The Sun.
London, England, 1860-09-06 00:00:00

Commence at 7.

ADELPHI, NEW THEATRE-ROYAL.
Sole Proprietor and Manager, Mr. Benj. Webster.
Last nights of the popular Adelphi Drama of Janet Pride.
THIS EVENING, JANET PRIDE. Messrs. B. Webster.
J. L. Toole, P. Bedford, Stuart, C. Selby; Miss Woolgar and
Miss Laidlaw.
After which, THAT BLESSED BABY. Mr. Killington,
Mr. J. L Toole, and Miss K. Kelly.
Doors open at half-past 6—Commence at 7.
Box-office open from 10 till 5.
No charge for booking.
Private boxes, £2 2s. ; Family Boxes, Li.
Orchestra Stalls, ss. ; Balcony, 4s. ; Front Circle Stalls, Ss. ;
Pit Stalls, 25.; Pit, ls. 6d. ; Amphitheatre, is ;Gallery, &I.
Acting manager—Mr. Win. Smith.

A STLEY'S ROYAL AMPHITHEATRE,
Proprietor and Manager, Mr. WM. BATTY.
Crowded Houses.—Re-
engagement of the celebrated Dela-
vanti Troupe, Mr. George Hutchingson, and the Wonder of
the World, the Great Little Menoni.
A Grand -MID-DAY PERFORMANCE will take place on
BATURDAY next, Sept 8. commencing at Two o'clock.
This Evening, Lord Byron's splendid Hippo-drama of
MAZEPPA AND THE WILD HORSE, with entirely new
and beautiful scenery, costly costumes, and appointments,
Introducing the largest stud of highly-trained Horses, Po-
nies, Buffaloes, and Camels in the World.

To be followed by Scenes in the Arena by the Star Riders
of the day, including the greatest Equestrienne in the world,
Madlle. de Berg, and the Wonder of Wonders, Little Menoni.
Doors open at half-past 6, performance commence at 7.
Box-office open daily from 11 till 4.
Stage Manager—Mr. W. WEST.
Director of the Arena—M. Felix Revolt!. ,

CANTERBURY HALL CONCERTS.-
EVERY EVENING,
A Grand Selection from
MARTHA,
And Selections from
DINORAH, TROVATORE, MACBETH,
And numerous other Entertainments.
Balcony, ls , Hall. 6d.
Comic Vocalists—Messrs. George Hodson (the Irish Come-
dian and Mimic), and C. Marshall.
The ETHIOPIANS, consisting of 17 performers (organised
expressly for this Establishment), for the performance of
Vocal and Instrumental Music, Comic and Sentimental, with
Negro delineations, anecdotes, &c., in addition to the usual
entertainments.
The Pine Arts Gallery is open from 5 till 11 on Sunday
Evening.

THE WEATHER.—StrN OPPIC23 SEPT. 6, 1860.
THERMOMETER, TN THE SHADE.
65—highest since noon yesterday.
56—lowest this morning and during the night.
59—this day at noon.
BAROMBTE2t-30.42; still rising.
WlND—Northerly; light and cool, with dull weather,
but dry.

HIGH WATER AT LONDON BRIDGE.
THIS DAY.—Morning, 4h. 55m.—Afternoon, sh. 11m.
To-moßßow.-Morning, sh. 29m.:--Afternoon, sh. 47m.

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THE SUN.

LONDON, THURSDAY, SEPT. 6, 1860.

The march of GARIBALDI moves on, acquiring
solidity and impetus as it proceeds. There is no
wild attempt at clap-trap—all is earnest, dignified,
and where necessary—sternly patriotic. The
Heavens seem to smile on all he does, and what

he intends he carries out wisely and success-
fully. He combines the sage and soldier in
an eminent degree, blending the sagacity of
the one with the chivalry of the other.

Even his opponents appear to look upon his pro-

gress as a matter of course, and aro seemingly but
too ready to snatch at the honour of surrendering
to the Liberator of their fatherland. So far as

things have now gone, the prevalent idea runs that
the game is up with the last of the BOURBONS.
Pity it is, and sad pity too, that the fallen rem-

nant of a once glorious race of kings should be
hurled from his high estate , mainly by—his
own and his father's misdeeds—misdeeds ! atroci-
ties—the most abominable horrors that the evil
genius of mankind could prompt or perpetrate.
This but proves that experience has no virtue for
King's or rulers. Whatever may have happened
to others will never happen to them—so case-har-
dened are sinners in their own belief. Who have
been the advisers of this fallen monarch ? Those
of his father? or worse—or both? and
behold the end thereof! We could pity—but that
the curse of humanity chokes our utterance and
exasperates the pangs of mercy. Repeated aggra-
vation has thrown the last brand of vengeance into
the cauldron of ruin. The intensity of his wrong-
doing has cast him out from the commiseration of
mankind—till forgiveness were a forlorn hope here
or hereafter.

