The Sun. — 1864-04-28 (London, England)

SUICIDE FROM LONDON •BRIDGE.—Last evening Mr. Humphreys, Middlesex coroner, held an inquiry at the Lamb Tavern, Dorset-street, Ratcliffe, touching the death of John Andrews, aged 27, who was alleged to have committed suicide. It appeared from the evidence that doceased was a butler, and had been in the service of Lord Willoughby de Ereby. On the 6th inst a man answering his description was seen to jump over the parapet of Londonbridge into the river. NV hen his body was recovered on Monday there was found in his pocket a letter from Mr. Archibald Campbell declining to employ Andrews in his establishment as he had not been under butler to Lord do Ereby, and had only been a short time in the service of a Mr. Reed. A verdict was returned " That there was no evidence as to how the dezeased came into the Thames, wherein ho was found dead."  ROTTEN Row, as the " Si ght of Sights" in all London,—From early morn till dewy eve the flow has a certain complement of visitors, for during certain hours of the day it is most thronged, and its frequenters feel it de rtgueur to be seen there. These hours used to be is the evening, an anteprandial promenade from half-past five until seven, but some of tho leaders of fashion felt that these hours were not sufficiently exclusive—that people ftom the City, horrible vulgarians engaged in the debasing pursuits of commerct., law, literature, or even trade, might come between the wind and their nobility, enjoying themselves after the day's labours were at end. This was to terrific, and must at once be rectified; so the exclusives changed the fashionable time to the two hours preceding lunch, between 12 and two, when all the low persons engaged in getting their daily bread would be confined to their counting-houses, law courts, chambers, desks, or counters, as the case might be; and this rule still continues. So thoroughly has it carried its intention that all the visitors at the "swell time" might now bo denizens of the Castle of Indolence. They are all drones, arming whom the presence of a working bee is never to be found. There you may see the best types of that great creature the British " swell "—tall, stalwart strong-limbed, fair-haired, blue-eyed, soft-bearded, not particularly bright, but covering his natural pleasantness with an absurd mask of insouciance. There aro lovely girls, and plain girls who almost approach to prettiness on horseback, so well are their figures set off by the trim habit, their faces by the neat chimney-pot hat and becoming half-veil. Search the world through, and you will find nothing like these English Amazons, so healthy, yet so delicately formed, fearless, yet entirely modest, so bright and fresh and happy in her one healthful and natural recreation in the entire round of the season's amusements. Here they come in broad cavalcades, some eight or ten strong, escorted by bus • bands and lovers, brothers and friends, the fresh summer air blowing out of them all the heat and dust and gaseous atmosphere of hot nights' crammed opera or crowded ballroom, and bringing back for the nonce the roses into their cheeks and the light into their eyes— such roses and such light as fade only too quickly under the lite they are leading, and are only renewed by a long course of continual quiet and fresh air. Ah, MOBBOO I my foreign friend, these young English ladies constitute our crowning triumph over your Bois ! You acknowledge it, I know, Often. have I seen you wag your little beard and grind your teeth in an ecstacy of delighted animation as the cavalcade whirled by you I the Poole yet have accomplished, and in the coquetry of those cavalcade in such close-fitting dark-blue habits as none but chimney-pots and half-veils, which beat the wide-awakes (once tried, but proved failures) into ilte! Sometimes among these cavalcades are to be seen nhildren on ponies—pretty little girls with their Shetland's leading-rein in charge of some E teady old family groom; boys, knickerbockered and gaitered, galloping along by the aide of papa's far- stepping hunter—all riding fearlessly, and thoroughly at home in their middles, as only, in Europe at least, we English people are,—Londol k'oczety,