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New Zealand Herald, Volume I, Issue 204, 8 July 1864, Page 4

GAitmALtii an» riti? Citv or London.—The aspect of l.ondon on Monday last, during tlio reception of General Garibaldi, was a study for the moralist, no less than for the politician. More than (j(M),O0t) persons arc said to havo tilled tho streets of this great city, and w 0 can Well boi ; evo that the figure is hoi. pitciiCd 100 h;gh. These persons wen; of ail classes of our population—tho rich and the poor, tho busy and the idle, the humhlo and the illustrious. The duchess sat in her ci.aiiot, and the seamstress stood beside its wheels. Statesmen were seen on a hundred balconies. J'eaulies wen l , smiling from a thousand windows: A meeting in the city was put oil"; the Chancellor of th l ,: Hxchcq'.ior lost his customary audieme. Dandies forgot their afternoon ride in the park, and mechanics turned in the direction ot Traialgar Square, instead of wending their accustomed way to Highbury Barn. The banker lclt his ledger, ;uhl the merchant ran away from his oliice. Factories were closed. .Suburban taverns were deserted. Every man put. aside bis own alfairs to think and talk of a stranger. For six long hours that intlltilude of men-waited in patience for the coming of one wlw is neither titled nor pawertid; a man who has scarcely a hundred pounds at his bankers ; who has recently been shut down bv tho soldiers of his sovereign ; who cjmes Io us from a little farm on which he grows oahha:v"s and onions for the satisfaction of his uaiiv wants, i h'.nk tiat ic i- to ariest the traliio oi London—to postpone a public meeting—to paralyse the Lcislatuie—to lactone,-. and workshops tor a whole day Can anybody t.-ll us the sum for which that tact must inevitably stand P Take it in time alone. Six hours only given up hv G00,(100 persons makes a total of IiOO.OOO full Working days, taking tile boms of labour at their extrcmest limits. What is itworth in money ? And this enormous sacrifice of lime and money was mad" in favour of a man. from wliom no single person iu that mighty swarm could hope to receive any personal recompense, 'i'lio solo reward to whicn the crowd aspircil was that of looking on the taco ot an honest man. Yet some people tell us that the age of poetry, of sentiment, of devotion, is passed away .'—AUirmrti-ii.

Englishman and Scolcumkn.—When we speak of " ICnglisbmen," we include tho whole inhabitants of our islands, and, with some modification, what wo have said is even peculiarly applicable l.n Scotchmen ; for many members of tho capital hud ot the provincial towns of England have no deiinite connexion v.-iih any rural district; but in .Scotland, all of us without exception are " of"' some countrv. Even the tradesman who works in a hereditary shop in Edinburgh, has a bond of kindred in some farm or rural village, where his children go to spend tho holidays ; and Donald M'Alphiue, who selis whiskey in a cellar of the Gallogute of trlasgow, has his memory stored with the stories of his native glen in the far west, and 1 perhaps, some notion of his own gentility, ias the laird's far-awa' kimnian. To that glen ills I affections turn, lie may never gut.there: he is unlit tor its lite. But in leelingand imagination ho stdl tho Highlander.— Th'- Country IjiJe of England, in tho North Bri'ish Iloriew Ax Ixcompauaiii.e Bum...—No bull can ckeel this of Cobbet's. In one of his " rural rides'' lie sa\ s : " I saw no corn standing in ricks ; u thing I novelsaw before, and would not have believed it, had 1 not seen it." A young woman named .Seymour (said to be respectably connected), poisoned herself, it is supposed with strychnine, at Durham Lead, Ballai-at, on Thursday morning. A surgeon was sent for, but lifo was e?;tinct before he arrived. Jars.—There are two kinds of family jars; into one you put your sweetmeats, and into tho other you put—your foot.