The Sun. — 1844-11-20 (London, England)

STANDARD.—The month of November is genewe believe, a month pleasant only to the lawyers —unless we are to except certain prowlers upon the public, to whom lengthening of the nights is con-. venient, whom uncharitable people might be dispostd —but we forbear. To the lawyers, the thieves, and Mr. Daniel O'Connell (the reader may refer him to which class his judgment shall direct) is November otherwise than a highly disagreeable month. But upon none, perhaps, does this inclement season fall "[lore heavily than the poor journalist. Campaigns commence in sprin(r; we are therefore six months removed frou: wars both a parte ante and a parte post. "She sessions of Parliament commence about the beginning of February, and end about the middle of August; it is, therefore, too early to discuss future measures—too late fo comment upon those already .enacted. When to this severity of the season we Add a continued state of peace and prosperity, we surely place the journalist in a pitiable position position " to move the hearts of barbarous people and make Torn Butcher weep." There as positively no topic of general interest at this moment, and it would seem to demand a fourteen-Whig-power of - mischief.—(there re fourteen in the deficit Cabinot)—to produce anoup2 of public calamity to create any sensation in tijs dreary month. In such a state of destitution, what are we to do l'Plvond chronicling " accidents and offences," except rear out thv time in some such sport as roasting a inishop or wrangling with brother journalists—amusens which may be innocent, "but which are  not 'always safe, as we may sometimes burn our fingers with the one, as is known at Printing House-square, or come off secondbest in the other, as the Arcadian twins, the Globe and Morning Post, are able, if they were willing, to testify. Before proceeding to the subject which suggests these remarks, let us, in candour, say a word for this same month of November, our enemy though it be. November is notoriously infamous for murders and suicides, and other like crimes, but we believe the infamy to be, in part at least, unjust. It is not that many more crimes are committed in November, but that the newspapers have more room for the record of them ; and, to speak truth, are more in want of them. Many an atrocity of great pretensions is born to blush unseen, because committed in the heat of some important Parliamentary discussion ; or when the eyes of men are bent upon some anxious trial of foreign or domestic policy. Mr. Thurtell was no doubt a distinguished Whig, and a very eminent ruffian, but even he would probably be now forgotten, if he had not judiciously timed the murder of his friend in the dead season.  " Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona Multi ; sed omnes illacrimabiles LTrguentur, ignotique longs Norte, carent quia vate sa,cro." In other words, the newspapers were too full to record their achievements with the proper " pennya-line " emphasis and diffuseness. By the way the " penny-a-liners" had a project of presenting a piece of plate to Mr. Thurtell, which they, no doubt would have carried into full effect but for an awkward event at Hertford. We now come to the occasion of our recurrence to the peculiarities of this particular season. Within the last few days most of the Opposition newspapers have given intimation of approaching changes in the Cabinet. The Whig-Radical organs, indeed, are not sufficiently audacious to surmise any change affecting the political character of the Administration ; but they amuse themselves with recasting the parts of the Government in a new distribution of its offices. This, besides supplying the " wicket want" of something to write about, affords a handsome opportunity to insult and abuse all and each of her Majesty's advisers in detail. The man gratuitously removed from an office has proved himself wholly unfit for it ; the man as gratuitously promoted to the vacant department is of course so promoted because of his unfitness for every other. In this way a falsehood, in itself not very important, is made the occasion for filling a good many columns, with nonsense to be sure, but with nonsense that is sufficiently spiteful to gratify WhigRadicals, and that other section of miserahles whom we suppose we must call Morning Postists, since even Young England has cast them off. Now when any of our friends ask us whether there is any truth in these rumours of Ministerial changes, we reply, as the truth is, that we have no direct knowledge upon the point, but that we have the most firm conviction, short of direct knowledge, that there is not one word of truth in the reports. The first ground of our conviction is the complete harmony that, from the hour of its formation, has constantly prevailed in Sir Robert Peel's Cabinet—harmony so complete, that the Cabinet, we have reason to believe, has not divided as often as it has been years in office. Our second ground of conviction is the perfect satisfaction notoriously given by the head of each department to all his colleagues, and, we may add, to the country.‘ Our third and not least weighty ground of conviction is that at which we hinted at the commencement of this article, the time when the reports take wing. Such reports always come over at this season with the woodcocks and the widgeon, and come from a quarter as uncertain and untraceable as that which serves for the summer abode of our feathered visitors.