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

tiers of Europe—Koss-um reminds us with
pathetic solemnity—spring from no illusory antici-
pations born from youthful fancy or momentary
excitement. " Adversity, my lord," says he to the
chief magistrate of the English capital—" adversity
is a great teacher, and the icy finger of time
ie a mighty disenchanter." And he adds with the
touching simplicity, as of GOLDSMITH—

'Mid all my griefs—
and God has given my share—
KOSSUTH, in the same gentle but persuasive
spirit, adds in deprecation of any sneers at his anti-
cipations as those of an idle day dreamer—" I have
much suffered in the last ten years of my tempest-
tossed life, but in compensation I have learned
something—l have learnt not to clutch with eager
impatience the fleeting forelock of illusory hopes.

I have learnt with calm reflection to trace the law
of concatenation between cause and effect which
presides over the logic of history." Borne onward
by the strong current of that clear and irresistible
logic he beholds—to employ more happily a phrase
otherwise lamentably familiar of old to some of the
dead and gone Irish demagogues as applied to the
Imperial Government—" In Austria's difficulty lies
Hungary's Opportunity." That is the basis of the
hopes now kindled anew in the bosom of the
patriot leader, once the glorious liberator of the

Hungarians.
It were impossible within reasonable limits to
follow the orator through the whole of his blight-
ing, blasting, withering vituperations upon the
Austrian dynasty and the Austrian Government.
Hardly less striking are they in their impassioned
eloquence than those hurled of yore at the Chief
and the Councils of Macedon by the thundering
voice of DEMOSTIIENES. Scornfully does he point
with the finger of uttermost derision to that simple
proof that there is not the merest shadow of
the shade of even German nationality to im-
part a momentary semblance of right or dig-
nity to the Austrian Government. They actually find
it impossible in the census of that empire (he re-
minds us) to raise the number of their German
subjects higher than to about 7,000,000 out of a
population of 37,000,000 ! "In fact, Austria," says
he, "is the only power in Europe which has no
national character ; it is of no country, of no
race—it is just a dynasty and nothing more ;it is
simply the House of Hapsburg---no, not even that;
everything in that accursed house is usurpation,
down to their very name ; they are not Hapsburgs,
they are Lorraine-Vaudemonts, rebellious crown
officers of France, as NAPOLEON I. used to style them
—not they, but the Lords DENBIGH of the house of
Fielding are the only Hapsburgs on earth." Later
on, he asks his English hearers whether the per-
petuation of the House of Austria can be regarded
as commercially a matter to this country of any
importance or consideration whatever.? And he
immediately answers his own query thus conclu-
sively and contemptuously. " Why," he exclaims,
"just consult the latest returns of the Board of
Trade, and you see that your commerce with small
but free Belgium is nearly six times as extensive
as your commerce with the big Austrian empire.
Uruguay nearly equals it, the Philippine Islands,
poor Norway, and little Greece, rank each before
Austria." Break up, he adds, however, " the hete-
rogeneous compound of that European nuisance"—
Austria—and your commercial intercourse with
Hungary alone must be ten times what it is now
with the whole Austrian empire, peopled by
37,000,000 ! Again, he asks tauntingly, "Is it true,
as some have told you, that Austria is your useful
ally, both faithful and true ? Useful, indeed! I
know that Austria was the insatiable pensioner of
England ; that she was the bottomless sack into
which England poured millions from the life-sweat
of her industrious people. I know that in the late

French wars you gave her the little snug sum of
17 millions of pounds ; but what advantage you
have got from her in return, that is not yet recorded
in history." While as to her being our ally, faith-
ful and true,—" Why, gentlemen," exclaims Kos-
SUTH, " remember the Crimean war. Cast your
eyes at the gloomy churchyard field before Sebas-
topol. It is faithful Austria, that pale phantom of
death, that sent your heroes to die in vain on that
barren field, while she stood idly by without firing
a shot, without raising a finger, in return for all
your consideration for her." Admirably, in fine,
does he sum up the whole case against Austria in
one sentence, as tersely axiomatic as it is profoundly
philosophic,--" Artificial States," he observes, with
his glittering eye fixed scornfully upon Austria,
" Artificial States, without either organic cohesion
or harmonising cement, are an incitement to war,
instead of constituting a check upon it." No—the
truth at last should be told in regard to what
KOSSUTH wittily designates " this cabalistic abra-

cadabra of balance of power, which, unlike that of
the olden Syrians, creates the diseases which it is
intended to cure." The Balance of Power ! It is
" a delusion, a mockery, and a snare," so long as
Austria remains in existence ! If we might sum
up now into an epigrammatic truth what has
hitherto been but a most disastrous fallacy and
illusion, we would inscribe henceforth upon the
Charter of Peace to Christendom—

THE BALANCE OF POI+ER