The Sun.
London, England, 1824-07-06 00:00:00

To the Right Hon. GEORGE CANNING.

shall make no apology for intruding on
your time ; the busiest and the wisest men have
most leisure, for they assign to each hour its proper
duty. To a first Minister who wields the power
of this vast Empire, while his wisdom directs her,
counsels in the Senate to a statesman who enjoys
and deserves to enjoy this free nation's confidence,
the present crisis is big with incident.
We have lived to see systems overthrown in
government ; in others in commerce—our blind
devotion to national vanity lost us America, or
rather anticipated the loss, by a few years of
folly, which would have taken place in a more
steady, quiet, and statesman-like form—in a few
years, perhaps half a century, such is the notori-
ous expose of national gratitude—such is the love
of colonial infancy for its parent's senility.
From the loss of America, we may date the
commencement of those systems of change in
sentiment and in Governments, which, by steady
and necessary reciprocation, induced the grand
metastasis in political life, engendered in all
the old Governments of Europe.
When will Statesmen, those enlightened Emis-
saries of Heaven's attributes, to alleviate the
evils of poor and frail humanity, derive know-
ledge from experience ? when in this free Govern-
ment will our Statesmen acknowledge truth when
they do actually appreciate its blessings, and
knowing it, to have the courage to dare either
popular odium or Royal spleen, by nobly relying
on self, uniform, manly, energetic, all-sufficient
genius—who, Mr. CANNING, can believe but the
adage of the moralist is applicable to you and to
your compeers in this influential administration.
" Video meliora proboque ; detenosa minor."
Have you profited by the experience of the
last half century—have the records of your office
grown musty on their shelves, moistened with
the vast tide of British blood shed in conformity
to the mandate of folly, at one time time royal,
at another democratic and factious? Has our
fatuilous effort at domination, which lost us our
Colonies, those exuberant Scyons of national ex-
crescence, been thrown away on the will of a
great Statesman, worthy to wield the Empire
whichCHATnAst grasped—why,Mr. CANNING, do
you wait ?—Do you want knowledge of French
politics in the year of our Lord 1824 ? Do you
think that nation of brave men, of cava-
liers, now metamorphosed into heartless and fac-
tious Royalists and democrats, and self-consti-
tuted patriots—do you mistake their views, their
vices, their crimes national, constitutional, ende-
mini ? Know you not the definition or the cha-
racteristic of the Gallic nation, drawn by the
terse and acute annalist, Tacitius ?—Will
you, while your beaureaux are filled with
rational, cautionary surveillance of Europe's
apostasy—will you, with a brave, a free, and
great nation, occupying the central point of
assault in old Europe, aided by the young but
gigantic arm of her aspiring offspring in the New
World--t-will you wait tilt despots have risen like
strong Men from their slumber, and arrayed their
strength for battle ?

The glory of modern politics is the anticipa-
tion of great evils in their germina, and by bold
but salutary caution striking those great blows,
wl►ich,though despots may declaim never so loudly,
though patriots may rail ever so pitiously, still the
silent and calm voice of universal approval will
calm like the voice of a wise and good man in
a moment of popular madness.

This moment has art've d,--w ill you wait till
associated despots have plumed their eagle
pinions for an ill-omened flight against the
free and the brave in the young governments of
that vast Continent, South America? Be bold,
—be vigilant,--a few noble and vigilant strokes
will astonish and astound these whiskered cor-
fathom of the North,—these great, these bad, and
multified despots, who, assuming the blasphemous
attribute of Holy, would palter up their vile
systems of domination under the trite and mean
garb whose seams are obvious. What! shall we
now mistake the policy of fools because they
wear paper crowns, left on their unworthy heads
by the Corsican puppet, by mere accidents in
seasons, in gusts of wind, snow, and frost ?
Are we to consider that Kings have not the
sense to improve, which is so notoriously cog-
nizable to their subjects, or do we want a know.
ledge of the deterioration of the human heart,
by the cares and habitudes of exalted place

Let us awake—let us do in time what as-
suredly we shall be driven to ere the close of this
year—send a large naval force to the waters of
the Spanish Main—wait not till their green-
garbed Scythlas leave them—move to their forests
for other Scithias and other climes—let our navy
ride on their saline frontiers—let Spain and Por-
tugal in the Old, and their Colonies in the New
World, claim the protection, the blood, the trea-
sure of this godlike, protecting arm,
thunder so lately hurled its bolts on upstart des-
pot,, and enfranchised Europe. whose
BELLA'fOR.

A letter from Vienna, dated the 15th June,
states, that in the neighbourhood of l'esth, in
Hungary, the complaint is universal of the ex-
treme cheapness of all sorts of indigenous pro.
duce-- at the same time that there was an in-
creasing disposition on the part of people of pro-
perty to speculate in Government Securities.
The following is an extract from a letter, dated
Cadiz, the Ist June t--• 44 We are plagued with
an almost msparalleled drought, and with inces.
sant stormy east winds, which together totally
destroyed all vegetation, converting the sown
corn into sheer straw. The wells and springs
are dried up, the cattle are languishing, and man-
kind are looking forward with anxiety to a hope-
less futurity. The price of wheat is doubled.
Oil is 50 per cent., and wine 33 per cent.
dearer."

Lord BYRON'S remains, which are arrived at
the Nore, are to be deposited in Poet's Corner,
Westtyinster Abbey. The vessel containing the
body of the Noble Poet is now performing qua-
rantine,