus then I know my eyes avail me much. And bast not thou experience had enough, Wherein thine eyes can minister to thee? Only the other morn, as I was planting A little rosebush here, a nimble snake Leapt out and bit me in the finger; then With the sharp pain I wept. Another time, When I had pined for many tedious days, , Because my father was detained from home, I wept for very gladness when he came! Through tears I gave my bursting heart relief, And at mine eyes it found a gushing vent. Then never ask me, unto what avail Omnipotence bath gifted me with eyes. Through them, when I am weary, comes repose ; Through them my sorrow's lightened; and through them My joy is raised to rapture." There are many other equally beautiful passages, particularly where the Ring explains the nature and power of light. We trust that our readers will judge `or themselves this exquisitely poetical sketch. "Irish Rivers" traces the "Lee" from its junction with the Sullane below Macroom, until it loses itself in the ocean ; and various legendary tales are related of the districts through which it passes. " Paddiana" is a very severe criticism on a recently published work, which appears to have excited the indignation of the reviewer in an extraordinary degree. " Mirston of Dunoran" is concluded. The unfortunate man acknowledges himself the real murderer of Sir Wynston Berkeley, and perishes by his own hand. There are two other reviews—" The Artist's Married Life" and " The Early Progress of Christianity." Mr. Mangan has contributed one of his delightful translations—" The Eve of Saint Silvester." "The Irish Fisheries" contains a sad account of neglected opporunities, and offers some suggestions for turning to advantage the stores of wealth that exist in the bays and creeks by which the coast of Ireland is indented. It ii,andeed lamentable to find such culpable carelessness on the part of an almost starving population. Something, we trust, may speedily be done to stimulate their energies, and to make the Irish fisheries a source of national wealth. "The State Prosecutions," the concluding article, is strongly tinctured by political predilections. Although we must dissent from the censure passed on the Government and the Roman Catholics as a body, we cordially concur in thinking that Mitchel was the real leader of the insurrectionary movement in Ireland, and that in his case " the righteous penalty of the law honestly administered has, in crushing one public offender, saved perhaps the lives and fortunes of innocent thousands. On the whole, the number is an excellent one, worthy of the well-established reputation of this talented periodical.  [