The Sun.
London, England, 1859-07-27 00:00:00

THE SUN,- LONDON, WEDNESDAY EVENING, JULY 27, 1859.

to make pillage of your people." " Tuscans, take
back your Archduke and serve him loyally." "Ye
Modenese, kneel before the Sovereign you expel-
led." There is not one of these commands which
does not jar upon the feelings of those to whom it
is addressed. There is not one which does not
create first surprise, and then violent indignation.
The insurgent subjects of the Pope are enraged at
such a command from the Liberator of Italy ; the
Pope " has his heart filled with bitterness" at such
blasphemous conduct in a once dutiful son of the
Church. The Tuscans and Modenese feel as a man
would feel who, advancing to shake hands with a
friend, found his right hand clinched and a sudden
blow dealt him by his treacherous friend's left fist.
Italy is at this moment stupefied by the buffet
given her. That she will submit quietly is scarcely
to be expected. The people of Tuscany and Parma
and Modena and the Legations are arming and
organising; Garibaldi and his irregular allies have
40,000 men under arms, and this is but a snowball,
which a little rolling would magnify to an ava-
lanche. The Tuscan division, 10,000 strong, has
gone back to defend the revolution which sent it
forth. The Legations are using those muskets and
cannon of which the Pope makes such complaint,
and will soon have a force under arms which may
set at defiance the 3:000 Papal troops. All this is
not much—not much against those two mighty
hosts which fought at Solferino—not much against
Austria and France united. But is this to be so ?
Are the Austrian and French armies to fight here-
' after side by side against Garibaldi and the Tus-
cans ? Is the world to be afforded the spectacle of
the French Zouaves exhibiting the audacity we
have been taught to admire against the Italian
patriots whom they came to liberate, or is France,
who called forth these revolutions, to stand by and
let the Austrians do the butchery ? The latter is
quite impossible. The Emperor Napa leon's personal
honour would not permit it. The former would be
a strange spectacle, and a profitable lesson to all
who hope for liberty by the aid of foreign
swords. Yet without Austrian or French bayonets
we cannot see how the Archdukes are to go back,
and without a certainty of these bayonets being
always at hand it seems impossible that they
should remain in their Duchies.

In all this settlement of Italy we are happily
mere speculative lookers-on. Our sympathies are
doubtless engaged, but our interests are not in-
volved. We should scarcely ha.v) thought it ne-
cessary to recapitulate the topics which these con-
ditions suggest, if the English Minister for Fo-
reign Affairs had not told us from his place in Par-
liament that he thought them " If his
words fairly represented his convictions, there
would appear to be danger that this country may
be drawn into a recognition of the terms that are
now made public, or that it may even be made in
some way a party to their ratification. Against
anything of this kind, against any interference
act, or counsel, or protest, or exhortation, we ener-
getically protest ; and we believe the country at
large and the House of Commons in great majority
would also protest. It is yet upon the cards that
Italy may resist, and successfully resist, for it is
yet possible that the Emperor of the French may
recoil from the odious task of punishing with his
own sword the insurrection which he excited. If
this should happen contrary, we admit, to appa-
rent chances, we might then come into the settle-
ment with some dignity and some authority. At
present we have no locus *ndi, and cannot pos-
sibly do any good, while by any interference now
we might shut ourselves out from doing good here-
after. If England should be dragged into this
business, it will only be from the incapacity which
little men sometimes show to abstain from inter-
meddling with great events.

