The Sun.
London, England, 1864-06-02 00:00:00

Of this great Christian nation (which he has not
yet named) the Count DE MONTAIAMBETIT takes
occasion a little further on to remark, quite as
uncompromisingly—She, this Victim Nation, has
called to ail the powers, to all the rights, here
below. She has it:yoked, turn by turn, with
the most poignant adjurations—Civilization, Huma-
nity, the Rights of Nations, the New Right,
Modern Ideas, Progress, Honour,Recollections,Pity,
Public Conscience! She has obtained nothing ! To
this piercing, heart-rending appeal no one has re-
sponded I And, he goes on, with noble accents of
scorn, io single them out one by one, and to arraign
them, each one amon got, them for its respective de-
falcation. Civilization, he says, this self-vaunting
Modern Civiiization, has virtually confessed itself
vanquished by Barbarism ! Liberty, this haughty
and austere liberty—haughty and austere at least
(theoretically) against oppression—has been power-
less, here, to secure even the most elementary
of all liberties, the liberty of living ! And so on,
with the rest. But—at last—in this frozen tran-
quillity, in the midst of this universal indifference
one voice, says the Count DE MONTALTMBERT, one.
voice is heard—one alone—replying to that cry of
distress raised by agonised Poland. The affecting
circumstances attendant upon the lifting up of that
solitary voice in reply to Poland, had already been
recognised where its recognition might least have
been anticipated—namely, on the seventh of last
month, in the Chamber of Deputies at Turin.
It had, then and there, upon the mere men-
tion of it, been welcomed, not only with
profound emotion, bat with resounding acclama-
tions. M. BROFFERIO, it was—himself one of the
most conspicuous adversaries of the Papal
Power—who, on the ith of May, in the
Chamber of Deputies at Turin—seized the
as it were upon the very opportunity to remark,
morrow of the publication of the POPE'S Ency-
clical letter about Poland—" When I behold an old
man exhausted, suffering, without resources, with-
out army, on the brink of his grave, reprobating
thus a powerful potentate because of his swallowing
uP a whole people with his despotism, I feel
myself moved to the very centre of my
being, I believe myself carried back to the
time of GREGORY VII., I bow in homage, I
appiand." Whereupon, the whole assembly—listen.
ing to those fervid words—itself applauded. It is
to be regretted that the Count DE MONTALEMBERT
should have had reason for remarking here, in a foot
note of Le Correspondent, that no similar incident
transpired during this recent session in the French
Chambers. Reverting, however, to the extra-Par-
liamentary remarks uttered by that Great French
Orator, whom untowerd circumstances have un-
happily denied admission within the walls of the
Imperial Legislature—reverting, however, we say,
to what is here said, without the walls of that
Legislature by the Count de MONTALEMBERT in
reference to this one voice raised in behalf of Poland
—speaking of it in his character as Catholic, he
exclaims, not very surprisingly, even when his
words come to be echoed here in Protestant Eng-
land—the vote° which has thus been raised, this
one solitary, isolated voice—" It is the voice of
of religion—a voice plaintive, indignant, immortal.
That which is here visibly before the eyes of us all,