The Sun.
London, England, 1868-10-29 00:00:00

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Sole Lessee and Manager, Mr. F. B. Chatterton.
THIS EVENING, at 7, A MODEL UNCLE. After which.
at a quarter to 8, KING 0' SCOTS: Mr. Phelps; Messrs. Addi-
son, Barrett. J. Irving, H. Sinclair, E. Price, John Rouse, G
Cumming, W. M'lntyre, and W. C. Temple; Mesdames Heath,
Edith Stuart, Fanny Addison, and Mrs. F. Matthews. Grand
Ballet Divertissement.

must perforce adopt the astounding phrase of the
Siecle " C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas
l'homme, ce n'est pas Victor Hugo." Read it, or
any portion of it, and then pronounce as to its
writer's sanity.

Allusion is being made to the alternative still in
a manner upon the cards just now in regard to the
form of Government which is to emerge from the
Spanish Revolution. The alternative, that is, of a
Constitutional Monarchy or Republicanism. Upon
this point, says the writer in the Liberty—who takes
the Liberte to call himself M. VICTOR HUGO—" An
immense offer of Providence! The opportunity is
unique. Will Spain allow it to escape ? An addi-
tional monarchy on the Continent, of what use ?
Spain subject to a King, himself subject to the
Powers ; what a falling away! Besides, to establish
a monarchy at present is to undertake a work which
will last only a short time." Then he goes on—bound-
ing per saltum to the other side of the dilemma (mean-
ing the alternative)—" A Republic in Spain would be a
loud warning to Europe ; and such a menace ad-
dressed to Kings is peace ; it would be France and
Prussia neutralised, war between the military mon-
archies impossible for the sole fact of the Revolution
being present ; a muzzle placed upon Sadowa as upon
Austerlitz, the perspective of butcheries replaced by
that of labour and fertility ; Chassepots set aside in
the interest of the Jacquart loom ; it would be the
equilibrium of the Continent suddenly achieved at
the expense of fictions by the weight of truth in the
balance." Balance ? We are off ours ! Jacquart
loom, chassepots, muzzle, perspective, Sadowa,
Austerlitz—where are we? What does it all
mean ? this astoundingly rhapsodical rhodo-
montade I But to proceed—" It would be "
—he is still speaking of the acceptance of Repub-
licanism by the Spaniards—" It would be that
old Power, Spain, regenerated by the youthful force,
the people ; it would be, in point of view of marine
and commerce, life restored to that double sea-coast
which reigned in the Mediterranean before Venice,
and on the ocean before England; it would be
industry swarming where wretchedness lies rot-
ting. Cadiz equal to Southampton, Barcelona to Li-
verpool, Madrid to Paris. It would be Portugal at a
given moment turning towards Spain by the sole at-
traction of light and prosperity." Then we are in-
dulged with an aphorism :—" Liberty is the loadstone
of annexations." VICTOR HUGO, immediately after-
wards abandoning himself to the following noble out-
burst of what the Americans call—high fallutin—
" A republic in Spain would be the establishment,
pure and simple, of the sovereignty of man over him-
self—a sovereignty which is indisputable, and can-
not be put to the vote ; it would be production
without tariff, consumption without customs'
duties, circulation without bonds, the workshop
without proletarianism, wealth without para-
sitism, conscience without prejudices, speech without
a gag, law without lies, strength without an army,
and brotherhood without CAIN." Enough, however,
(the wholesome proverb says) is as good as a feast.
And so—to the enjoyment of the Siecle, and of those
whose tastes are akin, we leave any further considera-
tion of this astonishing piece of extravagance on the
part of as true a genius and as great a Poet as there
is to be found now living anywhere throughout all
Christendom.

