The Sun.
London, England, 1858-10-28 00:00:00

We answer, Yes ! We answer that there are re-
sults now visible upon the face of , Europa which
proclaim distinctly—notwithstanding the inade-
quate terms of the peace so unhappily because'
precipitately and inadequately concluded—that
even through that miserable treaty of Vienna,
there were results gained that were worth
yet more lives and more, money. than we know
to have been actually expended.

Constantinople, once in the grasp of Russia, and
Modern Civilisation would be driven back half-a-
dozen centuries. The European capital of Turkey
is politically—the standing point of ARCHIMEDES.
Let any one of the great Powers of Christendom
obtain a mastery of that, and it would at once
secure an enormous preponderance—a preponde-
rance so considerable that the balance of power
would be at once a thing of the past. We do not
agree to that most dastardly of all political axioms
which tells us that there is nothing in politics that
is worthy of the shedding of one drop of human
blood ! Much less can we subscribe to the opinion
that there is nothing politically worthy of
the expenditure of a single guinea ! It is
nothing, to our mind, at :all to the purpose if an
appraiser appears with his note-book upon the yet
reeking battle field to calculate the value rig
all the gold lace and broadcloth dabbled in
blood and mire in that chaos of slaughter. Row
many died at Thermopylae—what was the cost of it
—does it matter? NELSON expired at Tra•
falgar—more was the grief of the nation
at the calamity—but was the victory worth
gaining or not—though the national ob ituary
was so mournfully increased, and though so large
an item was added that year to our war expen-
diture ?

No—we are as entirely opposed to Mr. BRIGHT,
in what we believe to be his most mistaken, though
eminently conscientious opinions as an advocate of
Peace at any Price—as we are with him earnestly,
heartily, enthusiastically, as a champion of Reform
in the Constitution of Parliament.

What will tne French say of us now ? We
have harboured assassins ; we have conspired
against an Emperor ; we have been guilty of a
thoroughly selfish Free-trade ; we have flooded our
markets with cheap foreign goods that we might
benefit ourselves and ruin the world ; we have
talked of responding to Cherbourg and steam rams
with an increased navy and other steam rams ; we
have kept M. LEssEPs4what in us lies, out of the
Isthmus of Suez ; we have filched the barren rock
of Perim from Turkey ; we have laughed at Popish
miracles, and been very irreverent to the PoPE's
toe and to Cardinal Wiseman—indeed, there is no
end to the perfidies of 'Albion ; but the end is
coming—we have at last actually hissed a bishop!
yes, one of our own bishops, an Anglican bishop,
a Right Reverend Father in GOD—an audience has
been found on British ground rude enough, pro-
fane enough, to hiss a bishop.
What could the wretches mean ? This was no
ordinary bishop. He had been tutor to the QUEEN,
and, hissing him, was it not like hissing all to
which he could claim of intellectual and moral father-
hood in her MAJESTY herself ? He was a bishop
no less—some think a great deal more—by grace of
the Court of VICTORIA than by the grace of
GOD ; and to hiss the memory of the Court of the
QUEEN ! and that too with the very same voices
which but a very few weeks ago were heard in the
adjoining town of Leeds shouting, Long live the
QUEEN ! Inconsiderate profanity and disloyalty, to
say the least of it, which we may hope QUEEN and
Bishop will both forgive. And then, again, our
Bishop was on such a holy errand—he was pleading
the cause of his Society De Propaganda Fide; the
pet society of the Anglican Church, the society of
that Church, and not, like the Church Missionary
Society, the society of Lord SHAFTESBURY and
Lord EBURY, and the clique self-designated Evan-
gelical. This was the real Evangelical Society, since
it is one for the Propagation of the Gospel in Foreign
Parts. Why, Lord DERBY wrote a book for it
which we reviewed some time this summer, and
ROBINSON CRUSOE, or DE FOE, no matter which,
wrote another for it, for it is very properly one of
the Society's stock publications. Oh ! men of
Bradford, fie on you for ever to hiss a Bishop, when
urging, too, the claims of the SocietyDePropaganda
Fide—thc fides of ROBINSON CRI:SOE, and a very
good faith too, far better than half the credos issued
by half the societies.
But what had the Bishop done ? Bradford has
not been a turbulent place of late ; very busy—
busy under the patronage of a Bishop, too—of
Bishop BLAIZE, whom to this day it does not forget
—whom it honours as surely as his anniversary
comes round. It was a little unsettled, to be sure, in
Chartist times, and it was said (that of course was
slander) that, under Tory stimulus, FEARGUS
O'CONNOR being leader, it would hiss down JOHN
BRIGHT and RICHARD COBDEN. And once it
turned out Major -General, then Colonel, THOMPSON ;
and worst of all, it would not have Church-rates,
and made the Churchwardens spend three or four
times the amount of a rate for nothing at all. Such
things we have heard of : but we never heard of
Bradford's hissing a Bishop before. The town, too,
has wonderfully taken to music of late. We be-
lieve the vast and noble hall in which the Propa-
ganda met was built formerly for music ; how
could the town go back again so far, and back even
to hissing ?

We consulted our reporters but in vain. There
was nothing to hiss in the speech—nothing, at
least, unless the speech could be interpreted by the
man, as wise people say prophecy is interpreted by
the event. And there is confessedly something in
this—for the first of Roman rhetoricians lays it down
that an orator ought to have the good-will of his
hearers ; that is, he should have behaved himself
well, as they say of judges, and can fill the office
of orator only gum diu se bene gesserit. And this
was no doubt the explanation of all. Boyn Hill
was shouted aloud into the Episcopal ears ; but the
Bishop, nothing daunted, took the enemy in front
and flank—he cared nothing, not he, for " those
nasty hisses from nasty mouths." They and cer-
tain " nasty articles in nasty newspapers" were the
last resorts of intolerance, which had fled from
every other spot in the land—the Bishop must have
forgotten the House of Lords and the bench of
Bishops there. The Bishop exulted in the martyrdom
of hisses, and it was no doubt infinitely better than
the fire and faggot of old HARRY, or the dungeons
of QUEEN BESS, or the voluntary banishment of
the pilgrim fathers, whom the Bishop praised for
their conscientiousness, but bid them freeze for
their Presbyterianism.

But the fact was the confessional story had
reached Bradford. Oh, the mischiefs of telegraphs
and railways, and, above all, " of nasty articles" in
intolerant newspapers ! In Puritan times the
village of Bradford would never have heard of such
doings at Oxford. Now, no sooner done than
known, and the nasty doings of Boyn Hill call
forth nasty hisses at Bradford. The Bishop did
talk exceedingly well. He professed most loudly
—nay, we thought the Bishop did profess too mach
—his loyalty to Anglican Protestantism, and he
lauded the Bible and the Prayer 800k—not the
Bible only—that is not Anglican Protestantism—to
the very okies again 'and "again; they—the two