The Express.
London, England, 1853-11-24 00:00:00

THE EXPRESS, THURSDAY EVENING, NOVEMBER 24, 1853

his wan-out belt, mounting his sugar-loaf two feet
high "forlorn hope" cap, with the wounded shreds
flying in the wind, u a Math of honour, of wounds in
war, and putting himself at the head of his Kurdish
horeemewnwoe more, to ride seventy days spin to
offer his services to "our old master's son, the Sultan
of all the faithful!" Think of Afghanistan sending
to Teberiyi to compel them to the war against the
Rowan' Angier ! Verily, the mask • under which
the more ambitious than wise Autocrat intended in
Europe to hide his preparations against England in
Asia will turn out to be the chief of his two faces
before he is well aware of it!

The diplomatists and Russia have already found
out, what we began to discover last June, that there
is a Turkey yet in the world; and a Constantinople,
too, of 1853 far in advance (notwithstanding Mac
Farlane) of the Constantinople which we saw under
the reforming hand of Mahmoud IL in 1831 ; but the
procrastinating note makers have yet to discover that
this contest for one sultan and one faith will prove a
bond of union to the Massulonns which will give
the last grand impulse to their reformation, civilisa-
tion, and Christianity—fabulous as the last word may
sound now. There is no civilised nation that is not
also Christian, and Turkey will receive also faith and
freedom together. Wonderful event of our ap, that,
out of the proverbial seat of the most unbridled des-
potism,4iberty should arise like a new sun in the
east; and that the coming change over the followers
of the false prophet should be destined to crush and
destroy the disgusting idolatrous mummeries of a
pretended orthodox Christian faith, that is, in actual
practice, infinitely below (at Jerusalem even, for we
saw the great fire) the half-untrue and half-true
hnt devout and simple creed of " There is no God but

But England and France must now delay no longer.
At any rate, it is to be hoped they will not pre-
vent the Turks from conquenng, for all Asia is able to
do that from the south which winter prevented Na-
poleon the Great from accomplishing on the west.
The only way. to put an end for ever, or at least for a
pair of centuries, to the ever restless, unscrupulous,
ambitious, despotic, and deadly designs of the Czar
is to use the glorious opportunity which Nicholas has,
now offered, of giving him a most thorough, severe,
and wholesome chastisement. I say glorious oppor-
tunity, for he is openly, confessedly (by all Europe),
wholly and distinctly, and altogether in the wrong.
He has not one particle of justice, right, or
reason upon his side, and he knows it himself,
notwithstanding the air of injured innocence, good
lack ! which breathes out of his war manifesto. The
outrageous Turks, it seems, those powerful barbarians,
have again been taking advantage of the weakness
and helplessness of their innocent and =offending
neighbours of the north, who had simply and quietly
marched down into Moldavia and Wallachia in
hopes of finding warm weather for the winter.
Omer Pacha is likely to niche their thermometer
stand at a figure which it never "reached before"
within the memory of the oldest %Machina ! Allah
and the Prophet grant him success ! for the time is
now come to decide whether Europe shall be Cas-
socked or not! How strange that England and
France still delay ! This fight must be fought out,
sooner or later ; and there never can be so good a
chance again to fight it out as now. It is time to
leave talking, and act, and act now. Let the English
people rise in their irresistible majesty, and throw
overboard every member and every minister who
dares prove recreant in this war of centuries, of
principles, of liberty! Now is the time. The
great and long-expected battle has begun. England!
say, how shall it end? Comprehend its greatness!
Tim the weal or woe of the world which is now at
stake. This fight is not a skirmish between the
Sultan and the Czar : between the Crescent and the
Cross ! How degraded is that Cross, and scarcely
worthy of the name; it is not, in fact, the Cross of
Christ, but the invention of a degraded and ignorant
priesthood! No! it is the great war between heaven-
daring," juredivino," implous,self-exalting, autocratic
despotism, and trodden-down liberty. It is the
war between a towering giant-tyrant and the
threatened world. It is a war between freedom of
the press, of speech, almost of thought, of families,
of villages, of towns, and cities, and nations, against
the tyrant who rules by spies, police, soldiers, and
the knout. Shall one man "bestride Europe like a
Colossus" and will ye "peep about to find disho-
nourable graves?"
Thanks to the geography of the world, shall I
say ?—nav ! thanks to the great Clod of Liberty,
that a wide ocean rolls between my fatherland and
the Mediterranean Sea! But the danger to the
pesos and progress of the world, threatened by him
who surpasses the Madman of Sweden,—
(Think nothing gained while aught remains, he aim,
And all be mine beneath the Polar skim)
—is now so great, that I would my voice were louder
than a thousand brazen trumpets, that it might crow
even the broad Atlantic, and arouse the young
western Anglo-Saxon, and vigorous giant, front his
false security. If the Russian advances to Constan-
tinople, the day will come when America even must
fight him there. 'Tis useless to disguise this truth.
This war is aimed against the "Little Island,"
against our own dear glorious mother-land. 'Tie the
war of one against the peace of all—the war of an
earthly would-be demi-god against the liberties of
the Lilliputian world. For the governments of Eng-
land and France, hitherto (if we know the truth),
have acted like the great rulers of Lilliptt. And
now the only way in which permanent peace. for
mankind and centuries, can be secured, to by the
mt, energetic, downright declaration of war
again propst him who knows himself to be all in the
wrong. He never receded one step—he never yielded
anything but to force. Turkey will never, can never,
raise such an army. again. That army now disbanded
would be her nun ; for death, civil war, misery,
bloodshed, will accompany its fiery, furious, discon-
tented homeward march. Punish the great world-
robber now. He never yielded anything—grant him
nothing. No more dilly-dallying. Drive him back
defeated, disgraced, foiled at every step, at every
moment

Recede with honour," say the diplomatic chil-
dren. Drive him back with dishonour. " Conquer"
from him a pesos dishonourable to him, which shall
and for ever destroy the untried idea of Reagan
might. Reduce him to a second-rats power in
Europe. Give to him who, last September, was the
one great overbearing, arrogant Nesseirode-Men-
ohikoff explainer of the Vienna note, the lemon
which he has so richly merited. I speak strongly,
but truly and soberly. It is better for this one man,
this Nicholas, to be humbled, punished, or even
destroyed, than to subject all Europe to Rus-
sian caprices again. What has he done ? Look at
the work of this single man, and ask if he shall do it
again ? He has created misery which no tongue can
tell, and of which we have not yet seen even the
beginning. Look at this reckon' ng between him
and outraged Europe—the outraged world—nay,
outraged Heaven ! Famine, pestilence, fire, sword,
blood, widows' wails and orphans' misery, death's
desolation, a goodly aasemblar, and all for what P
Because, forsooth, Nicholas is proud, his son must
have a throne, and England must be destroyed! It
came out in goodly Naples the other day : " The
world will never be at peace (the quiet of death)
until this island, this robbers' nest, is rooted up out of
the earth." August Naples will be (Ilsdstoned no
more from the dear " Little Island." Scratch it out;
scratch it out ! But, seriously, England and France,
and even America, must now, and before the Turks
are beaten (for they will then do so of course) join in
one terrific outburst of just indignation, and drive
the great White Bear for ever back into his legiti-
mate icebergs.

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