The Sun.
London, England, 1863-06-18 00:00:00

HOW WE ARE REVENGING SUMPTER.

The following is from the Old Guard, a monthly
journal, recently established in New York:—
"HOW WE ARE REVENGING SUMPTER,
"The following are the reported casualties of this war
from its beginning to Jan. 1, 1863 :
Federals, killed 43,874
" wounded
" died of disease and wounds 250,000
" made prisoners

Total

Confederates, killed 20,893
If wounded
died from disease and wounds .... 120,000
)1 made prisoners

Total

"They have killed twenty-two thousand eight hundred
and seventy-four more of our men than we have of theirs.
" They have wounded, not mortally, thirty-nine thousand
four hundred and fourteen mere of our men than we have
of theire.

" One hundred and fifty thousand more of our men have
died of disease and wounds than of theirs.

" They have made prisoners of forty-six thousand more
of our men than we have of theirs,
"Our total casualties are two hundred and thirty-seven
thousand two hundred and ninety-seven ram e than theirs
—that is, our casualties have been fourteen thousand more
than as much again as theirs,
" This is the way we have 'revenged the firing on Fort
Sum pt er.'
"But this is not all. We have spent almost two thou-
sand millions more of money than they have spent.
"We have made two hundred thpusand of our women
widows.
-" We have made one million of children fatherless.
" We have destroyed the constitution of our country.
" We have brought the ferocious savagery of war into
every corner of society.
We have demoralised our pulpits, so that our very
religion is a source of immorality and blood.
" Instead of being servants of Christ our ministers are
servants of Satan.
"The land is full of contractors, thieves, provost mar-
sii3ls, and a thousand other tools of illegal and despotic
power, as Egypt was of vermin in the days of the Pharoahs.
" We are rapidly degenerating in everything that exalts
a nation.
" Our civilisation is perishing.
" We are swiftly drifting into inevitable civil war hem in
the North.
" We art turning our homes info charnel houses.
" Th re is a oprpse in every family.
" The angel of death sits in every door.
" The Devil has removed from Tartan's to Washington.
" We pretend that we are punishing the, rebels, but they
are punishing us.
" We pretend that we are restoring the Unfon, but we
are destroying it.
" We pretend that we are enforcing the laws, but we are
only catching negroes.
" That is the way we are ' revenging Sumpter.'
" Selling our souls to the Devil and taking Lincoln and
Co's. promise to pay. We have it in greenbacks and blood
" That is the way we aro revenging Sumpter.'

NIZNY MUSIC BY WEBER.—Mr. Benedict pro-
mises to produce, at his concert on the 22d, some as
yet unpublished MS. compositions of Carl M. Von. Weber,
a duet for soprzmo and tenor, an arietta for soprano, and
a choral war-song, "We trust in God." These pieces are
items in a list of " mozister" dimensions, including some
forty or more pieces, some new or unfamiliar, the rest suffi-
ciently hackneyed.
MUSCULAR HEROES.—Any number of such books
as " Guy Livingstone," might bs.q written by any
one who could hit off the particular trick i,'. f style. Take a
giant with knotted muscles, and some worat...n for him to
love or dirt with—alternate between inchoate adn2tery and
incohate seduction, flavoured with scowls, re'icence:- and
the affectation of being unaffected—and you have only sot
to change the names and vary the Greek quotations in order
to make as many novels as the public will buy. It must
be a strange sensation for the author to bring on the stage
his fourth or fifth giant with knotted muscles, and to tell
the reader for the tenth time, in a sort of confidential aside,
that he does not hold him up as a model of virtue, with his
hard face and evil smile. Such a giant must in time be-
come a sort of Frankenstein. "Master," he might say, " I
have held a man out at arm's length and choked him. I
have swung out my mighty fist from 'my left hip and felled
to the ground a man bigger than myself. I have crumpled
up a silver cup between my fingers in the agony of death,
and what on earth am Ito do now l'" If his master would
or could have the kindness to tell him to go to his own
place and stay there, it would be a satisfaction to his readers
and himself.—Saturday Review.
WELLINGTON AND TALLEYRAND, AS " SIX" AND
" HALF-A-DOZEN !"—lsabey, having been com-
missioned to paint the Congress of Vienna, in which were
to figure united, at the end of a conference, all the per-
sonages who formed part of it—" Monsieur," said Lord
Wellington, with the genuine British pride, to the artist,
" I consent to figure in your picture only on condition that
I occupy the first place : it is mine, and I held to it."
" Mon cher ami," said Prince Talleyrand, " authorciiseide as
1 lam to represent France, as regards both you an ii ,
' ought to occupy the first place in your picture or not to
-r in it all." How were these pretensicn's to be re-
appe, 9
coneiled . It was indispensable that they should be ;and
after mature reflection, was
the plan hit :Lpen by :be artist,e
tering the ball of confe-
this :—Lord I,l4.llington
filc,caesd upon him, so that he could
rents, and all eyes were
othft,:lie scene, whilst Talleyrand,
believe himself the k. °g centre, had, in reality, the
seated in an arm-chairurit.
I:hen Isabey persuaded the noble
pictorial place of
ag°r:hy°andsorno r seen in profile, because he
lord that he was far
Iv.
'which so flattered the Duke of
ranks
nekkse sketch
his() f
thus resembled Id .
i
Wellington that he.insistecl.on p urchasing
E bland an
picture,which is now in 1 b I
this
farailY as the
one of the most glorieua ru\nnorials of hie career.—
IA Batons (I' 4utrifois,