The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1856-05-06
"GoING HoMEr

Is the wcrd, now in Sevastopol. Bate
ries are mute. The white flag takes the place
of the Regimental Ensign. Ships at the
wharves Of Kamiesch and Balaklava are busy
taking in their living, parti-colored cargoes.
Peace is signed, and the troops are going
home.
The Russians most Of them, set out on a
long and tolsome journey over the Steppes,
towards Moscow. But the officers are proud
of their successful defence, and the Men hap
py in approaching Freedom, for every serf ia
mancirhted, who has fought the battles of
the Czar. The Frcnchmen, singing and
swearing, embark for Marselles or Algeria;
some destined for cantonments and some for
the Invaldcs; except the envied Conscripts
of l848, who have leave to return to their
homes 1t is eight years since they left them,
beardless boys Of sixteen and upwards, and
now they 90 back bronzed veterans, with
cruiches and Crimeam stories enough TO last
their lifetime. The Englishmen ship for Spit
head and Calcutta, grumblng and mutter-
ing. The War has given them hard fare and
scanty rations, and the Peace has snatchcd
out Of reach the laurcls they were just hoping
TO grasp at last. The Sardinans set sail for
Genoa, the only combatants that have had
plenty Of food, plenty of pay, plenty Of clo-
thing and plenty Of glory, to satisfy them
selves and astonish their countrymen. The
Turks, glad to get rid Of being bombar1ed
and bayoncted, at nothing day, by their
enemies, leave for OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
they will be kicked and cuffcd, on the same
terms, by their friends The slow German
Legion, which has Just got itself into march
lug ORDER now that the war is over, will be
sent out to the Cape of Good Hope, to smoke
in quiet meditation on memories Of the Rhine
and occasionally win such renown as can be
got out of Caffre or nm elephant.
But another army, three hundred thousand
strong, stays in the Crimea. Some wrapped
hastily in bloody flags, and blankets; some
stripped and mutilated, they are laid down
to sleep under the guns of Sebastopol, until
the last War is ended, and the last Peace pro
claimed. Then they, too, will 90 home.
The Treaty Of Peace is received with hug
zas on the Boulevards of Paris, with salutcs
from Tower Guns of London, with illumina-
lions of the Palaces Of st. Pctersburgh and
Genoa. But 1t is groaned over and mur-
INJURED at in Constantinople.
Turkey, for whose benefit tho war was pro-
fessedy undertaken, is substantially the great
est loser by it. She has been saved from the
grasp of Russia only to be clutched in that
Of the Allies. She loses her Principalities.
She has lost her Fleet and her Army. She
is losing even the semblance Of power in her
own Capitol. Foreign Ambassadors ntrude
upon the Divan and dictate its policy. For
egn en- ] lP'lleEpjpqtRnaariSh j dssEg aGf6pde saf
tan dares not refuse. Frankish Merchants
take the bread out Of the mouth Of believers
on the Prophets. Frankish soldiers jo.tle the
pious Mussulnan at his devotion in the street.
The Mosque is confronted suddenly by the
school-housc. The cry Of the mezzin is min
gled with the clang Of church bells. The Ca
Iii ia deposed from the bench, and foreign
Judges quote Blackstone and Vattel az of
higher authority than the Koran. The Roy
nj Scraglio ia shadowed hv European Hospi-
tails and barracks. "True believers" are
showed under ground without ceremony, while
'"dead Christian dogs" are buried with the
honors Of war. The turbnn is dishonored.-
The. hat is the emblem of power. Saracen
rule is over, on this side Of the Boephorus.