(From the Daily News•)

Long life and rude health are by no means inse-
parable companions. Perhaps it will be found as
often as not that they don't get on together com-
fortably. The cases are exceptional in which the
rude health has been kept in subjection, and the
life has been hard as well as long. Run your eye
over the circle of your own acquaintance ; consult
the eminent practitioner who has felt the family
pulse for forty years ; and the result of your in-
vestigations will convince you that the secret of a
long life is to be " never well." Your vigorous
young friend, whose colour is so fresh, and whose
skin is so sleek—who looks as if he could fell or
eat an ox—whose appetite is prodigious, digestion
undaunted, sleep sure and stertorous, who never
knew a headache or was conscious of nerves, and
whose general aspect is "as hard as nails"—he
will live to a hundred, you suppose ? No ; he will
commit no excesses worth praying for ; he will be '
a man of exemplary life, of temperate habits ; he
will flourish to forty-five or fifty, perhaps, without
turning a hair, and then some fine afternoon go
down like a hammer on his own dining-room carpet,
and a post mortem will reveal a little superfluous
fatty deposit here and there, with internal mischief
enough to kill a regiment. But your poor, pallid,
sickly patient, who looks as if he had been born
sea-sick and had never got his stomach put to rights,
whose existence is an alternation of sick-head-
aches and sleepless nights, and whose diet ranges
from dinner pills to cod liver oil—he will go
on withering like an annuitant, and die only for
want of breath. Now, has it ever occurred to any
of our readers to wonder at the vitality of the vene-
rable Institution enthroned at the Vatican ? We
speak of course of things temporal, for into spiri-
tual politics it is not our province to enter. The
longevity is at once explained by analogy. The
Papacy is not merely a succession of old men, but
of maimed, halt, and blind old men. Always ailing
and sometimes sick unto death, it never dies be-
cause it is never in good health. No doubt this
extraordinary tenacity of life may be satisfactorily
explained on supernatural principles ; but, as here-
tics, we are excluded from any but the basest secu-
lar point of view, and when we regard his holiness
as a worldly Sovereign we are constrained to re-
mark, that were not his system traditionally in a
precarious state of health, his convalescence would
be far less likely than it appears to be now.
One often sees the absolute tyranny of weakness
in a household where a peevish old gentleman in
an easy chair is discounting the beneficence of his
will by worrying his legatees to death, or where
" baby," with the nurse for a Prime Minister,
exercises an uncontrolled and undisputed sway.
But the finest example of this Imst pitiless sort of
despotism is the Papacy. Despised even more than
detested by its own immediate dependants, suffered
and scorned by its protectorate, tolerated and con-
temned by the intellect, the science, and the indus-
try of an age of movement and invention, this
venerable and supernatural Phenomenon does
nevertheless hold the destinies of Europe in its
hands, snatch victory from Imperial armies, and
bid the nineteenth century sun stand still. The
difficulty of difficulties, even in a provisional set-
tlement of Italy is, after all, the Roman question.
The question of federation might be easily solved
by declaring it to be impossible so long as Austria
retains Venice, and the question of the Duchies by
the simple and natural plan of allowing them to
fix iheir own fate ; but when we come to the
Romagna, containing the most intelligent, ener-
getic, and self-reliant populations in the peninsula,
we are indignantly warned off by the feeble voice
of a cruel, false, and querulous old man, who in-
sists that, as the Vicar of Christ and the represen-
tative of St. Peter, he is bound to take care that no
interruption in the fulfilment of prophecy, as in-
terpreted by the Cardinal Antonelli for the time
being, be permitted, and that the rock on which
the Church is fixed be not split in half by the sepa-
ration of the Adriatic provinces from the dominions
of Pius IX. Dogmatic theology, we know, teaches
the doctrine of development, and the latest develop-
ment of the Papacy is a Circular of the Pontifical
Government to its representatives at Foreign
Courts, complaining of the conduct of the Sardinian
Government in protecting the citizens of Ferrara
from the tender mercies of the Holy Father and his
chosen disciples, General Kalbermatten and Col.
Schmidt. It has filled the soul of the Holy Father
with bitterness—that innocent blood should have
been shed at Perugia in his name ? Not at all ;
but that Piedmontese engineers were sent to Ferrara
to destroy the fortress, and muskets, and cannon
supplied to the inhabitants. The fortress of
Ferrara is, it seems, an esssential part of the rock
of Peter, and muskets and cannon are instru-
ments of grace which the Holy Father can-
not permit unsanetified soldiers to dispense. But
the loss of a fortress is not the gravest calamity
which the Holy Father deplores. To the appalling
language of that violent anarchist, Massimo D'Aze-
glio, we must ascribe his bitterest anguish. " God
has made man free in his opinions, political and
religious." These awful words were actually writ-
ten, printed, and placarded on the walls of Bologna.
Well may the Holy Father write to Cardinal Bishop
of Albano—"to continue our prayers is a necessity."
For if this sacrilegious language of Massimo
D'Azeglio should prevail in Italy, the fate of that
Peninsula may be the fate of England—poor, be-
nighted, heretical England. To hold that God made
man free in his opimons is, according to the Holy
Father, to forget the immortality of the soul, and
the Sardinian Commissioner, who counsels modera-
tion to the patriots of Bologna, is a rank materialist.
Some weeks ago we were assured by a correspon-
dent of the Univers that the Prince of Wales had
placed the whole British fleet at the disposal of 'the
Holy Father. We confess the compliment ap-
peared to us at the time somewhat excessive ; and
we have good reason to congratulate the Admiral
of our Mediterranean squadron and his gallant
officers and crews on their escape from a " particu-
lar service" which must infallibly have been at-
tended with unusual danger. Nothing but the pre-
sence of the Holy Father, and a miraculous inter-

