The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser. — 1833-12-06 (Liverpool, Merseyside, England)

GEORGE IV. a NERO, and told Queen CAROLINE to "go and sin no more." HUNT'S action against the True Sun is the fourth he has instituted upon the same squib. It began with our contemporary of the Liverpool Journal. Some wicked wag of Preston, during the late election, in that town, sent a paragraph to the Journal, in which, with true Lancashire gravity, it was stated that HUNT had incited his friends to commit a murder, and that, in the conflict, he (HUNT) had lost his nose. A cow, if it could read, would have at once seen that the libellous matter was a hoax—a mere squib—a paper cracker, let off in honour of the defeat of that illustrious Statesman  But HUNT, whose education, we fear, has been sadly neglected, and who has, certainly, never_ read the dialogues of old LUCIAN, could not, or at least did not, appreciate the joke in the way it was intended. He commenced actions against four newspapers; the Liverpool Journal, the British Traveller, the True Sun, and the Globe. Here were practice, pastime, and profits for an attorney, and, at the same time, a reasonable (per calculation) modicum of compensation for the alleged wounded feelings, and the demolished nose of the exmember for Preston. A man without a nose is like a ship without a bowsprit, or a Staffordshire utensil with_ out a handle. His prominent characteristics are gone— he is deemed an outcast—he is beyond the honourable pale of personal insult, and, in short, he is in that lamentable condition so pathetically bewailed by the poet:—  " Noseless and nousless, without wit or smell, To thee shall odours rise all inexpressible 1"  " Privations, or deprivations," as the Solomon of the Yaghars, whose proverbs are translated by Dr. BOWRING, says, " are by comparison." A man may or may not be happy in the deprivation of that Parliamentary representative of his face, according to circumstances. Had General JACKSON, our esteemed friend, the President of the United States, been minus that promontory of humanity, he would. have escaped the fangs of Lieutenant RANDOLPH on a late occasion. This, however, we confess is an isolated case. The learned are excessively demure on the subject. Lord KAMES and DANIEL O'CONNELL confine themselves to tads ; Drs. GALL and COMBE adhere to superior excrescences ; Dr. ROBERT OWEN has no idea upon noses except rearing them by steam ; Dr. COLLINS is not a Nosologist ; and Lord BROUGHAM contends that he knows nothing which the nose does not indicate by its extraordinary sympathies. How HUNT has thrived by his prosecutions it is not for us to say. He may have made money, or he may not; that somebody has, at the expense of the newspapers, is clear enough ; but the whole of his conduct is beautifully illustrative of the fact, that the loudest declaimer in the walks of patriotism—the noisiest talker about liberty—the favourite champion of the mob—the darling of the rabble, as HUNT has been—are the worst enemies of that liberty they profess to prize, and the greatest encouragers of those restraints upon free speech which they profess to hate and condemn. But we-toss this poor faggot of the rabble into his proper place—the coal-hole of public opinion upon which its very menials trample with contempt. He and Lord DURHAM are worthy of each other. But we collie to the case of Widow JOLLIE, of Carlisle, now in prison for a libel upon Lord