The Sun. — 1846-12-07 (London, England)

THE. ANNUALS.  ACKERMAN'S FORGET-ME-NOT for 1847. The first of the annuals bids fair to be the last. Almost all " its lovely companions are faded and gone," but the Forget-me-not still lives; as it preceded, so it survives them. The present is truly a most beautiful volume; but, beautiful as it is, for us it has rather a retrospective than an intrinsic value. We welcome it, we gladly welcome it—not so much for what it is, as fur the thoughts which it inspires. Accustomed to encounter it year after year, we look on it as an old friend, " applealing "—to quote the beautiful lines of L. E. L. inscribed on the titlepage :  " Appealing, by the magic of its name, To gentle feelings and affections kept Within the heart like gold." Of the individual merits of the present volume we need say little. The days of the annuals are gone by. An elegant volume of fanciful illustrations and improbable tales is valuable rather as a vestige of what has been ; it possesses an hereditary claim to our regard. Indeed we might almost compare this very volume to some ancient aristocrat, remarkable only for his former celebrity and his glittering adornments, really insignificant among our humbler aristocrats of mind, and yet nevertheless, an object of interest and attention. Perhaps we are speaking too censoriously of our old friend—let us briefly con-ider its attractions. The tales, and the poetry, and the engravings, for the most part resemble the tales, poetry, and engravings of most annuals ; as such they will no doubt find r and satnornythebry by Miss lPizaarhdeoteh, Gonatt, " The Good 'Angel," are greatly superior to their companions ; both are beautiful tales—the first ,iiatmild anay admirers. Mor ti e is rendered attractive by the noble character of its heroine; the second by the good moral and good ad___e vice which it contains. One of the engravings "Th Two Suitors," represents two ladies _ the in a garden amining a letter; the expressions mf ile beamin in that countenances,of more especially the roguish f r itously convegyed. The the younger one, is very me-not for 1847," is of exbinding . ceeding beauty, we might almost say that its outward and such an as• of the " Forget- a appearance is its greatest attraction, dy work, would not in this case be necessarily erogad: sertion, though in general little comp l ntar to a tory to its inward merits. The green morocco bin d ing is of the most delicate hue, and on it is entwine a graceful and luxuriant wreath of garden flowers. From a little poem entitled " The Hunting of the Lady Maude," we transcribe a verse, the latter lines of which convey a beautiful idea— " 01 scare not from his green recess The shy and graceful deer! Break not the forest silentness With sounds of strife and fear! The joy of every living thing In river, field, or grove, Is Nature's glad thank-offering Unto the God of love!"  DARING ATTEMPT AT BURGLARY AND MURDER AT SOUTH SHIELDS —On Sunday, Mrs. Cabey, who keeps a public house in Union alley, South Shields, was awoke about six o'clock by hearing a noise down stairs. On going to see what was the matter she saw a man attempting to get in by the bar window. She immediately screamed, when a fellow who was standing outside pulled out a pistol and deliberately fired at her, wounding her in the shoulder. They then decamped. The neighbours were alarmed, and on ascertaining her condition, procured the attendance of a surgeon, who, on examining the wound, pronounced it to be not of a serious character, but asserted that if she had been struck a little lower down, it would in all probability have proved fetal. As the tallies did not get into the house, of course they Jai not receive the booty. Some tellows who were seen stdkirq:; about on the previous evening are suspected. One man is in custody, but as yet nothing positive has transpired.—Sunderland Herald,