IRELAND—INDIA ; Dublin—Bombay. The two
countries, the two cities, are far apart topographi-
cally ; they are still farther politically. We have
had Ireland ad nauseam ; even the clergy must be
weary of seeing " The Irish Church." There is not
one of the twelve hundred candidates who has
not said his say on that topic ; not one
of the many thousand journals which has
not discussed it in editorials. But of
India, who speaks or writes ? For India, who
cares ? ind yet India supplies Queen VICTORIA
with forty times as many subjects as Ireland ; and
yet India is as much more difficult to govern as the
mutiny of 18.57 was more dangerous to British rule
than the rising at Tallaght in 1807. Consider for a
moment what the task is. It is nothing less than
ruling two hundred millions of Asiatics by about a
hundred thousand Europeans. It is nothing less
than reconciling Buddhists. and Mahommedans to a
Christian rule and to each other. It is nothing less
than governing, ten thousand miles away from home,
one-fifth of the whole population of the globe,
who are totally unaccustomed to British modes of
thought and action, and who are totally incapable of
self-government. The visionary writers of the
Positivist school tell us that it is our duty to clear out
of India, and let the country rule itself. It would be
a cruelty to do so ; it would be a crime to do so.
True, we got possession of the land in the first place
too often by cruelty and crime; but having done so,
having taken upon ourselves the responsibility of
regenerating and governing this great empire, it
would be unutterably disgraceful to abandon it.
We have destroyed one system ; it would
be a sin to forsake the other. True that
even now, if the Indians are asked whether they
prefer their own rule with all its injustice and
corruption, to ours with its rigid equity, they
will say that they prefer the first. They cannot
understand our strict regard for truth, our inaccessi-
bility to bribes, our severe legal etiquette, if we may
use such a word. But this want of appreciation of
the present order of things is no more an argument
against it than the child's preference for being allowed
to do as it pleases is an argument against parental
discipline. We cannot leave India, but we must
be careful to consult her feelings and prejudices, so
far as we can do so without injury to her.
How to do this is one of the greatest problems of
the day. Yet it is one, as the Marquis of SALISBURY
has just said at Manchester, in which scarcely any-
one takes interest. Only two election addresses
have, he declares, referred to it. Reading these
addresses and speeches, we might suppose that there
was no such country in the world, or at least that we
had no concern with it. But there are signs and
tokens that this indifference will not continue much
longer. Manchester, which has before now taken the
lead in directing Imperial policy, Manchester, which
abolished Protection, which is going to abolish
drunkenness, is awaking to the vast importance of
our Eastern Empire. The Marquis of SALISBURY,
who perhaps knows as much of India as any man
living, has been shelving how intimate is the connec-
tion between Indian and British prosperity. This
nobleman, par excellence a Tory, has been visiting
what Mr. FERRAND would call the " cotton lords,"
and telling them how they may further the interests
of " the city of the damned." They must induce
Indian cotton growers to pay more attention to
quality. They must urge upon Government the con-
struction of railways, independently of the conside-
ration as to whether the works will pay. They must
get the commercial element represented at the Indian
Council, so that not only the eminent lawyer, the
skilful engineer, the brave general, the distin-
guished statesman, but the Lancashire mill-owner
shall have some voice in the government of
India. Words like these from a marquis,
the future hope of the Tory party, are
enough to make the dead squires of twenty years ago
rise from their graves. There was worse in store.
The ex-Secretary of State for India declared that
whereas it had been said that a circle drawn from St.
Paul's with a radius of thirty miles, and a circle drawn
from Manchester with a similar radius, would com-
prise about the same number of inhabitants; and,
whereas it had been held certain that these great
masses of population would really before long govern
the nation, he would choose that Mangy hester rather
than London should govern. If these words had come
from plain RICHARD COBDEN, they would have
been denounced by every Tory candidate, from Har-
wich to Galway, , from Shetland to St. Ives. But it
is the Most Noble ROBERT CECIL, Marquis of
Salisbury, who has said it, one of the foremost states-
men of the day, who is not surpassed in cl earness of
vision, who knows well enough that streng th comes
from union, and union from identity of iterests,
and that whereas London is a collection :of towns

