Star.
London, England, 1829-08-17 00:00:00

LITERATURE, DRAMA, 4-c.

The cry of injustice setup the Turk against Russia,
and which Is so well echoed by his Holy Allies, resembles the
dying bowl of a hyena under the paws of a lion Where or when
has our bloody friend the Ottoman ever shrunk from iniquitous
toossioo, bloodshed, and spoliation from a principle of justice? Is
not his present power doe to a system of encroachment upon all
his relentless scymeter could subject ? Dues he not sit in Europe
like a robber in the midst of spoil and desolation, made with his
own hand, during the days when youthful vigour seconded au-
dacity? bat now that age and decrepitude has weakened him, be
clings to his booty with desperate anguish, and calls the invader of
his guilty hoard a spoliator and oppressor. In the plenitude of
splendour and power, the sentiments of the Ottoman were as
follows, pronounced by the awful mouth of the redoubtable So.
limas 11. to the Grand Master of Malta, after be had signed and
sworn to observe the capitulation :
" Although I might justly and worthily infringe the Articles I
have prescribed with such an enemy (that Is a Christian), tVoni
whose deserved punishment iseitkeefailk nor oath ought tit.stiy a
most just conqueror, yet I have determined to be generous and li-
beral to thee if thou wilt by well doings amend thy life:* &e. On
the Grand Master's departure for Rhodes, Soliman told him:—
" What I have done unto thee was not for hatted, but desire of
sovereignty."—" I ored not war fur riches, hilt for honour, fame,
and immortality, and the extension of my empire ; for it is the pro-
perty of a Sovereign, royally descended, by the strong hand to take
from others, and to invade others. not f a coeetou. mind, but
from the honourable desire of rule and sovereignty ; for while my
neighbour atandeth, I count it just by force of arms to remove
him."

These were superb words, and are ire mired in Turkish memory
with fond pride till this day. But* lo ! a cloud bath conic o'er
the shadow of Lis dreatn.—aaid the day of retribution has attired.
The linipertir Nichol.' can borrow a hint front the eloquent
Solingata, and thus defend his ittrusds up•ou Turkish ground on
Ottoman pnnciplcs.

The speculations of the Morning Papers on the motives and in-
tentions of the French Crown in its new change of Ministry are
extremely amusing; and, with fear exceptions, betray complete
ignorance with regard to France, and her present political affairs.
One gravely tells us it has been effected " to defeat Llorapartean
conspiracies !" Oh I yrs../ harrow! Bonaparteati ct nspiracWs in
1829 ! From what wonderful source of ihfortnation bas our
contemporary picked up this? Doubtless from some Cake
weouch. of the Marais. Another says, "It has been to frus-
trate a scheme to republicanize France." Alt! walk awls 1—
Atinther doze of the Republic while sitting healthy under a Con-
stitutional Charter! A third asserts that it is to effect
wholesome reform of political institutions. Miracle 1 Miracle !
Wholesome reform under the auspices of POLIGNAC and Company'
The rest, like these, have each their liftle particular notios ; mil
talk and twadaVe of France, in their Editorial chairs, like chidren
or the male in the moon. But not one of them has caught tholes.'
twinkle of a certain light that would at once Mum, the
darkness, and show the shadow of Marritexicu, and hi.
faithful Gotha, busy at the grand work of feudal regeneration,
—Monks, Jesuits, rights of primo.geniturr, strong towers, and
aristocratic privileges, floating gaily through the haze : there, to
secure Italy, goes Portugal ;—to consolidate the Castilian Ner,,
the intlependeoce of America ;—to conciliate lust Turkey, thr
liberty of Greece—
Bubble, bubble,—boil and bubble!
The Castlereagh caldron timeners bravely. Oh! it is quite delight-
ful to see the great man stir it up with his lung sword ;—but Ist .
him take care the fat be not in the fire. We remember the story
of the Arabian leech, who, summoned to bleed his Prince, was
bribed by traitors to bleed him to death ; but, reading the
following motto engraved upon the basin—" Whate'er thou dull,
first well consider the end. —A quaint of terror and conscience
seized him, and, dropping on his knees, he confessed all, Uhl sued
for pardon. Would the device were written on the Castlereagh
caldron in question, that the deadly cook might reflect before hr
administered the hell-broth round. * • s •