The Sun.
London, England, 1859-05-23 00:00:00

o ace begun there will be no more shilly-shallying,
al 'lout the delicacy of abstaining from blows.
The immediate consequences of this first blow
wi 11 be to set Italy in a blaze—each soldier or
vol '.unteer rushing forward to take a part in the
work of freeing his country from a yoke at once
odious as oppressive. The Germans have no more
rigl it to Italy than they have to England ;
but it has been the curse entailed on that
fair land of Literature and Arts from
the foolish contentions of jealous nationalities or
sect' ions of the same people that in the very midst
of 1 ;he quarrel they have opened the door to a
fore ign innovator—foreign in everything—and un-
CON venial to the last degree—as much opposed to
Ital ian nationality as are the poles asunder. And yet
this is the German Power which our Cousin Germans
her )in England would assist if they could. Hea-
ven protect us from such a villainous compact ! The
me( nit speech, and the whole bearing of the Prince
Itet rent of PRUSSIA, clearly indicate how "the
wit blows" for the selfish " Father-
lan 1" of :Germany—that same Germany which
wil 1 take all, but give nothing. Really we
hav 'e had too much of Germany, and the precious
Gei mans in our own time, not forgetting the Past,
to 1 ,e over anxious about any closer connexion with
sue h outlandish " Cousins."

I lie chief effect of this first brush with the
Au: rtrians will be to decide the sympathies of the
dou ,btful and to rouse the energy of the daring.
We have little doubt that the French will now
str( 31tch along the right bank of the Po, right
thr oiugh Parma, masking her neutrality as they
wouild a fortress under equivocal circumstances,
and so meet a flotilla of French gunboats near the
mouth of that noble but " wandering" river,
cro'is at once to the Venetian side, and so take the
Austrians in flank and rear—cut off Venice, and
make all the Austrian " grand pre?arations " of
very little account. For what can Austria do
against a people goaded to desperation, and mad-
dened by the recollection of the past, and by the burn-
ing sense of present wrongs ? All we hope is that the
French Emperor will not be betrayed into an over
wild, however legitimate, ambition ; and prove, like
his great prototype, that victory has only served
to give to Italy the misery and not the benefit
resulting from a struggle in which the world is so
deeply interested. The Austrians must now look
to themselves in good earnest, for if once their
communications are endangered there will be
such a panic as when the Great NAPOLEON on the
field of battle, not far apart from Montebello,
sounded the knell of her power—that field
whereon—

" Marengo gave her desolation's broom."

A speech from KOSSUTH, a circular from KLAPKA
—have, each in turn, but just now given the signal
to the Hungarians. The magnificent oration
delivered on Friday, in the city of London, by the
celebrated ex-Governor of Hungary—an oration of
which we gave our readers but a condensed epitome
in our last impression—was addressed by KOSSUTH
in an especial manner to the free people among
whom that illustrious exile has been now for ten
years past a sojourner—the whole argument of his
most remarkable harangue was addressed, we say,
earnestly and impressively addressed by him to the
Millions of free-born Englishmen. The circular
recently issued by General KLAPKA, on the con-
trary, was designed expressly for his own country-
men. It has been scattered abundantly among the
Hungarian troops in the army of Lombardy.
" Hungarians!" exclaims the gallant defender of
Comorn, "Brothers! soldiers! These lines are sent
to you in the name of the Hungarian fatherland
and of your former leaders, that you may know how
to act at the commencement of the next war :" the
writer adding significantly, " We inform you that
not only the Piedmontese, but also the French, are
about to attack Austria, and drive her out of Italy."
Simultaneously almost with the scattering of these
mysterious little billets in the barracks of Milan—
KOSSUTH is explaining, at length, to an enthusi-
astic audience of Londoners his views as to the charac-
ter of the great struggle which has just commenced
upon the borders of Piedmont ; as to the promise
of good there is in that contest for Italy ; as to the
course which ought to be pursued by observant
nations not actually involved in the struggle ;
and, finally, as to the particular policy which
he deems it most advisable to be adopted, at
this great crisis, by the Hungarians. As
usual this elaborate speech of the great
Magyar statesman, though delivered in what is
still for him a foreign language, and articulated in
every syllable with what is yet for us a foreign
accent—an accent, however, it must be confessed,
imparting additional piquancy to the vibration of
his resonant and impassioned eloquence—has
proved from first to last to be a perfect masterpiece
of English oratory ! Certainly when the period
comes at, lentil, as come it will, when Louis Koss Urn
shall take his departure from these shores to return
homewards to his beloved and emancipated father-
land, the most graceful souvenir that could be
placed in his hands in commemoration of his years
of exile in these islands would be a volume contain-
ing within it the collected orations of this extra-
ordinary genius ! Orations not translated, but
thought and spoken in pure Saxon English by the
mind and lips of a Hungarian—orations that for
their stirring eloquence, for their graces of diction,
for their poetry of sentiment, for their abounding
affluence of apt and picturesque phraseology, might
have reflected honour on the rhetorical powers of
the most gifted orators among our own country-
men. The speeches of • KOSSUTH, when thus col-
lected together, will prove indeed no unimportant
addition to the treasures of our insular literature.
In testimony that these are no carelessly exag-
gerated panegyrics—here is this last soul-stirrin,,
harangue from the all-eloquent lips of the illustrious
ex-Governor of the Hungarians.
The exordium of Kossum's great oration on Fri-
day in the city of London was in manner almost lyri-
cal, with a refrain or burthen impressively recurrent,
urging upon England at all hazards, and under all
circumstances, as the war now commenced advanced
and developed, to maintain undeviatingly the
course she has already marked out for herself,
namely, that defined by a policy of "honest neu-
trality and strict non-intervention !" Again and
again these words were powerfully reiterated. Again
and again they were repeated as the enforcement
of a strenuous and almost impassioned recommen-
dation—so firmly was the orator persuaded in his
own great heart that in the resolute maintenance
of this policy of neutrality and non-intervention on
the part of England lay the best hopes of so many
down-trodden nationalities ! At last, as if the

fervent repetition were of no avail to lay bare the
pleadings of his soul, KOSSUTH cried out in thrilling
tones of adjuration—" As an exile, as a Hungarian,
as a member of one of those oppressed nationalities,
as a man identified in all his aspirations with the
cause of its emancipation, I repeat, as an ardent
prayer, what your lordship advanced as the well-
matured vote of an English patriot—that England
should deliberately adhere to the policy of honest
neutrality and of strict non-intervention." Yet his
hopes, and yearnings, and aspirations as to the
happiness which in . all human likelihood will
accrue to Italy, to Hungary, to the great Sclavonic
races now held in bondage along the eastern fron.