which have no fellowship with each other,
Lancashire is consolidated by the presence of the
chiefest of English manufactures.
But if Lancashire is to provide our legislation,
let it also provide us with honourable legisla-
tors. Unfortunately, we have had legislators
from Lancashire who have done the country no
credit. There are men in this present Parliament
who have been convicted of gross bribery ; there are
men who have not been convicted, but who are noto-
riously guilty of it ; there are men who, having been
found guilty, are seeking to regain a place in that
assembly from whence they have been expelled. Lan-
cashire men would do well to heed Lord SALISBURY'S
appeal on Tuesday night. " I think that of late
years," he said, " there has been much hide-and-seek
between the representatives of the people and the
constituencies who have elected them. There has
been some little hide-and-seek between the leaders
of parties and the parties who supported them.
And my wish for the future is, that we may
get out of that enchanted and delusive
ground—that we may be upon a plain ground,
where all men shall know each what his neighbour
is striving after. And I do hope that the consti-
tuencies of this country, in the struggle that is
impending, whatever their political opinions may be,
will elect firm and capable men, having convictions
of their own, and not mere supple slaves. Ido hope
they will elect men who say what they mean, and
who, when they are elected, will do what they say."
Let all the people say "Amen."

WE believe that our usually well-informed con-
temporary the Daily News has been misled with
regard to the alleged postponement of the general
election. We are informed that the Government
have no intention to delay the issue of the writs. To
have withheld them would indeed be a breach of faith
deserving the severest condemnation. There would,
moreover, be no excuse for it, inasmuch as the
Government have no need to wait for the issue of
the appeals from the revising barristers' decision. A
special Act of Parliament was passed last session
which stipulated that the elections should not be
influenced by those decisions. We do not deny
that the report alluded to has been widely spread.
But the suspicion was without good foundation.
Mr. DISRAELI will no doubt find other weapons
beside procrastination wherewith to keep off his
opponents. A correspondent of ours has already
mentioned that the PREMIER will in all probability
introduce a measure with regard to the land question
in Ireland, so liberal, that it will, he hopes, induce a
large number of the Liberal party to refrain from
supporting a resolution of no confidence. Mr.
DISRAELI'S present policy is not to delay, but to
" dish,"

LATEST INTELL MENGE.

(REUTER'S TELEGRAMS.)

SPAIN.

MADRID, Oct. 28.

The Official Gazette will shortly publish the
decree authorising the issue of a loan of a mil-
lion of reals to meet the present engagements of
the Government.

Several Democratic members of the Municipal
Council of Madrid have moved a vote of censure
upon the Provisional Government for having ex-
pressed, in their official capacity, an opinion rela-
tive to the future form of Government. The
Municipal Body will most likely discuss this mat-
ter to-morrow.

ROUMANIA.

BUCHAREST, Oct. 28.

It is denied on reliable authority that an alliance
had been formed between the Governments of
Russia and Roumania.

The rumour of a marriage between Prince
Charles and the third daughter of the King of Den-
mark is also declared to be an invention.

OUTWARD INDIA AND CHINA MAILS.
MALTA, Oct. 29.

The Syria, from Southampton on the 17th inst.,
arrived on the 2Gth at 1 p.m., and left at midnight
for Alexandlia.

INDIA, CHINA, AND AUSTRALIAN
(HEAVY) MAILS.

The Delta left at 9 a.m. to-day for Southampton,
where she may be looked for about the 7th proximo.

GREECE.

ATHENS, Oct. 28.

In to-day's sitting of the Greek Chamber the
budget for the current year came on for discussion.

A fresh vote of confidence in the present Minis-
try has a majority of five votes.
M. B a beetude ,
the passed
new b y
French Minister, has arrived.

LORD LYTTON'S NEW PLAY.