It is well for Italy that, as her evil genius is
departing, the angel of her salvation is at hand,
with healing on his wings and balm on his coun-
tenance. Wherever he moves—conciliation, not
war, is the herald of his progress. He comes not
to devour, but to raise up the lowly and cheer the
broken-hearted. GARIBALDI'S SOUI is devoted to
the liberation of Italy, and the blessing of Heaven
and the goodwill of men follow in his train.
Thant a, progress so wonderful, that a modesty
so single-hearted—and withal so dignified, should
rouse the envy of some and the malignity of meaner
spirits, need not surprise the world, so long accus-
tomed to the chicanery of diplomacy. Even
Count CAVOUR seems afraid of his laurels,
and is endeavouring to throw or raise
obstacles in GARIBALDI'S path to glory, if we
may believe accounts which seem to concur
in that belief. For our own part, we cannot vouch
for them, and "would fain hope that they must be
calumnies. But W 4 cannot forget that there were,
some time ago, many points of variance between the
courtier Minister an d the frank-hearted soldier. Take
the following as a sample :—" The agents of Count
Cavour, in concert with a few other persons, are
proceeding with their plot against Garibaldi, their
object being to deprive him of the military dicta-
torship and to exercise it in his place. This sort of
schoolboy conspiracy will not succeed, of course,
but it might place the general under the necessity
of having these intriguers arrested by four men and
a corporal, and thus repeating at Naples the ad-
-venture of Lafarina at Palermo. In defence of
their manoeuvre these gentlemen pretend that their
only object is to thwart the revolutionary policy of
the Dictator, and preivent the accession to power of
the Mazzinians about his person. All these petty
plots proceed from the morbid ambition of a few in.
dividuals eager for uotori.9ty, and from the ambi-
tion of Count Cavour, who' does not like to find
himself in the background in the present position
of Italian affairs. Garibaldi does not want a re-
public ; and he is in perfect accord with the King
of Piedmont. Garibali ti does not trouble himself
about the civil adminii tration, provided it is not
made an instrument to? impede the solution of the

national question, the only thing he cares about.
When will they cease to outrage him by false ac-
cusations ?"

Very few of our readerst, probably, have noticed, I,
what we must blush to oNvn had escaped even our
observation, the publication of the preliminaries to
a literary marriage. Snell things, as every one
knows, occur every now and then in the journalistic
world—the maiden ncime of the " weaker -vessel"
in the affair commonly appearing below that of the
bridegroom, and subsequent .master of the house, in
smaller characters. Soon, fa! the most part, such
maiden names are forgotten ; a small dowry of sub-
scribers is absorbed, and it is Anknown to all but
the few, that two names have been merged into one.
There is some danger of our thu s losing the memory
of one out of two of our contemporaries. Either the
Dial is to become the Star, or the Star the Dial.
Such, at least, is the result to which a meeting, of
which we give a condensed report to-day, would
seem to tend. The full report appears in the Dial
itself of last Friday, and was duly forwarded to us,
we presume for notice. We are not, therefore, com-
menting on mere gossip ; indeed, we are indebted
for all our knowledge of the affair to the published
report before us.