position in his favour, could have saved the fleet'
from destruction. For, in the words of Pius him-
self, " whoever quitteth the ark of unity shall be
submerged in the deluge of eternal punishment."
Perhaps a dispensation might be granted to a Bri-
tish fleet at the disposal of the Pope, but England
would still be abandoned to the doom which she
has waited for so patiently and so long.

sary. Mr. Hyde looked up to my car, and very
solemnly said, This is an exciting time, Professor.
What shall we do ?" Trust to Providence and our
energies,' said I. We were fast running on to Lake
Ontario; and oh! how terribly it was foaming, moan-
ing, and howling. I said, La Mountain, I have
150 pounds of ballast in my car yet, and a heavy
valise, an express bag (sent to the United States'
Express Company's-office in Broadway, New York),
and a lot of provisions." Well, if that won't do, I
will cut up the boat for ballast, and we can keep
above water until we reach the opposite shore,
which was near a hundred miles off in the direction
we were then going. Here I handed my ballast
down to La Mountain, as we were rapidly mount-
ing above the terrific gale, believing thit by that
course we should at least get out of its main track.
Everything now indicated that we should perish
in the water or on the land, and our only salvation
was to keep afloat until we got out of the gale, if
we could. I said, ' You must all get into the
basket, if you want to be saved, should we ever
reach the land. And I truly tell you that the perils
of the land are even more terrible than those of the
water, with our machines ; and it would be easier
to meet death by drowning than to have our bodies
mangled by dashing against rocks and trees.' By
this time Mr. Gager and Mr. Hyde had clambered
into the basket with me. Mr. Hyde said, very
coolly, I am prepared to die, but I would rather
die on the land than in the water.' I said, ' What
do. you say, Mr. Gager ?' He replied, ' I would
rather meet it on land ; but do as you think best.'
Mr. La Mountain was busily engaged in collecting
what he could for ballast. Everything was now
valuable to us that had weight. Our carpet-
bags, our instruments, the express bag, our provi-
sions were all ready to go, and go they did, on a after
another, until we were reduced to the express bag ;
that went overboard last. We now descried the
shore, some 40 miles ahead, peering between a
sombre bank of clouds and the water horizon, but
we were swooping at a fearful rate upon the turbu-
lent water, and in another moment crash went the
boat upon the water sidewise, staving in two of
the planks, and giving our whole craft two fear-
ful jerks by two succeeding waves. La Mountain
stuck to the boat like a hero, but lost his hat and
got a dash of the waves, but soon recovered, and
threw over the express bag and the last remaining
ballast, and cried out, 'Be easy, gentlemen, I'll
have her afloat once more.' In another moment we
were up a few hundred feet again, and the steamer-
propeller Young America was tacking across our
track. I now proposed to swamp the boat and
balloon in the lake, and trust to being picked up by
the Young America, but the desire was that we
should make the shore and try the land, and as we
crossed the bow of the steamer they gave us a
hearty hurrah. La Mountain had now cut out of
the boat all he could, and we were within 15 miles
of the shore, the gale still raging below. La Moun-
tain might have remained in the boat below, and