The Rightful Heir, now performing nightly to
crowded houses at the Lyceum Theatre, has re-
cently been published by Mr. Murray, of Albe-
marle-street, and has already, in its printed form,
run into a Second Edition. It could hardly be mat-
ter of surprise that it should be so under any cir-
cumstances—namely, that the heartiest welcome
should be accorded to any new fire-act drama
written by the author of " Richelieu," of " Money,"
and of the " Lady of Lyons." The Rightful Heir,
however, can hold its own by right of its own
intrinsic merits, and without fear of any comparison.
Those who have witnessed the performance of it at
the Lyceum, any time since the first night of its
production upon those boards, namely, since the third
of this present month of October, are empowered to
appreciate the fact here stated, simply by the use of
their sense of hearing, as portions of an audience
at a dramatic representation. Now that the play
is published, however, the merits of The Rightful
Heir as a work of art, as a drama not unworthy of
the author of Richelieu, have become far more dis-
tinctly and readily appreciable. From the Second
Edition of the Play (which is as nearly as possible
a literal reprint of the first), we take the Author's
Prelace, of which the following is, briefly, the
whole :

Many years ago this Drama was re-written from an
earlier play by the same Author, called " The Sea Cap-
tain," the first idea of which was suggested by a striking
situation in a novel by M. A. Dumas (Le Capilaine Paul).
The Author withdraw " The Sea Captain" from the stage
(and even from printed publication), while it had not lost
such degree of favour as the admirable acting of Mr.
Macready chiefly contributed to obtain for it ; intending
to replace it before the public with some important changes
in the histrionic cast, and certain slight alterations in the
conduct of the story. But the alterations once com-
menced, became so extensive in character, diction, and
even in revision of plot, that a new play gradually roso
from the foundations of the old one. The task thus un-
dertaken, being delayed by other demands upon time and
thought, was scarcely completed when Mr. Macready's re-
tirement from his profession suspended the Author's
literary connection with the stage, and " Tho Rightful
Heir" has remained in tranquil seclusion till this year,
when ho submitts his appeal to the prop3r tribunal ;
sure, that if he fail of a favourable hearing, it will not be
the fault of the friends who take part in his cause and act
in his behalf.

The Rightful Heir having reference historically
to the foundation of the great Anglo-Saxon na-
tionality now flourishing in North America, is
gracefully inscribed by Lord Lytton in the manner
f ollowing—

TO ALL FRIENDS AND KINSFOLK IN
THE AMERICAN COMMONWEALTH,
Tills DRAMA IS DEDICATED WITH AFFECTION AND

RESPECT.
As gems of poetry, culled almost at random from
The I?ightfal Heir, we are tempted to give the sub-
joined fragmentary quotations :

TY VYAN'S TOAST.
"No foes b 3 tall ono' to wade the moat
Which girds the fort whoso only walls aro mon!"

THE POOH COUSIN'S DEFINITION OF POVERTY.
Ugh! but the air is keen, and Poverty
Is thinly clad ; subject to rheums and agues,
Asthma and phthisis, pains in the loins and limbs,
And leans upon a crutch, like your poor cousin.
If Poverty begs, Law sets it in the stocks :
If it is ill, the doctors mangle it
If it is dying, the priests scold at it ;
And, when 'tis dead, rich kinsmen cry, "Thank heaven !"

