The Sun. — 1850-08-22 (London, England)

LITERATURE. YO USG ITALY. Ey Alexander Bailie Cochrane, A brilliant contributor► to the Palian serving as materials lir the future Sismondi, has tic en made in this eloquent old picturesque narrative by the Honourable Gentleman the Member for Bridport. From the opening sentence to the conclusion we have perused the work before us with an extraordinary sense of gratification. For while in several particulars our opinions are directly at variance with the political sentiments entertained by the author, our warmest sympathies are commanded in his favour by the spirit of gentleness and magnanimity pervading the entire performance. As a literary composition the book is one of no ordinary character, possessing merits in this respect which must inevitably tend to widen the popularity of Mr. Cochrane, and materially to raise his reputation. Several of the episodes introduced into the narrative would reflect honour upon the ability cf even our most eminent living rumancist, Sir 13ulwer Lytton, to whom the volume is very gracefully ded•,catcd, "partly from the pardonable ambition to have the writer's name, however bri,fly, tissociated with his imperishable fame, partly because to his kind suggestions the work owes whatever slight merit it may possess." These are the modest expressiuns in which Mr. Cochrane inscribes his latest effusion to the author of "Rienzi," and the circumstance intimated towards the close of the dedication cannot but invest that effusion with an  be found at pages 116-118, is one of some moment, and appears to us to be altogether irrefragable. Another section of the volume, Leaded " The allount Quirinal," is followed by a description of " The Feast of the Golden Rose," and this again by an inquiry into the problem of the "Temporal and Spiritual Authority of the Pope," in the course of which Mr. Cochrane says almost wittily, " the keys of St. Peter have been hitherto guarded by the sword of St. Paul." A beautiful tribute is paid by him, soon after, to the munificence of the ecclesiastical establishments of Catholicism, in a chapter on " Monte Casino." Howard, the philanthropist, might almost be expected to rise from his ashes with horror, at the description given, further on, of the prison of Naples. An interview a hich took place between the writer and the King (which may be found at page 275), will be read with un• feigned satisfaction. The last portions of the aork under consideration are partially composed of fragments, already printed in the columns of our contemporary the Times, under the signature of the person humorously designated by Ur. Cochrane, " that most able, eloquent, and universally esteemed gentleman, ' our oan correspondent.'" The most remarkable portion of the allele book, how• ever, we have hitherto refrained from mentioning, desirous as we were to close our comments upon " Young Italy" with an earnest encomium upon it as on historical composition. It is the chapter inscribed " The Murder of Rossi," and depicts in startling colours the whole of that ghastly tragedy. It affords a noble and touching proof of the eloquence and humanity of the author, and presents to the imagination a picture so terrible in its vividness that it cannot very speedily be obliterated from the recollection.  additional and £dventitious attraction. Altogether apart, however, from any such incidental allurement, the pages of "Young Italy" abound with charms of their own such as are certain to arrest the attention of  the intelligent, and to secure to the author from the more discriminating among his readers a very large amount of earnest and cordial admiration. We speak  thus emphatically because in this volume we recognise the evidences of those noble qualities which we would ever see acknowledged as the national characteristics of all true Englishmen. We detect in its reprobation of atrocity, in its homage to misfortune, in its panegyrics on virtue in ita tender commemorations of beneficence, that largeness and soundness of heart which are the first essentials of a chivalrous temperament. We perceive in the very extravagance with which some of its scornful passages, and some  ANNALS of the