The Sun.
London, England, 1860-11-06 00:00:00

SIR CHARLES NAPIER.

Another great Admiral has but just now ex-
pired, even while the mortal remains of the Earl of
DUNDONALD are yet uninterred. Sir CHARLES
NAPIER, of the Tagus, of Acre, of Southwark—has
this very day breathed his last. Peace to his manes
—honour to the dust of the brave dead—to one who
nobly did his duty in the marine of that heroic pro-
fession of which he was through life one of the
brightest ornaments—nobly and gallantly did his
duty in its cause and on its behalf alike within and
without the walls of the Imperial Parliament.

If the schoolboys of the present generation need
illustrations of their text-hand copy—" Fortune
favours the bold"—their masters may surely find it
in this year's Italian campaigns. GARIBALDI and
his 2,000 landing at Marsala, and the rapid deliver-
ance of Sicily, would of course come first--the
march of the few thousands on Naples next—and
the later proceedings of the King of SARDINIA
would bring up the rear. They are, indeed, illus-
trations of the success of diplomatic boldness quite
as much as of the military and more physical
exemplification of the quality; they combined much
of both, for to dare the autocrats of Warsaw and
the Austrians of Venetia, and all the diplomacies
and hostile armies frowning upon him at the same
time—was a bold act. And, therefore, according
to the time-honoured old proverb, fortune does
stand by him.
VICTOR EMMANUEL has now his reward. HQ
has lost two silly ambassadors, and won a great
kingdom. Won it morally—won its hearts, not its
fortunes merely. ONE MILLION THREE HUNDRED
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of ITALY assumes that title not by
mere vulgar conquest, but by the
honest one of popular choice. And the succession
of victories over the mercenaries, ;for such they
really are, who continue to fight against their
country till they have all been driven under the
walls of Gaeta, will strengthen his Popular title,
by the debt due from a nation to its deliverer—the
debt which every Englishman feels that this coun-
try owes to WILLIAM of ORANGE.
The last victories are gratifying in more respects

FEE SUN, LONIVN,

than one. The great number of prisoners taken at
Capua jnstify once more the noble and humane
policy of GARIBALDI, who, throughout the whole
campaign, though a man conspicuous for daring,
has always endeavoured to save the lives of the
Italians opposed to him. The bravest of the brave,
he has yet preferred rather to exercise the strategic
skill which should drive his antagonists to a sur-
render, and then to convince them that he
regarded them, not as enemies, nor as cowards, but
as Italians and misled brethren. View this noble
man's conduct from what point you will, it always
compels your admiration. It is said that the 9,000
or 11,000 prisoners taken at Capua (the numbers
are variously stated) are to be sent to Gaeta. Is
this to aid in starving the fortress into surrender ?
It is not easy to conceive any other motive. GARI-
BALDI generally used to let the prisoners re-enlist
• or return home.

Of the last Sardinian victory the details,Though
few, are satisfactory enough. The rout of the Bour-
bon army on the Garigliano appears to have been
complete. The Royalists seem to have fought with
little heart. Tents, waggons, and an immense
number of prisoners, were left in the hands of the
Italian army, as we ought now to designate it ; this
last incident evincing under the circumstance of a
front attack, that the King of GAETA'S soldiers
had no particular objection to being taken.
The success was followed up. General SoNNAZ
pursued the enemy till he reached and
occupied Mola, a small place at the very entrance
of the peninsula on which Gaeta stands, and but
three or four miles from it. He is also stated to
have taken positions commanding Gaeta. Mean-
time the whole of the Sardinian army was crossing
the Garigliano by a regular bridge, and a second
one which they had constructed, both of them
near the sea, and on Sunday the whole were to
have been on the Gaeta side of the river.
Two lines of the telegram will be read with
pleasure for peculiar reasons. We are told that
the Royalists " throughout their march were much
embarrassed by the fire of the Sicilian fleet." Thus
far, then, the French EMPEROR has shown him-
self sensitive to the universal cry of contempt and
execration with which his inconsistent, and, under
the circumstances, cruel intervention, through the
French Admiral, was everywhere regarded. A
lame apology was indeed attempted for him
by the French press. It was said that
he wished to save FRANCIS JOSEPH the
humiliation of falling into the hands of his own
subjects ! As if his late subjects would not have
been but too happy to see him off their hands, and
off to the Antipodes, if it pleased him. Neither
VICTOR EMMANUEL, nor GARIBALDI, nor the
Neapolitans desire any greater ,favour from the
French than that they should offer the young Bour-
bon a free passage to any part of the earth. It
remains, however, to be seen whether the French
Admiral has orders to persist in his instructions as
regards the fort of Gaeta itself ; and thus to delay
the flight of the ex-King for no earthly purpose
but to display French self-importance, and cause a
double loss of life in the siege of Gaeta. We should
like to know what the " Pacificator of Europe" has
to do with prolonging a useless struggle ; and what
even the " Moderator of Revolution" has to do
with delaying an inevitable consummation. We
hope it will appear that Lord PALMERSTON did
not return in vain so quickly from the north.

