The Sun.
London, England, 1853-05-05 00:00:00

( From the Morning Herald.)

So it seems the supporters of Mr. Gladstone and of
the Coalition have determined to try, by a grand con-
centric literary attack, to " write down' Mr. Disraeli.
They would test by experiment the soundness of a late
poet's saying, " that no man could be written down ex-
cept by himself." No rule, they calculate, without its
exception ;
much may be done by a combined onslaught,
much by an overwhelming advanee of many columns,
so timing their charge as to Ell simultaneously upon a
surrounded and outnumbered enemy. With such hopes,
'
doubtless, and on some such Flan, it is that we find the
Edinburyh Review, the Times, the Morning Chronicle,
and a host of subordinate skirmishers, under cover of
perfect
efforts moreconcert,
their weightier metal, and closer battle, suddenly sus-
pending, so far as the late Chancellor of the Exchequer
is concerned all desulto operations, and directing in
udat
to ry
hnaen
theyacl thehad sameever before moment,
forth against the credit and the influence, the personal
put
character, and the political existence of one man. The
worst of it is, for the purpose of the " writers down,"
that the invectives in question are too rabid to win the
concurrence of' the great mass of the people, without
being brilliant enough to secure even their reluctant ad-
miration. Great passion, or rather, if we may be par-
doned the word, great impassionment, is, indeed, an in-
fectious thing, when some great and exciting excuse or
provocation is shown, though but at half light. When,
however, we behold a degree of animosity and of foam-
ing resentment exhibited' out of all proportion to any
justification which either those who are thus transported
condescend to allege, or we are able to imagine, then
we are rather disgusted and repelled than attracted.
What, for instance, can be more pitiably ran-
corous than the grand accusation from which, as
from a sprin g-head all the charming epithets of
" degraded," " lost," " demoralised," " desperate,"
te catilinarian," " vile," &c., are drawn ? Our
readers will start when we tell them that it is Mr. Dis-
raeli's friendship with Lord George Bentinck ! All that
is most hateful and debased in the pretended affection of
an intriguing and parasitical knave—all that is most
helpless and contemptible in the drivelling confidence of
a brainless lord—these things, and these only, can be
allowed to have brought two such men into intimacy.
An intercourse arising out of a mutual esteem, regard,
and trust--ripened by the Wm velle and the ident nolle
in life—and severed only by that untimely and afflicting
death of the one friend, which the other mourned with
so bitter a grief—deserved a different mention, a differ-
ent commentary. We envy not the mind of him who,
on this subject, has nothing. to tell us save that there was
a wretch who (that he might some day clamber into
lookeout for a weak-minded, influ-
political power)
himself h •
sycop ant in order
ential nobleman, and made
to be the ruler of a dupe.
But it seems Mr. Disraeli, when hardly emerged from
boyhood, wrote an amusing novel, and in that work,
produced at that age, we must look for the only proofs