The Sun.
London, England, 1862-05-02 00:00:00

podes—the Norwegian and the Mexican, the
Japanese and the New Zealander jostling each other
in that motley throng. There, within the precincts
of that Palace of the Great International Exhibi-
tion, any observant visitor might, without quitting
the walls of Captain FOWKES'S giant structure—
an edifice incongruously remarkable for its execra-

ble architecture, and its admirable engineering—

anyone, we say, might there, within the course of

an afternoon's stroll yesterday, realise Dr. JOHN-
sox's Puck-like fancy, a fancy " putting a girdle
round the earth" in a single line—where the author

of " London" writes—

" Survey mankind from China to Peru!"
There—at South Kensington, on the May day
of 1862, more completely even than eleven years

previously on the May day of 1851—the visitors to
the Great International Exhibition could, with the

utmost facility, at one central point in London,
survey mankind as aforesaid, and not only be-
hold representatives of the whole human family

of every tribe, and every creed, and every
complexion, but all the products of nature brought
by them from every diversity of climate, and all the
products of art and manufactures collected from all

the scattered emporiums of commerce.
It will necessarily and, as a matter of course,
take some time yet to enable us fully to realise the
value, or even the general scope and character of

the wonderful treasures of all kinds now emu=

lated upon that one favoured spot of earth. As
yet we can think seriously in its regard of little

else than of the mere fact of the inauguration of
our new Palace of Art and Industry. Shorn
as the inaugural ceremonies necessarily were
of that crowning splendour which would have
been imparted to them by the attendance of royalty,

an attendance rendered impossible by the irrepar.
able calamity which has so recently befallen us all
—the Opening of the Exhibition 'yesterday was
nevertheless conducted with a pomp and ceremonial
truly regal in its character, a pomp and ceremonial
worthy, by their magnificence, at once of the Occa-
sion, of the Nation, of the Age, of the loyalty due
to the absent QUEEN, of the grateful thanks
" wept," according to the Poet Laureate's exquisite
phrase, to the memory of the departed PRINCE, the
grateful thanks " wept" to his memory by the
choral chaunt of a thousand voices, and by the
clang of innumerable instruments, in the pathetic
harmonies of STERNDALE BENNETT.
It is calculated that altogether not fewer than
thirty thousand persons of both sexes, and of all
ages—the pick of the " upper ten thousand" of
course amongst them, in far more than their due
proportion, as compared with those known
familiarly amongst us as the homelier
"million" assisted inside the building as
spectators at the gorgeous ceremony of inaugura-
tion. The procession itself, of course, constitu-
ting the chief part of that same inaugural cere-
mony. The Royal Commissioners, having at their
head the stalwart form and princely pres-
ence of his Royal Highness the Commander-in-
Chief, who acted, in fact, upon the occasion as
peculiarly and expressly the representative of the
SOVEREIGN. For it was the Duke of CAMBRIDGE
who responded briefly to the elaborate introductory
or inaugural address read by the Earl GRANVILLE
—the Earl's address by a curious but not ungraceful
casualty being rendered partially inaudible by the
distant intonation of the National Hymn of " GOD
Save the QUEEN" at another part of the vast and
straggling edifice. And it was the voice of H.R.H.
the Duke of CAMBRIDGE that announced in high-
pitched accents(immediatelythe ceremonial was over)
to the whole of the enormous assemblage that the Ex-
hibition was formally opened ! Before these ceremo-
nials,however. were over, before that announcement
could be made by his Royal Highness, the concourse
there collected together hfid hearkened in breathless
silence to the prayers addressed to Heaven by the
Bishop of LONDON, prayers beseeching the blessing
of Heaven upon the whole of this great peaceful en-
terprise—an enterprise, the meaning of which, by
reason of its reverential end lenignant significance,
might not only ivart:y b. b., the ‘6lcotial
chorus, Gloria in excelsis DVO, ET IN TERRA FAX
HOMINIBUS ! Besides the religious portion of
yesterday's proceedings, the portion immediately
presided over by the Bishop of LONLON, there
was conspicuously heard among the musical per-
formances, that lent their perfecting charm to
the day's events, the adoring sounds of the su-
blime " Hallelujah Chorus" of Handel. The Chorale
of our own gifted countryman, Professor STEAN-
DALE BENNETT, we have already particularised—
the eminently beautiful and appropriate words of
that Chorale having been written expressly for
the occasion by the master hand of ALFRED 'TEN-
NYSON. But before and after that "music, mar-
ried to immortal verse," had charmed the ears of the
assemblage, there were performed, at the beginning
and at the close of the day's proceedings, under the
rhythmic baton of Mr. COSTA, two other grand
original compositions, also written expressly for
this memorable occasion by two of the most gifted
and renowned among the Great Composers now
living—an " Overture" by M. MEYERBEER, and a
" March" by M. AUBER—a March worthy of the
author of the Cheval Bronze and Alasaniello, and
an Overture worthy of the author of the Prophete
and the _Huguenots. The confusion of enjoyment
that followed immediately upon the breaking
up of the more formal part of the official
ceremony of inauguration, perhaps, was not the least
picturesque, it was certainly not the least agreeable
portion of the day's incidents. The extempore
picnics, with champagne and lobster salads, got up,
on the spur of the moment, in the most unexpected
localities—here (conveniently enough, it seemed,
for any carving that might have to be done) among
the cutlery of Sheffield—yonder, in the cool recess
of a model railway carriage—now among the hard-
ware of Birmingham—now within pleasant view
of the already fast-flowering gardens of the
Horticultural Society. It was interesting, more-
over, to notice among the celebrities present
the gallant Sir THOMAS TROUBRIDGE, that
wreck of a hero, the sig'it of whose muti-
lated form wheeled up to the dais at
the distribution of the Victoria Crosses drew tears
from the eyes of her Majesty the QUEEN but a
very few years back—it was interesting, we say, to
note Sir THOMAS TROUBRIDGE yesterday hobbling
on his way through the throng, with the aid
merely of a stick to lean upon, placed again afoot
among his fellows, thanks to the blended agency
of surgical and mechanical ingenuity. Numerous
other incidents might be particularized as having
tended yesterday to diversify the interest attached
to yesterday's celebration. Enough, however, will
surely have been remarked if we but add that thanks
to the Morning Post, we are enabled to present
to our readers, this evening, an admirably clever
and complete eutline of the ground plan of the
Exhibition Building—by the aid of which plan the
visitor to the Exhibition may readily and confi-
dently thread his way through all the mazes of
that apparent labyrinth.

Will Yorktown be a Sebastopol for M'CLELLAN
There is some reason to think so. It is well
situated for defence. The place in Lord CORNWAL•
LIS' time was but a 'village, and was garrisoned
with only about 6,000 men, of whom scarcely above
4,000 were found effective at the close of the siege;