The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1854-05-10
SHED EVERY WEDNESDAY MORNING.
Omef PaCha,

correspondent Of the London daily
papers. thus describes an interview with
the Ottoman General:
Omer Pacha sat on divan, near the
fire. with long chibouk by his side, and
surrounded by papers and letters. AT a
respectable distance were two or three
Pachas, also with pipes, which, however
in accordance with Turkish official eti-
quette they never touched until the sups.
rior had set them the example. He al
once entered into conversation in French
which he speaks auently, but with rath-
er strong German accent. Italian is his
forte. The first thing that struck me on
seeing him, was the singular ingenuity dis.
played by the French and English artists,
who have undertaken to render his fea-
lures familir to the European public, in
making their portraits so unlike the origi-
nal. Any of them that have come under
my notice would serve just aswell for me-
MORALS of the Emperor Of China, or the
Gear Nicholas, as Of Omar Pacha.
But independently OF the false impress
sions which they had left on my mind, |
confess that found it somewhat difficult
to realize the idea that was actually in
the presence of the redoubtable chief whose
name has been on every tongue for the last
six months. Take away the huge nous.
tachios, which half concealed his mouth,
and the gray beard beneath it, and you
may fancy At first glance, yourself talking
10 sine old English gentleman" who
had never performed any more warlike
exploits than running down fox. There
| is kindly, good-humored CLEAN in his
eye-an honest candor-which puts you
at your ease, because you feel that he is
so; not merely rude soldierly frankness
but an approach to "bon hommie." though
without the smallest want Of dignity. On
longer acquaintance, you discover that
the outlines of his face bear the impress
sion Of Herculean energy, and even OF
audacity; and there is massiveness about
the wrinkles, even, that nothing save a
fierce struggle with time could have pro-
duced. If there be any truth in phrenolo-
gy, one would say that his whole intellect
was lodged in his forehead. -
In moments of excitement. when his
eyes flashed under the cover Of his large
eyebrows-and as they sometimes do even
in ordinary conversation-his appearance
reminds one more OF reused lion than
any mans l ever saw. His manner is
that of polished gentleman-his courte.
sy untiring-his patience inexhanstible
His observations, even upon topics which
one would suppose possessed but little o.
interest for him, bear evidence Of great
| acumen and varied information. was
surprised by his accurate knowledge o.
English home poiities, though when speak;
| ing on the subject with an Englishman. he
shows some diffidence in pronouncing an
opinion. and generally throws his remarks
into an interrogatory form. Regarding
her foreign relations, he. as might be ex
!. pected, speaks with more boldness, ani
expresses his confident belief that any hes
itaiion she shows in graphing with Russis
now, is but postponing the struggle to I
period when she will find herself less pre-
pared Tor it. and will. perhaps, have t.
meet it alone; for he does not entertain {
doubt that two powers representing princi
pies so opposite to one another, canno
subsist side by side without collision, whicl
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