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

ROW WE ARE REVENGING SUMPTER.

The following is from The Old Guard, a monthly
Hurnal, 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
" made prisoners

Total

Confederates, killed 20,893
c; wounded
YO died from disease and wounds .... 120,000
YY made prisoners

Total
"They have killed twenty-twc 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 theirs.
" 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 mole 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
Sumpter.'
"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 thousand 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-
shals, and a thousaad 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 het e in

the North.
" We are turning our homes into charnel houses.
" Th re is a corpsa in every family.
" The angel of death sits in every door.
" The Devil has removed from Tartarus to Washington.
We pretend that we are punishing the rebels, but they
are punishing us.
" We pretend that we are restoring the Union, 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 are revenging Sumpter.'

NEW 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 soprano and tenor, an arietta for soprano, and
a choral war-song, "We trust in God." These pieces are
items in a list of " monster" 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 be written by any
one who could hit off the particular trick of style. Take a
giant with knotted muscles, and some women for him to
love or flirt with—alternates between inchoate adultery and
incohate seduction, flavoured with scowls, re icence, and
the affectation of being unaffe,lted—and you have only got
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 ?" If his master would
or could have the kindness to tell him to go to his own
place and Bray there, it would he a satisfaction to his readers
and himself.—Saturday Review.

WELLINGTON AND TALTAYRAND, 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 tbat
I occupy the first place :it is mine, and I hcld to it."
" Mon chor ami," said Prince Talleyrand, "authorised as
lam to represent France, as regards both you and me,
to
I
ought to occupy the first place in your picture, or not
appear in it all." How were these pretensions to be re-
conciled ? It was indispensable that they should be ; and
the plan hit upon by the artist, after mature re
alflelction, was
this :—Lord Wellington was entering the hof conf
so that he could
rence, and all eyes were fixed upon him,
believe himself the king of the scene, whilst Talleyrand,
seated in an arm-chair in the centre, had, in reality, the
pictorial place of honour. Then Isabey persuaded the noble
lord that he was far handsomer seen in profile, because he
thus resembled Henry IV., which so flatter-NI the Duke of
Wellington that he insisted on purchasing the sketch of
this picture, which is now in England, and ranks in his
family, as one of the most glorious memorials of his career.—
Lea Saeons d' ilutrefoie.