The Glasgow Chronicle. — 1849-08-01 (Glasgow, Strathclyde, Scotland)

THE GLASGOW CHRONICLE, WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 1, 1849.  BROUGHAM AND VAUX ONCE MORE!  Those of our readers who may have chanced to wade through the long columns of nonsense uttered on Friday last by ex-Chancellor Harry, will be apt to congratulate themselves that they have no seats in that august House, vulgarly supposed to concentrate within itself the virtue and intelligence, the piety and patriotism of England. It is really deplorable when men who have "done the State some service," are no sooner invested with an appropriate reward, than they become recreant to their principle, and commence a murderous crusade against every former political friendship. Who can withhold the blush of honest shame, or even the tear of pitiful compassion at the sight of a wreck so ruinous, a desolation so desolate? Compare the spirit-stirring orations of liberty's famous champion, before the honours of a peerage corrupted his soul, and his shameful panegyrics upon monsters and murderers now. Suppose the nations of Europe had been in their present position when Harry Brougham thrilled the thousands of his Yorkshire audience by the magic of his torch-light oratory? Suppose a Mazzini struggling then against an invading army; suppose a Kossuth resisting then the daring advances of the Croat and the Czar? How would that patriotic mind have burned; that eloquent tongue have declaimed; how would the tyrant and despot have been held up to withering scorn; and the patriot reinvigorated by the all-cheering tones of a genial friendship! But, tempora mutantur et nos nuttamur in illis. It is no part of our intention to enter at great length into the disgraceful speech of the noble lord. His apostacy is known wherever his patriotism was formerly celebrated. But his versatile lordship could not let the session pass without discharging a poisoned arrow here, and despatching a garland there; without flinging gratuitous calumny upon what he formerly avowed, and paying his adorations to what he formerly detested. The Pope finds a friend in Lord Brougham, who forthwith volunteers his aid to bolster up the tottering Papacy, and prolong for a season the usurpation of Old Infallibility. Marshal Radetzky might be taken for the ex-Chancellor's patron Saint, and doubtless his statue will find a prominent niche in Brougham Hall. The King of Naples is a model of truth and mercy; whilst the bombardment of Messina was a figment of the imagination. Oudinot deserves the eternal gratitude of Europe, and if that ambassador of peace to Rome should fail in securing the reward of his unexampled virtues, Lord Brougham's hands are clean. And what of the brave Italians by whom was defended the old Aurelian wall of Rome? For them there is nothing but scorn, derision, and misrepresentation. Mazzini is a "professional conspirator;" Garibaldi is Guy Fawkes redivivus. The Italian struggle stinks in his lordship's nostrils, whils:, the French invasion breathes odours sweeter than Araby! So, then, under Lord Brougham's leadership, the government of Great Britain was within a dozen votes of defeat on a question which impugned their foreign policy, not as being conservative, too monarchical, but as being too liberal and too strongly redolent of the spirit of rising freedom. Many good men and true have thought we might, as a nation, put forth more strenuous efforts on behalf of rising liberty; but the Peers are within an ace of deciding the downfall of the ministry as being too liberal for the present age.—Bradford Obierver.