The Sun.
London, England, 1859-07-15 00:00:00

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Comment* at 7.

THE SUN.
FRIDAY, JULY 15, 1859.

" To point a moral and adorn a tale I"

ROYAL PRINCESS'S THEATRE.
Under the aisinagement of Mr. Charles Kean.
THIS EVENING will be revived Shakapeare's Tragedy
oI HENRY VIII. Cardinal Wolsey, Mr. C. Kean ; Queen
Katharine, Mrs. C. Kean.
Alter which, IF THE CAP FIRS.
Commence at 7.

THEATRE-ROYAL, HAYMARE.ET.
Lessee, Mr. J. B. Buckstone.
THIS ETENING the performances will commence with
THE BALANCE OF COMFORT.
Followed by THE CONTESTED ELECTION.
Alter which, NOTHING TO WEAR.
To conclude with THE WATER WITCHES.

NEWW THEATRE - ROYAL, ADELPHI.
THEATRE - ROYAL, ADELPHI.
Sole proprietor and Manager, Mr. Benj. Webster.
THIS EVENING, DIAMOND CUT DIAMOND. Mr.
and Mrs. Henri Drayton.
Followed by THE HOUSE ? or, THE HOME ? Mr. A.
Wigan, C, Selby, Billington ; Mrs. Alfred Wigan, Miss H.
Simms. Miss Laidlaw.
Followed by THE FIRST NIGHT. Mr. Alfred Wigan,
Billington, Miss M. Keeley.
After which, ICI ON FABLE FRANCAIS. Messrs.
J. L. Toole, Chas Selby, Billington ; Misses Seeley, Arden,
and Laidlaw. and ?drs. Billington.
Acting Manager—Mr. Wm. Smith.
Doors open at a quarter-past six—Commence at seven. Box
Office open from 10 to 5 -no charge tor booking. No fees to
servants permitted. A registry kept of all articles found.

ROYAL STRAND THEATRE.
Lessee and Directress, Miss Swanborongh
`THIS EVENING, QUIXOTE, JUNIOR. Mr. J. Clarke.
After which, A SCHOOL FOR COQUETTES. Misses
Bwanborough, Oliver, and Lavine.
Followed by THE VERY LATEST EDITION OF THE
LADY OF LYO Commence at 7 o'clock.

ROYAL SURREY THEATRE—This Evening
RING JOHN. King John, Mr. H. Veen ; Constance,
lire. H. Veen ; The Bastard, Mr. Leigh Murray.
Followed by THE MASKED MOTHER. Mr. and Mrs.
C. Calvert.

VERDI'S OPERA OF MACBETH. The
whole of the first Act of this Opera, now produced
for the first time in this country (the remaining three acts
being in course of rehearsal), is sung nightly at the CAN-
TERBURY
D HALL CONCERTS.
THE ELEPIERRE FAMILY,
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°mowing of three Juvenile Violinists, viz., Jules, Juliette,
and Julia Delepierre, aged, respectively, FOUR, SIX, and
SIGHT years.
The perfect execution by these Lilliputian Artistes of some
of the most difficult and brilliant Solos, Duets, and Trios ever
written for the violin, has excited mingled wonder and admi-
ration in Continental Musical Circles, and drawn forth enthu-
siastic tributes of praise from the Public Journals of France
and Belgium.
They will perform TWICE EACH EVENING, in addi-
tion to the usual Entertainments.

THE WEATHER.-SIIN OFFICS, JULY 15.

TIMIXODCETER, IN THE MUDD.
73—highest since noon yesterday.
63-4owest this morning and during the night.
75—this day at noon.
BAROMETER-30'29.
WIND, W.N.W. ; light, with dull weather.

