The Sun.
London, England, 1864-06-08 00:00:00

The Duke of Augustenburg,

A letter from Berlin says :--" Since the chances
of the Duke of Augnstenburg have increased in a
manner so surprising, Prussian diplomacy on the
one side, and that of Austria and the secondary
States of Germany on the other, have displayed a
singular activity in seeming in advance the sym.
pathies of the Duke of Schleswig-Holstein-Lauen•
burg. Upon this point there is neither truce nor
pardon, and, though less apparent in the eyes of
Europe than the war against Denmark, this
internal and diplomatic war is not less pas.
sionate."

The following remarks of the Botschafter of
Vienna seem to confirm, as far as Austria is con-
cerned at least, the assertions of the foregoing
letter. The Botschafter says :—" We understand
that the Duke of Augustenburg is expected at
Vienna. The duke knows that Austria has taken
the initiative in his favour, and the tact which he
has displayed in circumstances of difficulty shows
that he will pay as much regard for the conquerors
of Oberselk and of Oversee, and for the comba-
tants of Heligoland, as for the vanquishers of
Duppeli The duke's visit gives us much pleasure
for another reason. It is a certain proof that the
duke has not engaged in any military convention,
or anything of the kind, with Prussia; for he
knows that that would secure !aim a very cold re-
ception. As it is, the duke may be certain of the
most distinguished welcome, and we congratulate
ourselves that things have taken such a turn that
official sympathies are now directed towards Vienna
—the living symbol of the German cause."

THE CHARMS OF STREET MUSIC.--If you are
going to put down everything, and do away with
everything in this way, T want to know what a gentleman
of independent property like myself is to (to ? how am Ito
he amused during the long hours of the day, when there
is nothing doing in the Haymarket ? As I said before, you
have left me nothing to beat ; you won't let me aid
and
abet a fight ; you forbid me to match my dog or my game
cocks ; and now you are going to deprive me of my barrel-
organ—that sweet box of tunes, which comes, as I lie on
the sofa smoking my cigar, to soothe me with Il Balen, and
The Young Man from the Country, and the Dark Girl
dressed in Blue. Oh, how I love that dark
girl dressed in blue ! I have never seen her, but
music has painted all her charms, and I know that she
is a smart young girl, a tall young girl, a nice young girl,
and a dark young girl. All this in a flowing blue skirt.
What a picture I It ravishes my soul I I send out a shil-
ling to poor Giovanni, and bid him play over again and
again, There are two lady patronesses of Giovanni's a few
doors down on the other side cf the way. Charming girls
tLey are, with pink cheeks and frizzy hair, and nearly always
sitting out in the balcony in low dresses. I fancy they ate
orphans, poor things, for I never see any one at the window
who looks like a parent. They are passionately fond of
music, and keep the organ-men playing to them for hours,
and always pay them well; for I am happy to say that,
though orphans, they appear to be well cff, and go out in a
brougham. There is another ardent lover of music at num-
ber one, an old gentleman who had a fortune left him on
condition that he drove out every day in a coach and four.
He has a organ to play to him at all his meals, and when
the painter fellow, at number two, runs out with a maul
stick in his hand to drive the musician away, the old gen-
tlema- has him into the garden, and makes him play there.
There is another cantankerous man near me, who is always
rushing out at the poor fellows and setting the police upon
them. I don't know who he is; but ho sits at a wind ow
all day long writing, and appears to work for his living.
A pretty thing 1 if independent persons like myself, and the,
old gentleman, and the two pretty ladies, are to be deprived
of our pleasure to suit the whims and fancies of mere work-
people. The conceit of the fellows who," study," as they
call is, is perfectly ricliculeue,—.Dickens s "all the Year
Round,"

LITERATURE,

Le Correspondant d'Avril et de Mai. Charles

Douniol.