But what is the Star ? and what is the Dial ?
some of our readers may be disposed to ask. Of the
penny paper, if they look at placards, or use the
omnibus, they can scarcely be ignorant. They can
hardly, also, have seen but a few numbers without
perceiving that it is a Manchester school paper, and
that peace•at-any-price is one of its favourite
crotchets. Its number to-day is 1,401, that of the
Dial last Friday was 35—which indicates at least
some disparity in point of age. The Dial is a three-
penny weekly paper. We have read but little of
either, but so far as we have, setting aside all ques-
tion of opinion, there has been no want of ability
in either paper; both the editorial and the news
departments seemed to be respectably conducted.
We must say so well that they have always sug-
gested to us, old-fashioned papers, as they would
style us, some questions of rather a serious kind;
and these questions have arisen again in our minds,
as we have looked over the report of this meeting.
We shall advert to them soon.
But, as the Dial seems to be the more active
party in the business, for one of the Directors tells
us that they "went a wooing to the Star," and not
the gentlemen of the latter to them, we shall give
our readers some account of our juvenile contempo-
rary. It seems the Dial, in its present shape, is a
great falling off from the original project. A Dic-
senting minister, of the name of DAVID THOMAS,
formed the mighty project of regenerating the
Daily Press of England; it was a project quite pro-
methean in its character; he sought to steal the
holy fire from Heaven, and to animate with it the
mortal clay of British journalism—" To introduce
conscience into the daily press of the country"—was,
one of the speakers told us, the holy and sublime
object of this grand project. The Times, especially,
was to be superseded, or its demoralising influence
neutralised. Twenty thousand subscribers of £lO
each to a limited liability company—only £2 of
which was ever to be called up—were to originate
a paper which should put the Times into the shade.
It certainly strikes one as a marvel, that any sane
Englishman, with such a wretchedly limited capi-
tal, should ever think of starting a first class daily
journal. Morality, religion, principle--convenient
generalities, certainly—were to be the distinguish-
ing characteristics of the daily Dial; and so splen-
didly was its light to shine before the press, that
all other papers were to see and imitate its good
works, or to die in and by their sins!
After immense labour, however, but 9,000 of the
20,000 shareholders could be procured ; and it will
be seen by the statements of one of the speakers,
that they were of a class not to allow the
directors to exceed the promised limited £2 call.
The Dial was never likely to go at this rate for
want of spring or weight—the sinews of journalism
rather, as military men would say, failed. What
could be done P Those who had paid became impa-
tient. A Daily Conscience for the press was out of
the question, with only £lB,OOO for a start,
so, it was determined to try what a Weekly Con-
science would do. And now for thirty-five weeks
any one injured or corrupted by the immoral press
has been able to purchase the monitor which would
purify his polluted mind. But even this expedient
did not work smoothly. The disappointed share-
holders
loudly exclaimed that they had subscribed
their little money—a serious amount it seems to so
many of them—for a daily paper, and a daily
paper they would have, or, we presume, their £2
back—minus, we fear, certain deduction's which
are incident to all abandoned projects. It was
time to make a move.

What that move was, JOHN EVERITT, Esq., one
of the directors, tells us—sic itur ad astra—we
went to The Star. Here, we are given to under-
stand, they found the very thing they wanted.
A daily paper, or abandonment of the
scheme, was the alternative; they had not money
to start a daily paper ; could not a daily
paper be found with which they could blend, and
get a paper, if not one wholly their own ? It was
a happy thought ; and it had scarcely risen in
their minds before the STAR appeared to the wise
men of the business, and indicated where deliver-
ance from their perplexity was to be found. A
visit, inspection, examination followed, and all was
all that could be desired—principles identical—ob-
jects identical, even to quelling "the Thunderer."
Indeed, could the directors have started their daily
Dial, it must have been almost an alter iden2 of the
Morning Star. But would not this be a sad come-
down ? Oh no ! nothing of the kind. They were
to sacrifice nothing ; they were to retain prospec-
tus, and even name, if we rightly understand.
Four and four of the authorities of each paper
were to fraternise in one management, and for one
pure and holy object. Little difficulties will, of
course, yield. It is a trifle, but we are curious,
somewhat, about the name of the new pair trans-
formed into one. The Dial, so femininely young,
too, says we are not to lose our name. The Star,
almost grown to lad's estate, can surely
hardly agree to that. And then the
two names—the Star and I/jai—awkward
that ; it reminds one so of " the Cat and Fiddle,"
"the Rack and Manger," "the Magpie and Stump."
All this, however, is but a question of taste ; should
it go further, we must hope that lovers' quarrels
will end in the usual way.

We adverted, however, to a more serious general
question which we intended to notice. Of course
we had ample assertions at the meeting that the
Star was not in a state of bankruptcy, that its
accounts shone indeed as brightly as a Star ought to
do. It would have been more to the purpose, how-
ever, to have shown a profit ; and our contempo-
raries must excuse our saying, that if on their four-
teen hundred and second number they could have
done so, it should have been done. We well know
that a large capital must be sunk in starting a
daily paper; but by this time a profit on the cur-
rent circulation should appear if the affair be sound.
The Dial, beyond question, has £17,500 loose cash
to deal with, and shareholders are grumbling that
it should lie idle at the bankers. Is the
Star, after haying sunk the very large sum