The Express. — 1860-06-16 (London, England)

LONDON, SATURDAY, JUNE 16.  Is BOMA IL hes no sense of shame, no spark of human feeling in that craven and cruel heart which the discipline of priests and priestly panders has furnished with all the arta of the Father of Lies, it seems at least he has one faithful servant of his house not entirely bereft of self-respect, nor absolutely incapable of vicarious remorse. There is positively one man in the service of FILLNCIII of Naples who albeit, we are assured, too honest or too humane to be employed on the ordinary service of his Court in times of security, is specially reserved to be • sort of sacramental agent of royal perjury in extreetia He is sent for by this religious King as a priest is sent for by • trembling malefactor on his bed of death, to administer a sort of extreme diplomatic unction—to whom do our readers suppose 1 To the Great European Powers. This is the way of the right divine. keen do no wrong, still less avow a fault ; but when in the headlong fury of itscrimes it iaovertaken by the avenging justice of Heaven, it picks out some obscure and comparatively untainted agent, and despatches him, like the scapegoat into the desert, to propitiate the Powers. Not to his own subjects does this King of NAPLIDS appeal, or plead, or promise, but to foreign Courts. It is the Commendatore Massimo, an unpronounced liberal of respectably lukewarm temperature, whom in his dying momenta the blessed FIRDINAND recommended to his hopeful heir as the man for these supreme emergencies ; the man to make promises and to sue for conditions which his Sovereign, with a Papal dispensation in his pocket, may at a more convenient season break ; the man to oak civilised Monarchs and constitutional Ministers to guarantee a kingdom to the torturer, murderer, and bombarder of thousandsof women and children. But nations do not unlearn their own history quits so soon as that injured innocent, Fuse's IL, late of Sicily, appears to suppose. How can they, when that history is written in characters of blood and fire, on the reeking floors of torture chambers and the smoking walls of cities I If ten honest men could be found, out of prison, in Naples to put faith in the word of the pious executor of the testament of FIJWINAND IL, we should say that the kingdom was worthy of its King. But, excepting the creatures of the court, the priests, the spice and gaolers, and the lazzaroni, there is not one of his fellow-countrymen whom the Commendatore Matrix° would  dare to ask to endorse his not, then, affect to be surprised at the news that this respectable diplomatist has renounced his minion to the Court of St. J•isines, and returned incontinently from Fontainebleau to Naples. To say the truth, we rejoice that the Commendatore MAIITI3O has in the face of Europe openly declared that the gen ant of his master was unworthy to met foot on the shore of England, and unwilling to confront the steadfast gear of English freedom. In these days the words of free parliaments are winged with lightning, and the Neapolitan agent must have been hit, so to speak, "dying " by those few but honest and decline words of greeting which Lord PALMEasToa dung across the sea to him as he flitted through the French capital. The harm Mistmvaa, in his place in Parliament, expressed the thought and purpose of the English people the other night, and either M. Tuoi%igNal. or the Emperor of the Fuscr himself may have been kind enough to give the C.ANIMENDATIALR a timely hint that the country to which M. ma MoINTALLWICaT came once upon a time to take " a bath of life" was hardly a desirable climate for the complaint of all emissary from the Court of Naples. For what, after all, were the proposals which M. M• 11us., carried in hot haste to Fontainebleau, and has already taken back with equal precipitation to his master? What are the " guarantees" which at the sound of a clear-voiced trumpet from Westminster the Neapolitan Envoy has let fall in a sudden tit of shame I  Wu can M. MARTIN° was actually prepared to promise on tochulf of Fit•