The Times has thought proper, in its strange anxiety to depreciate the character of Mr. Bentham, to notice with praise the very contemptible production of a very contemptible fellow—one Parry, lately a caulker, but now calling himself a Major, and who had unfortunately prevailed upon the Greek Committee to send him out to Greece as an Engineer. This exceedingly ignorant, boasting, bullying, and drunken individual, it seems, while engaged in the cause of the Greeks, got introduced to Mr. Bentham's table, an honour which the late estimable Sir Samuel Romilly, and other similar spirits, have always duly appreciated. Taking advantage of this unexpected condescension, the worthless creature in question, in order, we suppose, to get something that he thought would sell, has published various details (of no sort of interest however) respecting Mr. Bentham's habits; such, for instance, as that he dines at 10 o'clock at night; that he runs rather than walks for health, &c., accompanying them with remarks designed to throw ridicule upon his excellent and enlightened Host. We should not have noticed such wretched stuff, had not the Times given it currency, spoken of the low-minded author, who cannot write ten lines of English, with commendation, and made a very flippant and foolish remark upon it. The reputation of Mr. Bentham cannot be lowered by the writers in the Times; but such doings excite great disgust in many quarters; and the Times may be assured, that, ere long, it will have ample reason to regret the unjust and unhandsome course which it so very frequently adopts.