The Sun.
London, England, 1853-09-27 00:00:00

conforming to my wishes. Do not, therefore, esteem
him lightly. He is at this moment the most unpopular
man in England for the part he has taken as regards me.
Emperor—Bah ! What are mob shouts in England
One day the people stone Wellington, and another they
gather in millions to attend his funeral.
Czar—But it is not the mob this time. It is the class
which has all the strength, the class that puts down mobs
with dragoons just as readily as you or I should. The rich,
the educated, and the well-born classes—all except a
few cotton jobbers—are full of bitter animosity against
Aberdeen, and one of these days he will be swept from
office by their indignation. All this he has incurred for
me, and the day I hear of his fall I shall send him a whole
batch of orders.

Emperor—You see, if England keeps on terms with
France—

Czar—Which she will. That maudit meddler, Malmes-
bury, contrived to lay so solid a basis for the union of
France and England, that even Aberdeen's crabbed in-
genuity could not shake it ; and Palmerston, if he comes
in, knows his business too well to run risks in that
quarter.

Emperor—Very well. Then suppose you march upon
Constantinople
Czar—Suppose nothing. Remember the motto of the
Golden Fleece—A ntc ferit quam "lamina micet.
Emperor—lt appears to me that mystery is pretty well
exploded by this time. So we will suppose what I say.
You beat Omer Pacha out of Schumla and march on
the capital. The English and French fleets burn Odessa
and bombard Sevastopol—
Czar—They will do nothing of the kind, my beloved
brother, nothing. At least not if we put on, as I said,
a bold and united front. If you will join me, and, Ido
not say, repay any little service I have done you in the
Hungary business (for you may command a million or so
of my men at any time for such a trifle), but if you will
secure your own safety by joining with me against the
constitutional Powers, neither French nor English
powder will waken the echoes of the Black Sea. Russia
and Austria, united, and Prussia— (whispers)—yes, that
at least—the others will see very good reasons for leav-
ing the Turks to settle their affairs with me, and for in-
terceding just when I desire it.
Emperor—l do not see the English papers.
Czar—But I do ; and you will be glad to hear that,
in anticipation of your seeing the force of my arguments
here at Olmutz, the leading English journal is already
advancing reasons why the Turks should be left to their
fate —because they are wicked Mahometans, because
they have in other times persecuted Christians, and be-
cause war costs blood and money. A sneaking Minister
has always a sneaking organ ; and you are wrong, my
dear brother, not to read the journals.
Emperor —Well, if that is so, I confess that the in-
terests of Austria and of Europe would seem to demand
that I should yield to my wishes and side with you.
Then, if a Mazzini outbreak in Italy, or a Kossuth affair
in Hungary, should occur—
Czar—Send me word, and I will do the whole work
for you, from the first shot to the last gallows.
Emperor—Then Buol had better see Nesselrode.
Now shall we go to the ladies ? I have invited—
(Smiles.)

Czar (laughs)-0, nothing I like better—in proper
time and place. Come along, mon cher frere. One of
these days you must come and spend a fortnight with
me at Stamboul, and let me show you St. Sophia, and
the Seraglio, eh, jeune coquin.
Exeunt—[The Czar playfully poking the Emperor of
Austria in his Imperial ribs.