Perhaps few' of us suspected there was half so
much good feeling in America towards England as
the visit of the Prince of WALES has elicited. It
has done much for pleasanter relations between
the two countries, if it has done only this. There
has been a spontaneity, a heartiness, a considera-
teness, too, about all the popular manifestations,
as well as in those under the management of the
upper ten thousand, which really leaves nothing to
be desired. All contrasts strangely indeed with
the performances done to order in Imperial pro-
gresses in a neighbouring country. In America
the Prince witnessed popular enthusiasm never
surpassed in the Old World, with popular order
kept not by police, or gendarmes, but by the people
themselves. The hurrahs of such a self-controlled
yet ardent population—of how infinitely greater
worth are they than the vivas shouted by thousands
marshalled and instructed by Trefets and Moires.
In some respects the last great reception of the
PRINCE surpassed all the preceding. The Bos-
tonians—singular as it may seem, recollecting their
traditions of the War of Independence—are the
most English of the Americans, and they pride
themselves on having the most " English City" in
the States. Though the monument of Bunker's-
hill overlooks it, the memorial of their defeat, after
having inflicted such tremendous loss; though the
hall yet stands there, before which the first blood
was shed in the grand quarrel, yet just there the
inhabitants cherish the strongest attachment to
the tastes and habits'of the old country, and to the
old country itself. The conduct of the reception
there was unsurpassed as the combination of perfect
good taste and unbounded enthusiasm. Nothing
could surpass the beautiful and effective arrange-
ments at the Musical Festival, and certainly no
variation that we ever saw of the national air ever
approached in fitness to the occasion, in good
feeling, and the expression of sentiments which we
trust will mark henceforth the intercourse between
the two countries, to the one sung with such
zest at Boston. We feel that it deserves the
prominence which we here give it. It was as
folloWs

" God bless our Fathers' land,
Keep her in heart and hand
One with our own I
From all her foes defend,
Be her brave People's Friend,
On all her realms descend,
Protect her throne 1

" Father, with loving care
Guard Thou her kingdom's Heir,
Guide all his ways;
Thine arm his shelter be,
From him by land and Pea
Bid storm and danger flee,
Prolong his days

"Lord, let War's tempest cease,
Fold the whole earth in peace,
Under Thy wings!
Make all Thy nations one,
All hearts beneath the sun,
Till Thou shalt reign alone,
Great King of Kings I"

The visit of the PRINCE to the house and grave
of WASHINGTON was suggestive of a world of re-
flections ; but there was something really more
touching in his interview with the solitary sur-
vivor of the dreadful fight at Bunker's - hill.
Eighty-five years have passed since the fire, re-
served till the British two thousand had almost
reached the 'nearly extempore works on that dread-
ful summit, poured forth suddenly with such deadly
effect that half the number were killed and
wounded—the rest staggering back to the bottom
of the hill to be rallied only by fresh officers, and
ultimately to dislodge the colonists. Amongst those
deadly marksmen who thus mowed down half the
soldiers of the PRINCE'S great-grandfather was
RALPHFARNHAII, then twenty years of age, now of
course one hundred and five ; and with him the
Heir to the English Throne shook hands. The man
Who had seen three generations of warring and

half reconciled Englishmen was now shaking hands
with the fourth ! That fourth generation coming
on the stage to find all the opinions, political and
commercial, in which the War of Independence ori-
ginated, wholly gone—to find England proud of
the United States as her offspring, the States proud
of England as their mother country, and, above all,
as ardent admirers of the Queen of ENGLAND as
any of her own subjects.

We may hope also that the present year will
chronicle another event which will do more than
any other, permanently, to better the feeling be-
tween the two countries. We refer to the reversal
of the pro-slavery policy of the last forty years,
by the election of a Republican candidate. Of
that happy issue to the Presidential contest
there seems now every probability. The
Democrats are, indeed, making strenuous
efforts to carry New York State, and so to throw
the election into the hands of Congress, but we
can hardly think they will succeed in this. New
York State has been too long republican, though
the numerous Irish in the city take every oppor-
tunity of voting for negro slavery. Should a republi-
can President be elected we shall have no more en-
couragement to slavery and the slave trade. No
more tampering with the post-office itself on behalf
of slavery. No more attempts like those of Kansas,
on the territories. No more insincerity in co-ope-
ration to suppress the slave-trade. And no more
studiedly annoying treatment of England because
we are a nation hating above all things the
accursed traffic in man, and the very name of
slavery. LINCOLN'S election will be a blessing to
both countries.

Never was there such an engregions anti-climax,
never was there a more absurdly abrupt collapse
than the Warsaw Conference. It began something
after the fashion of one of those crackers, beloved
of boyhood, fired off yesterday in the streets in
honour of Don GUIDO FAWKES'S anniversary—
banging right and left, threatening violence in all
directions only to fizz itself out and expire in the
gutter in the merest smoke, with a flavour, or just a
hint or suspicion of gunpowder about it ! It has
exploded this political bomb, and no one is a bit the
worse for it, after all. Europe in effect is, on the
contrary, we can hardly help thinking, a great deal
the better. For if it can be said to have illustrated
anything, this Warsaw Conference between the
three dominant despots of the north, has shown
in a very conspicuous manner the powerlessness of
those old-world absolutist Sovereigns in the pre-
sence of the public opinion of the Christendom of
nowadays. With England, and, even for that
matter, with France, holding aloof from it—the
Conclave was in a manner paralysed—more parti-
cularly in the presence of the whole Italian nation
in arms, vindicating its rights and winning at the
point of the sword its political independence. If
it has done no other good than this, the Warsaw
Conference has certainly demonstrated the fact
that not only is the last Despots' Treaty—the
Treaty of Vienna—just waste paper and no more
than waste paper, but that there is not the smallest
remaining probability that any similar document
will again part and parcel out, at the whim and
pleasure of the Princes, rather than of the Peoples,
the various States, large and small, possessing
in a greater or lesser degree the blessings of Euro-
pean civilisation.