Save me from my friends ! was the exclamation
of a man in his direst necessities,—save me from
my friends ! for they will destroy me by the excess
of their candour ! Oh save me from them,
and I will dare my enemies to the very
goal. There is no deceit in their doings—
they mean mischief, and they boldly avow
it;! So do I, but in a manner that I am not and
shall not be ashamed of ! What does the subtle
master of hypocrisy say to his friends now ? Are
they in Paris ? or in Rome ? or in Turin or Milan !
No, no, they are to be found in Venice, which is
now one of the confederated Republics or nationa-
lities, or, more properly, the nothings of the
Italian freebooters under the conjoint protection
of the greatest deceiver of one empire and the
greatest fool of another ! What a glorious chance—
no, not a chance, but a sure certainty—has the mock
friend thrown away for the vanquished Kaiser to
dutch with sobbing joy at his present deliverance.
He cannot believe it ; it is too good to be true ! In
fact, nobody believes it. The Italians won't believe
it ! The Germans are dreaming if it can be true—
while the French shrug their doubting shoulders
and look askance at each other—each fearing
to ask his neighbour, Do you believe
it ?"—Pshaw !—the Grand Army don't and won't
believe it. Not they ! They now feel that they
have worshipped an idol of Clay—very brazen
clay indeed, but whose thread of destiny is
being spun so fine that he cannot even
perceive it. No ; fate wisely tempers her medicine ;
she beguiles the victim to his doom, and then kicks
him into eternity as worthless for further mischief,

The news from the Continent is, as the sailors
say, " all at sea!" Everything seems to be
going topsy-turvy ; and why ? just because
a mortal—aye, a low ambitious mortal—has
had too much of his own way and got
frenzied or drunk at his own success, and at the
blind devotion of his dupes. Yes ! The Man of
yesterday is but the despised of to-day. What
has NAPOLEON the THIRD done ? He started on the
grand profession of freedom—true Republican
freedom—equality to all men, and so forth, as
if anything on this earth can be equal ; and he
ends by the direst, the most insulting despotism
that a devil could practice, or the mind of
evil conceive. At first he paid most sedulous,
most snbmimive devotion to the Army of the
Republic, and gradually so won or stole
on their credulity that when he thought the time
was ripe—he let them loose on the freedom
of that country which he swore to defend,
and assumed the purple of intolerant " Peace !" for
there can be no peace where mind is suppressed.
And what has this wonderful child of fortune
achieved! verily, his own downfall, for no
mortal was ever so lucky as he, nor one so
tutored in the stepdame paths of adversity.
And yet, what is the use of experience
or adversity to perverse minds ? Even as
nothing. It only serves to make them think
that there is a special divinity reserved
for them, and them alone. Now, mark
the coming end of all this insult to humanity : the
army—the dear army !—the toy of tyrants who play
with it in the fond belief that children play with
cats thinking they are all their own, but they will
awake some morning all of a sudden, and find those
playful cats turned into desperate and frightful
tigers. So will it b e—nay, is even now with the
Conqueror of Italian Independence !
His much-idolized, and now most justly
disgusted, army will turn on him, and where is
the safety ? At the Tuileries ? Not there,
.we
fancy—nor at the Champ de Mars. The
non-restoration of Italian freedom has at ;length
restored the freedom of France.

The Duke of NEWCASTLE'S reply last evening to
the inquiries addressed to his Grace, in reference to
the Hudson's Bay Corn pany, by the Earl of CAR-
NARVON, must be accepted at once as in a very great
measure highly satisfactory. The Company's
licence, it may be remembered, expired as recently
as May last, after having been originally granted
some forty-two years ai To. Granted in 1817, for
a period of twenty-one yi ars—it was renewed upon
its first expiry in 1838 fot • another period of one and
twenty years—the entire period of two and forty
years expiring, as we have; said, as recently as the
May of this present year, 1859. The new Colonial
Secretary his Grace the Duke of NEWCASTLE, in
reply to the inquirie s cif the Earl of CARNARVON,
aow announces the g Trktifying fact that the licence
is not to be renewed a 't all under any circumstances.

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