27 SEPTEMBER 1834, Page 14

Among the mourners who attended the funeral of Sir CHARLES

FLOWER, was a Mr. WHITE, who is described as having been "for many years his confidential clerk and man of business; and to whom, to the surprise of many, Sir CHARLES left only 5001." What salary Mr. WHITE received for his services, is not stated: but it is implied that be was not adequately remunerated, else why "the surprise" at his being loft only 500/. This is the way in which miserly money-mucks commonly reward their "faithful humble servants." They receive all manner of extra-professional services and fawning servility from their voluntary slaves ; they use their apt and willing tools in all manner of craft ; well know- ing that the service is as seed thrown into their flinty bosoms to bring forth a golden harvest, and perhaps inwardly chuckling to think how the stony soil would disappoint the expectations of the husbandman. Sir CHARLES died worth more than half-a-million of money ; which he amassed by thrift and speculations of the most unscrupulous kind within the pale of commercial morality. He was personally mean; yet prodigal in the price he paid for the honour of feasting princes and nobles, who were attracted to his table by the bait of a sumptuous dinner, and the character of their host for enormous wealth,—reputation sufficient to attract men great only by circumstances. Their cunning entertainer allowed his guests to-ridicule him ; sufficiently satisfied with the eclat of their names in return for his dinner. Sir CHARLES FLOWER was a shrewd man. He bought his noble guests with the current coin of the kitchen—he could give for a thing what it was worth upon occasion; and he purchased services that perhaps no wages would compensate, by holding out the bait to expectation. The confi- dential factotum of a trader like Sir CHARLES FLOWER could have had no sinecure. To eat bread by the "sweat of the brow" was the curse of Adam ; the sweat of the brain is harder labour still; but the wear and tear of conscience !—Sir CH ARLES FLOWER, being a miser, might not have afforded to keep one.