The Sun.
London, England, 1856-10-24 00:00:00

L ) DON, FRIDAY, OCTOBER 24, 1856.

Italy is given the go-by as, coolly in 1856 as the
same thing was done in 1854 in regard to Poland.
Tho infamy of this reiterated policy of cowardice
cannot but hang over the heads of the Western
Powers an avenging blade as keen and deadly as
the one that trembled of old upon the suspension
of a hair above the head of DAMOCLES. A gos-
samer thread held in the hand of an unsparing
NEMESIS ! How deplorable the contrast pre-
sented by this despicable laissez faire system of
turpitude and indifference when compared with
the heroic and divine principle of the antique
Governments—Fiat jastitia 'mat coelum! Justice?
Has it not demanded the restoration of the Polish
nationality ever since the date of the first, and
more than ever since the last fatal, and disastrous
Partition ? Has it not pleaded, from the disrup-
tion of the Byzantine Empire even until now, for
the revival of the most grand and fascinating of
all the great European day-dreams--that of the
revival of Italian Independence ? Yet, how have
the twin arbiters of the destinies of Christendom
allowed opportunity to slip by after opportunity
—whether in reference to the restoration of that
nationality of Poland, or to the revival of that
independence of the Roman Peninsula 1 There
was the sequel of the revolutionary outbreak of
1830, when one after another the nations of the
European Continent strove to emerge from the
darkness of despotic to the light of constitutional
administration. Afterwards there was the sequel
of the still wilder insurrectionary turmoil of
1848, when the thunders of the dread political
detonation in Paris were re-echoed from the
Alps to the Carpathians. A signal from Trance,
or one from England, or, better still, a simul-
taneous trumpet-call from both—and Italy, as in
the twinkling of an eye, would have been in
arms from the lagunes of Venice to the hill-tops
of the Abruzzi !—and Poland would have risen
as one from the dead to reassert the glory of
\her ancient fame, the fame of SOBIESKI, the
fame of STANISLAUS, the fame of KOSCIUSKO !
And now in 1856, when the Revolutions of "thirty"
and "forty-eight" have fermented or evaporated
down to their veriest dregs—Poland lies still
dead and buried under the heels of her banded
spoliators—ltaly still groans in the long captivity
resulting from the greed of foreign spoilers and
from the degeneracy
of her debased and almost
unhoping population. Alas ! after all, it may be

scarcely so lamentable a fate that Poles and

Italians have never awakened the sympathies,
separately or together, of the Gallic or British
Governments. Possibly, if not probably, had the
Western Powers combined their energies for the
building up anew of a monarchy, having its
capital at Warsaw or at Cracow, at Rome oc. at
Milan, we should have seen the parturient
mountain giving birth to some mouse of a Ger-
man Potentate ! Was it not so at the close
of the sublime farce of the Hellenic Revolution ?
That magnificent outburst of enthusiasm
which carried the imagination of Europe back to
the classic age of MILTIADES and ErAmniormAs
that superb outbreak of a resuscitated people
at whose behest MAVROCORDATO buckled on his