The Sun. — 1846-12-03 (London, England)

LIST OF PRICES. • READY MADE.  " Long Jim, or the Tipperary Process-server, by a Cove of Cork." The " cove "of Cork can, if we mistake not, give us an insight into the causes of the so-called "lawlessness" of the Irish peasantry. "Long Jim" is a most suggestive paper. The story is soon told. Long Jim mounts on the Clonmel mail-car to go into the rural districts. The car is attacked, not as the driver and passengers imagine, to rob the mail, but to punish Long Jim, the processserver (and to use the words of one of the peasants), "to give him a taste of what's in store for him, if he don't lave off," and Long Jim is only saved from being murdered by the arrival of a travelling chariot and four, with outriders, &c., which chariot contains " his Lordship," who takes Jim under his protection. But according to the showing of the peasantry, who show the utmost courtesy towards the other passengers by the car, the crime of Jim is not so much process serving per se as apostacy. True he " takes little shlips o' paper about the country, ruining poor people," but as the leader of his assailants observes, "An' what harm, only the blackguard is one of ourselves, an a dacent father and mother's child, that's ashamed of him so they are, instead of taking to honest work to .earn his bread, the nasty baste for the sake of the thrifle he gets by it, becomes a bailiff bad luck to him, and goes about sarvin his own flesh and blood, I may say wood notices to pay tithes." Here is the grand secret of the murder of process-servers in Ireland, they are apostates who serve processes upon their own flesh and blood. If as in England the bailiff trade was delivered up to the very lowest and most degraded of the Jews, as their own especial monopoly—a monopoly to interfere with which would be considered by decent Christians as an indelible disgrace process-service in Ireland, would as in England be unattended with danger, because process-servers would by common consent be regarded as the pariahs of Society. Miss Costello's Summer Sketches in Switzerland, are scarcely worthy of her, but en revanche, we have "the Cranks of Christmas tide," which is a glorious prolusion. Then comes a sonnet from Petrarch, gracefully translated by Lady Nugent. " I go lamenting o'er my days past by, Those days consumed in love of mortal thing, Without attempt to mount, I having wing Perchance to soar and give example high. Thou, who dost see my deep iniquity, Invisible, immortal, heavenly King, Aid the frail soul in her wide wandering, In what defective from they grace supply ; So I, with strife and storm wont to contend, May thus in peace and haven die. I see How vain the past, yet blameless be the end ; O'er that short span of life now left for me, And at its close, thy saving hand extend— Thou know'st I have no hope in aught but Thee." The " Gipsy's Baptism," by Thomasina Ross, is a romantic legend, anent the loves of the father and mother of Lope de Vega, and then comes a pleasant article on old Jest Books by Halliwell. The "Adventures of Brian O'Linn" are continued, as are the interesting revelations of the "Flaneur in Paris." A quaint and mirthful "Narrative of an Expedition to the end of Birkenhead," by Albert Smith, concludes this number, which contains two plates by Leech, the one illustrating the Gipsy's Baptism, the other illustrating Brian O'Linn, and a portrait of Sir Thom as Overbury, from an extra rare engraving illustrating an admirable criticism by Dr.W . C. Taylor, of Mr. Am os s recently published work, " The Great Oyer ofPoisoning.  DOMBEY and