jumped out at the first touching the earth, and I
saw no impropriety in that, as then we might have
had another hour or two to wait the lulling of the
gale ; but he said he would share our fate, and he
also clambered into the basket just as we were
reaching the land. I saw by the swaying to and
fro of the lofty trees into which we must inevitably
dash that our worst perils were at hand, but I still
had a blind hope that we should be saved. I
ordered two men upon the valve rope, and we struck
within 100 yards of the water, among some scat-
tered trees, our hook, which was of inch and quar-
ter iron, breaking like a pipestem at the first catch
of it in a tree, and we hurling through the tree
tops at a fearful rate: After dashing along in this
way for nearly a mile, crashing and breaking down
trees, we were dashed most fearfully into the
boughs of a tall elm, so that the basket swung un-
der and up through the cotch of the limb, while the
boat had caught in some of the other branches, and
this brought us to a little ; but in another moment
the Atlantic puffed up her huge proportions, and
at one swoop away went the limb, basket, and boat
into the air 100 feet, and I was afraid some of the
crew were impaled upon the scrags. This limb,
about eight inches thick at the butt, and full of
branches, not weighing less than 6001 b. or 8001 b.,
proved too much for the Atlantic, and it brought
her suddenly down upon the top of a very tall
tree and collapsed her. It was a fearful plunge,
but it left us dangling between heaven and earth
in the most sorrowful-looking plight of machinery
that can be imagined. None of us were seriously
injured, the many cords, the strong hoop made of
wood and iron, and the close wickerwork basket
saving us from harm, as long as the machinery hung
together, and that could not have lasted two minutes
longer. We came to the land, or rather tree, of Mr.
T. o.Whitney, town of Henderson, Jefferson county,
New York. We will soon have the Atlantic re-
built, for what I hope may prove a more success-
ful demonstration of what we proposed to do on
this interesting occasion.
" Stanwix Hall, Albany, New York, July 3."
The Albany Argus says,—" The entire distance
travelled was 1,150 miles in 19 hours and 50 mi-
nutes. The greatest altitude attained was two miles.
Mr. Wise has entire confidence in the success of the
undertaking, and expresses a determination to make
another experimental voyage as soon as the balloon
can be repaired.. He has no doubt but that a voy-
age can be made by her to Europe in one-fourth the
time that it is now made by the steamers."
The St. Louis _Republican says, of the starting—
" A peep into the boat or car revealed a strange
medley. The most noticeable was an express bag,
labelled as follows :—' T. B. Marsh, agent United
States Express Company, No. 82, Broadway, New
York. This bag is sent from St. Louis, by the aerial
ship Atlantic, July 1. Please forward to destina-
tion from landing of balloon by express, as above
directed.—C. W. Ford, Agent, St. Louis.' Besides
this business-like package, there were 30 dols. worth
of provisions furnished by Guenaudon, sundry bot-
tles—suppossd to contain champagne and other
refreshing beverages—blankets, overcoats, gloves,
anchors, flags, and cards of mercantile houses and
candidates for office at the coming election. There
were also packages, letters, and newspapers, a tele-
scope, thermometer, barometer, and all the neces-
sary scientific paraphernalia of ballooning."