The Sun. — 1829-02-23 (London, England)

THE LAST NEW BULL.—A correspondent informs us that lately, travelling in a stage coach with two strangers, one of them from the Green isle, the conversation turned on the West-port murders. It then diverged to the various schemes for supplying the dissecting table, body stealing, selling, importing, bequeathing, &c. when the Hibernian remarked " that no method of supply could be so horrible, as that of taking living people before they were dead."  Lately died, at Sutton-in-Ashfleld, near Mansfield, Mrs. Hall, a widow ►ady, of that place : she had a son, an officer in the army, and who was stationed in the East Indies, 171,n, he died : the old lady had in her possession several letters from this her son, which she carefully kept ,until a short time before her death, when she put them into the hands of an antiquated lady, a particular acquaintance, with a solemn injunction that she should place them in her (Mrs. Hall's) coffin : whe❑ her death taking place, the female confidant forgot her pledge until the funeral was over, and then recollecting it, she became very miserable : fortunately, however, in the course of last week, an old man, named John Gregory, who had been letter-carrier between Mansfield and Sutton for more than forty years, quitted this mortal stage ; and the old lady, being informed of the event took the letters she had in charge to the deceased's house, with a particular request (and which was readily complied with) that they should be put into the defunct postmaster's coffin, remarking that " as John Gregory had always been very faithful and trusty when living, she could not entertiin the least doubt that he would be equally diligent in the delivery of these letters to her deceased friend, in the other world ;" and having seen them safely deposited in John's coffin, she returned home, happy that she had, though late, redeemed the pledge she had so solemnly given ! Doncaster Gazette. LOVE OF nowEßs.--The love of flowers seems a naturally implanted passion, without any alloy or debasing object as a motive : the cottage has its pink, its rose, its polyanthus; the villa its geranium, its dahlia, and its clematis; we 'cherish them in youth, we admire them in declining days ; hut, perhaps, it is the early flowers of spring that always bring with them the greatest degree of pleasure, and our affections seem immediately to expand at the sight of the first opening blossom under the sunny wall or sheltered bank, however humble its race may be. In the long and sombre months of winter our love of nature, like the buds of vegetation, seems close and torpid ; but, like them, it unfolds and reanimates with the opening year, and we welcome our long-lust associates with a cordiality that no other season can excite, as friends in a fore;gn clime. The violet of autumn is greeted with none of the love with which we hail the violet of spring ; it is unseasonable ; perhaps it brings with it rather a thought of melancholy than of joy ; we view it with curiosity, not affection : and thus the late is not like the early rose. It is not intrinsic beauty or splendour that so charms us ; for the lair maids of spring cannot compete with the grander matrons of the advanced year ; they would he unheeded, perhaps lost, in the rosy bowers of anunner and of autumn: no ; it is our first meeting with a bug-lost friend, the reviving gins of a natural affection, that so warms us at this season : to maturity they give pleasure, as a harbinger of the renewal of lite, a signal of awakening nature, or of a higher promise ; to youth, they are expanding being, opening years, hilarity, and joy.—Journal of a Waturalist,