VYVYAN'S PANEGYRIC ON TIIE SEA.
She is not cruel if her breast swell high
Against the winds that thwart her loving aim
To link, by every raft whose course she speeds,
Man's common brotherhood from pole to polo;
Grant she hath danger—danger schools the bravo,
And bravery leaves all cruel things to cowards.
Grant that she harden us to fear,—the hearts
Most proof to fear are easiest moved to love,
As on the oak whose roots defy the storm,
All the leaves tremble when the south-wind stirs.
lIIs PRAISE OF TILE NEW WORLD.
Yet if the sea dismay thee, on the shores
Kissed by her waves, and far, as fairy isles
In poet dreams, from this grey care-worn worl I,
Blooms many a bower for the Sea Rover's
1 know a land where feathering palm-trees shade
To delicate twilight, suns benign as those
Whose dawning gilded Eden ;—Nature, there,
Like a gay spendthrift in his flush of youth,
Flings her whole treasure on the lap of Time.
There, steeped in roseate hues, the lakalike sea
Heaves to an air whose breathing is ambrosia;
And, all, the while, brielit-wingel and warbling birds,
Like happy soals, released, melodious fleet
T tiro' blissful light, and teach the ravished earth
flow joy finds voi,:o in Heaven.
A MOTHER'S VOICE REMEMBERED.
Gentle lady,
The key of some Ciarmed music in your voice
Unlocks a haunted chamber in my soul.
A SEA CAPTAIN —A SEA KING.
True lion of the ocean was the chief
Of that good ship. Beneath his fostering eyes,
Nor all ungraced by Drake's illustrious praise,
And the frank clasp of Raleiyle,s kingly hand,
I fought my way to manhood. At his death
The veteran left me a more absolute throne
Than Caesar filled—his war-ship; for my realm
Add to the ocean, hope —and measure it !
ENGLAND'S FIRST SAILORS.
Wild Sea Rovers who refuse
To yield to Spain'S proud tyranny, her claim
To treat as thieves and pirates all who cross
The lino Spain's finger draws across God's ocean.
We, the Sea Rovers, on our wandering decks
Carry our land, its language, laws, and freedom ;
We wrest from Spain the sceptre of the seas,
And in the New World build up a new England.

ENGLAND'S DISDAIN FOR. DANGER.
Well, we live still—and all this deluge dies
In harmless spray on England's scornful cliffs. -
And, trust rue, sir, if war beleaguer England,
Small need of ono man's valour : lackA she sAliers,
Methinks a Mars would strike in childhood's arm,
And woman be Bellona.

APOSTROPHE TO ELIZABETH.

The noble Woman King! Those words of fire

[Queen Elizabeth's proclamation has just been read.]
Will send warm blood through all the veins of Freedom
Till England is a dream !

SIR GREY DE MALPAS' DAY-DREAM.
On this side, desolate ruin ; bread begrudged;
And ribald scorn on impotent grey hairs ;
The base poor cousin Boyhood threats with famine—
Whose very dog is butchered if it bark :
On that side bonded knees and fawning smiles,
Ho! ho ! there —Room for my lord's knights and pages!
Room at tho Court—room there, beside the throne !
Ab, the now Earl of Montreville ! His lands
Cover two shires. Such man should rule the state—
A gracious lord—the envious call him old;
Not so —the coronet conceals grey hairs.
He limp'd, they say, when ho wore hose of serge.
rut, the slow march becomes the robes of ermine.
Back, conscience, Back! Go scowl on boors and beggars—
Room, smiling flatterers, roo:n for the new Earl !

APPEAL AGAINST A MOTHER'S ABJURATION.
Do not—do not hear her,
Thou who, enthroned amid the pomp of stars,
Dost take no holier name than that of Father!
Thou has no other son ? 0, cruel one !
Look—look—thes3 letters to the priest who reared him
See where thou call'st him "Elmond"—" child"—" life's

all !"
Cau the words be so fresh oa this frail record,
Yet fade, obliterate from the undying soul?
By these—by these—by all the solemn past,
By thy youth's lover—by his secret grave—
By every kiss upon thine infant's cheek—
By every tear that wept his fancied death
Grieve not that still a first-born calls thee "Mother!"

WATCHISG FROM TILE PRECIPICE.
From bough
To bough he swings—from peak to slippery peak
I see him dwindling down ;—tho loose stones rattle ;
He falls—he falls—but 'lights on yonder lodge,
And from the glaring sun turns steadfast eyes
Whore still the sea-gulls whooll now crawls, now leaps;
Crags close around hiva —net a glimpse nor sound !
0, diver for the dead—bring up but bones,
And round the skull I'll wreathe my coronet.