The Sun. — 1844-10-31 (London, England)

JOURNALS.  FROM THE EVENI:,G PAPERS OF YESTERDAY.  GLOBE.—The English, as contrasted with the French press, and the pet qualities with John Bull, fora " leading journal," have been humorously described (as our readers may have seen in our columns) by a weekly Contemporary. They correspond to partly weak and partly strong points of the English mind, and may be pretty well comprised under the two heads of the Sea-saw and the Fault-find. Nothing can tend more to suicide in this imminent month of November, than the contemplation —not of " London's column"—for that the civium largitas has now rendered anti-suicidal—but of London's columns. As we run our eyes down them, what do we see, but now a violent attack upon a party of country gentlemen, met for the innocent purpose of eating and drinking and improving the condition of the poor—now " dreadful doings ' in a union workhouse, and then an elaborate exposure of prison discipline, lunatic asylums, and the Dean and Chapter of St. Paul's. A little lower down we have a letter from a poor old woman who has been run over by an iron hoop—or a gentleman complains that his peace of mina is disturbed by the matutinal beating of mats at house doors—or some unfortunate person his strayed into Mr. Close's church at Cheltenham, and seen that gentleman turning in his devotions towards all quarters of the compass but the East, when straightways he rushes to pen and ink, and unbosoms his sorrows to the Times, knowing full well the condoletnent he will meet with in that quarter. There never was a paper which had so many unhappy correspondents as that journal. All its "old subscribers" and " constant readers" are the most melancholy race of beings in existence, fit only for the company of Mr. Croaker, in the oodnatured Man. If we are to believe them all, society would, indeed, be in an awful state. The least crimes that we have to reproach ourselves with appear to be irreligion, avarice, cruelty, oppression, injustice ; and how Heaven has spared us so long, and still continues to spare us, is really a matter of wonder. We certainly must be in a very deplorable condition ; but there is one pleasing reflection left to console us, and that is, that if the world is " out of joint" (as it would undoubtedly seem to be), there is one at last born to " set it right." We presume it is because the Herald (as Punch lately affirmed) is not a newspaper, that it no longer follows, even at humble distance, this Flagellant procession. In consequence, we suppose, of having ceased to have any thing to do with journalism, how cheerful and contented the Standard and Herald are, and have been for some years past ! Everything with them is couleur de rose since the Tories have been in. We have, as they assure us, the best of all possible Ministries, the wisest magistrates, the most enlightened country gentlemen, the most exemplary Bishops —in short, everything to please us, and nothing to complain of, if it be not a plethory of riches, and a superabundance of physical comforts. They know nothing of harsh .poor-laws, oppressive guardians, disorderly prisons, and ill-conducted lunatic asylums—nothing of the long train of evils on which the Times is for ever dwelling. Their friends are never run over by iron hoops, besprinkled by the twirling of a mop, or driven to madness by the conduct of unfeeling housemaids and the beating of mats ; no, these misfortunes they escape, and all their clergymen, we have no doubt, turn the right way. There are classes which must make up their minds to be treated as fere nature by the small print " providers" to the lion's mouth of leading journalism. Amongst these may be reckoned Low Church Bishops or Archbishops, Deans and Chapters, Poor-law Commissioners and Guardians—and, it would seem also, Wesleyan Missionaries. These, like the rest of animated nature, have particular descriptions of vermin which prey on each; and which, in journalist entomology, are classified under appropriate appellations—as " Catholicus," " Churchman, " Master of Arts," "-Ratepayer," &c. &c. There are individuals, however, of more sensitive minds than can be supposed in any of the above categories ; who are not class •hardened against censure ; and to whom the position of dangling ?ibbetted in the columns of the Times (for example) is truly formidable. We would venture, therefore, to recommend (except, of course, in the case of pre • lanes or poor-law guardians) that such individuals should be spared from figuring in this way, when milder treatment might be sufficient; and that, as our leading Contemporary has a giant's strength, so it should exercise that strength with the bonhommie which, notwithstanding the dreadful apprehensions we were taught to entertain in our nurseries, we have every reason to regard as rather a giant-like characteristic.