The Sun.
London, England, 1849-10-19 00:00:00

Obicenina

LONDON, FRIDAY, OCTOBER 19, 1849.

Austria, though for an interval again trium-
phant, is more than ever doomed to destruc-
tion. Aided by the legions of the AUTOCRAT,
the House of Hapsburg has, for the time being,
re-obtained an ascendancy over the destinies
of the Hungarians. Nevertheless, the position of
that dynasty has become for that very reason only the
snore perilous. The hearts of fifteen millions have
been alienated from the cause of the SOVEREIGN at
Schoenbrunn ; and now, although in the apogee of
their success, the glaive of a visible Nemesis glim-
mers already over the heads of the conquerors.
Austria, we repeat, is doomed to destruction. The
brand of death, written in characters of blood,
has been imprinted on the walls of her Im-
perial palace—and the hand by which those
bloody characters have been traced is that
of the inhuman and pitiless HArNau. Europe, accus•
toured though she be to spectacles of horror and inci-
dents of devastation, has shuddered at the tremendous
crimes perpetrated by that monster in the hour of
victory. She has been aghast and overwhelmed with
tribulation at the massacres taking place in Pesth and
Arad—massacres conceived and enforced in cold
blood by the pro-consul of the Red Emperor. It was
miserable enough, GOD knows, to witness the
d iwnfal of the liberty of the Hungarians,
strangled by the brute force of Russia, and stabbed
in the back by the treason of GEORGEY.
Yet, to enhance the gloom of the catastrophe,
to render the fate of the heroic Magyars still
more melancholy and deplorable—we have seen not
only the expatriation of the Liberator KOMUTII, we
have heard not only the glorification of the Traitor
GEORGEY—we have seen the desolation of Hungary,
and have heard the dismal tales of the incarceration and
butchery of her glorious children. The day of
warning has passed by for ever. We speak now not
of a probability, but of a certainty ; and we say,
almost with a feeling of ghastly satisfaction, that the
hour of vengeance will come down at last like a
thunderbolt upon the heads of these assassins of
autocracy, of these homicides of Absolutism. When
that hour arrives, woe be to the murderers of Hunga-
rian patriotism ! They will look in vain for a repeti-
tion of that sublime weakness which, in 1848,
covered the insurgent democracy of the Continent
with the splendour of an unparalleled magnanimity.
They will look and look, alas ! in vain for the re-
abolitioe of the political scaffold. They will find no
shelter then, during that terrible period of expiation,
even under the cover of the majestic eloquence "and
magnificent heroism of a LAMARTINE. They them-
selves have cut the ground from wider their own
feet. They themselves have drowned the popular
generosity in torrents of blood ; they have nailed
their banners not to the mast, but to the
gibbet ; they have 'thrown aside the sword and the
lance for the rope and the guillotine. On them will
descend the penalty of their atrocious butcheries.
And for every victim which has fallen beneath their
merciless weapons, Democracy in the next day of its
ascendancy will demand a fearful and inexorable
account. Princes, and Dukes, and Marshals, savage
Captains and Red Emperors will receive the accu-
mulated heritage of their atrocities. For their recent
proceedings have taught the peoples of Europe the
great truth that the clemency of a revolution is only
productive of the cruelty of a counter-revolution.
Men recognise at last that it is not without meaning
that despots have been robed in purple—dyeing the
garments of royalty as they do in the life-blood of the
populations. That fact has been revealed in the
youthful reign of the Red Emperor FRANCIS JOSEI'II
—more precociously cruel than NERO, more ruthless
in ferocity than BORGIA, more besotted in his early
dominion than HELIOGARALUS. It has been illus-
trated, moreover, by the sanguinary career of the
Red Marshal Haestau, a monster whose Campaign of
the Scaffold has eclipsed the Bloody Assizes of JEF-
TRIES, and whose actual deeds have surpassed the
fabled brutalities of CLAVERIIOUSE.
Since our last enumeration of the victims of
Austrian vengeance, other Hungarian patriots, of
conspicuous distinction and of undoubted probity,
have been barbarously assassinated by order of the
military tribunals at Pesth. LADISKY CSANYI,
the Minister of Public Works, under the
glorious dictatorship of KOSSUTIS, was strangled
on the 10th instant; and on the same
day with him was hanged the Baron JESZENAX. It
cannot be forgotten that it was the former who de-
tected the treacherous correspondence between
OTTINGER and JELLACIIICII. That exposure of a
congenial spirit has been cruelly repaid by the faith-
less and despicable GEORGE!. Poor CSANYI, pre-
vented from proceeding to Turkey with his illustrious
leader, in consequence of the languor of habitual in-
disposition, was compelled to unite his destinies with
those of GEORGEY. His confidence was fittingly re-
sponded to—he was betrayed, brought before the ter-
rorists of Austria, and executed.

On a previous occasion we have spoken of the death
of the unhappy Count Louts BArrnrANT, the AL-
GERNON SIDNEY of Hungary, as an infamous and de-
testable Murder. That epithet is not used as a mere
token of our abhorrence, but as A literal definition