Several articles of unusual interest are comprised
in these two numbers of Le Correspondant. Upon
the article leading off the later of the two, the one
but just now published, we have already commented
in our leading columns. The argument therein put
forth, it may be remembered, had relation to the
affairs of Poland, and emanated from the hand of
no less illustrious a writer, publicist, statesman
than the Count de Montalembert. We spoke of it
at the time as one of the moat impressive and re-
markableappeals to the nobler sympathiesof Europe
that has ever been addressed to his contem-
poraries even by M. de Montalembert. Turning
back to it again, hearkening once more to these
eloquent and impassioned utterances, we are more
than ever of that opinion. It is a cry of love, of
pity, of homage, of sympathy for that most cruelly
oppressed among all the European nationalities—a
cry ao piercing and persuasive that, brit for the
miserable record of these last seventy years of Rus-
sian cruelty and European apathy, we might
almost hope for its penetrating to the conscience of
the Czar and to the conscience also, we might
say, of the rest of Christendom ! For, while
the Czar himself is of course the chief
offender in the perpetration of this hideous
crime of oppression, the other Powers are guilty
also with the blood-guiltiness of complicity or con-
nivance. The accents of the Count de Montalembert
as now heard through this noble effaeion of his
genius, at once as an orator, as a writer, as a states-
man, and as a great Christian philanthropist, raw
to grateful, we may be certain, to all such earnest
sympathisers with the Polish population, now living,
as the hon. member for King's County—might be
grateful, one is almost tempted to say in pagan
phrase, to the manes of such departed champions of
the cause of Poland as the late gentle hearted,
noble minded Lord Dudley Coutts Stuart. At the
least if inoperative of good, by reasan of the obdu-
racy of those whom the Count de Montalembert is
addressing, namely, all the right thinking men of
Christendom of all tongues and of all countries—the
Count may, once more, at least, exclaim (and with
how much reason !) as he has so often done before
cow upon no less momentous occasions, " Liberavi
anznzam meam!'' He has unburthened his BOW
by giving utterance to the thoughts, emotions, hopes,
aspirations, imparting so fervid an eloquence to his
argument throughout this remarkable paper,entitled,
"Le Pape et la Pologne"—and, while unburthen
ing his own soul in so writing, he has articulated
the thoughts, emotions, hopes, aspirations, lying
until now dumb and unuttered in the breasts, vie,
believe, of many millions of his contemporaries, Ii
is with a sense of personal obligation, therefore,
that we read an argument such as this of
the Count Lde Montalembert's. He says
for us what we caanot express—what at least
tve could not thus havo expressed—for ourselves.
He is again, as he has been before now so often

And so well, the mouthpiece of the Conscience of

Christeadorn ! It is like a light suddenly beheld
in the darkness—a voice abruptly audible in
the silence—a light whose radiance, a voice whose

eloquence is know❑ full well to us all ! Glancing
through the rest of the contents of this latest

number of Le Correspondant and its immediate
predecessor, we observe that Louis Joubert
nes just now brought to a close his nouvelle of "Li
Jeuuesse du Boyers"—that Victor Fournel has a
graphic little disquisition upo❑ " Les Monumens
du Nouveau Paris"—that the ex-Deputy Keller
analyses rather 'searchingly the three last Budgets
f the Imperial Government—that Leon Lagrange
has a tribute to the memory of Ilippolyte Fiandrin
(of whom, by the way, the Count de Montalembert
speaks incidentally and very touchingly towards the

close of his, the Count's, paper about Poland as " the

most Christian and the most deeply to bo deplored
among all contemporary artists")—and, finally, be it
acre remarked in regard to the contents of the April
number of this able periodical, that P. DJuhaire

eontribates to the last publisked instalment but one

of Le Correspondant a criticism very interesting,
indeed, as coming from the hand of a Frenchman

upon the writing and genius of the late Mr. Thaeke.

ray. Perhaps the most attractive paper in the new
livraison of Le Correspondant, after the inaugu-
rative paper of the number from the hand of the

Count do Montalembert, is H. Blsza de Bury's
memorial chapter upon the great composer of the
"Huguenots" and "Lc Propht,e," recently de-
ceased.

People's Edition of Macaulay's History of England,

Part VIII. Longman and Company.
The third volume of this wonderfully cheap and
admirably got-up popular edition of Macaulay's
colossal fragment of our National History, regarded
from a purely Whig point of view, is here, in this
eighth shilling instalmezt, duly commenced. As
a piece of magnificent writing it is beyond the
reach of any exaggeration in the way of praise.
As an example of herculean labour, in the way of
research, it becomes more and more remarkable at
every fresh examination of it. But as for its free-
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well, the less said about all that the better. It
was little else than the statement of a fact, when
somebody dubbed it, years ago, on its first publi-
cation, A Great Whig Pamphlet. The genius of
Lord Macaulay, as Sir Archibald Alison well said
of it, was more forensic than judicial.