The Sun.
London, England, 1854-05-25 00:00:00

In these trifles you 'may trace some of the feature
which lie embedded in the depths of his character : they
mark the man. In his language and bearing you can
always detect a certain straining for effect. He is always
an actor ; with him " life's but a stage '• " and assuredly,,
during the last six months, no player has been so much
stared at as he. Your first interview with him leaves a
pleasing impression ; your second does not destroy the
first, but convinces you that he is an excellent actor.
You will find him reposing on his divan, or sofa, dis-
carding the tailor, or Turkish fashion, the legs tucked
beneath the body, but one leg thrown over the other.
The tchibouque in his hand, is with him a plaything
whereas with the Turks it is an object of solemn soli-
citude and respect. On your entrance, he will rise and
greet you with European politeness, and bid you wel-
come after a fashion unknown to and unpractised by
the Turk. If he wish to do you special honour, he will
seat you by his side, and then clapping his hands, the
the attendants will enter with pipes and coffee. If you
decline the former, he will assure you that smoking is
indispensable during a campaign. You talk to him of
Turkish affairs, and the probable results of the conflict :
he smiles ironically, and says all will end well, but he
sneers that all will not go on very. smoothly. .

Talk to him of the Turkish artily, his faze lights up at
once, it is the object of his parental, care and love, for
he formed and fashioned it. He likes to talk of Monte-
negro, for he knows it was there that his name first be-
came historical. But he loves well to talk of the days
which he passed as Commander-in-Chief of Bosnia and
Bucharest ; and the band under his windows has orders
to play all those well-remembered airs, calling him back
to the campaign of 1848, when, side by side with his
present foe, Luders, he was the cynosure of every eye
in Moldavia.

His activity is astounding. You know that on one
occasion, in the depth of winter, he rode from the moun-
tains in Montenegro to Shumla, in nine days, recon-
noitering on his way the whole neighbourhood of Sofia.
His constitution is so hardened by exposure, that there
is no wearing him out. He is seldom or ever ill ; cold
water is his panacea for everything, and no hydropathist
ever used it so successfully. Several pails of cold water
are thrown over him, when he rises in the morning,.
before he commences the, important operations of the
toilette.

To behold him to advantage, you should:see him vault
into his saddle. Then all the hero stands confessed
before you. He has one strange gift of being able to
detect the slightest whisper which has reference to him
or his actions—as Byron said of another hero in a
smaller way :
" He had the skill, when cunning's gaze would seek,
To probe his heart, and watch his changing cheek,
At once the observer's purpose to espy,
And on himself roll back his scrutiny."
By the way, all his portraits represent him with a
telescope in his hand, but he never uses it.
Omer Paella is a man of no ordinary intelligence. He
possesses strong powers of reasoning and argumenta-
tion, and brings forward his proofs, step by step, till he
has firmly established the grounds of his argument.
From the warmth with which he does this, you would
suppose it to have been the inspiration of the moment,
but it is the result of careful study and preparation.
With respect to his acquirements, his superiority over
every other Turkish commander is unquestionable ; but
when measured by the European standard, they are not
remarkable. His friends admit that he has no preten-
sion to any solid knowledge, beyond that of military
matters, which with him is extensive. In another re-
spect he is a striking exception to the Turkish comman-
ders—he is remarkably disinterested—his pay is enor-
mous—he receives about 1,5001. sterling per month, but
he spends every piastre, and is always slightly in debt—
his generosity is unbounded—his hand is ever open as
day to melting charity, and what still more redounds to
his praise throughout the territory over which his juris-
diction extends, the Pachas are not permitted to indulge
in their wonted extortions.

His manner of life is simple, but he can scarcely be
called abstemious • he likes a good glass of wine, and
indulges more freely in the juice of the grape than be-
comes a rigid Mahomedan ; but in this respect he re-
sembles his colleagues, for there are left few officers,
whether in the civil or military service of Turkey, who
abstain from the use of wine. Many a Pacha may be
found at noon with something more than " jist a drappie
in his ee," but Omer Pacha never allows himself to be
thus " overtaken."—Morning Advertiser.

FRIGHTFUL ACCIDENT BY MACHINERY.—On Monday,
Mr. W. S. Rutter, one of the coroners for the county of
Lancaster, held an inquest at Haughton, on view of the
body of John Knowles, aged 50 years, who was killed
on Thursday. He was night banksman at one of Mr.
Fletcher's collieries at Denton, and on Thursday had
been assisting to wind coals out of one of the pits.
Having finished this about midnight, he and the man in
care of the steam-engine boilers proceeded to alter the
rope preparatory to winding up water, and for that
purpose he went to the drum upon which the rope coils
itself when lifting anything out of the pit, in order to
detach the end of the rope that was fastened to the drum.
The mode of doing so appears to have been exceedingly
dangerous, even to a man acting with the greatest cau-
tion. The drum works close to a wall not more than 2i
inches from it. In this wall there is a large hole cut,
through which a person altering the rope has to get, at
the risk of injury to himself from accidental starting of
the drum, or other cause. Knowles untied the end of
the rope and called out "Go on," upon which the engi-
neer below started the engine, and the drum had made
about three-fourths of a revolution, when the fireman
called to him that Knowles was killed. It would seem
that when he had unloosed the rope and given the order
to go on, he thrust his head beyond the wall into the
narrow space described, to see if the fireman had caught
the end as it unlapped from the drum, and the conse-
quence was that one of the iron spokes of the drum,
which are flush with its exterior rho, struck his head
and carried away a full half of the entire skull, from
hack to front, scattering blood, brains, hair, bones, and
flesh in all directions. His eye was also scooped out at
the same time. The unfortunate man was found quite
dead, and presenting a most horrible spectacle. A ver-
dict of " Accidental death" was returned.
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