The Sun. — 1850-09-12 (London, England)

AYNAU'S TASTE OF BARCLAY AND CO.'S ENTIRE. By this time the reader is aware of the brewing extraordinary which took place the other day at Barclay and Perkins's—the storm brewed at that establishment by General Haynau. Haynau, in the public eye, stands branded with deeds of the basest atrocity —the merciless hanging of brave men, and the dastardly flogging of noble women. He is a slandered man, of course. No demon, even, but the meanest as well as most malignant in devildom, would have perpetrated cruelties so execrable and infamous. This gallant officer and amiable gentleman goes about, the object of universal hatred, through (doubtless) a mere deception which has been unaccountably practised on the newspapers, and disseminated by their means. With his detestable character pinned to his back— albeit bold as brass in conscious innocence—did Baron Haynau go on Wednesday last week to visit Barclay and Perkins's brewery. Armed with the breast-plate of an untainted heart, he wrote his name—little thinking what a name it was—in the visitors' book. The pen might as well have been a lighted match, and the page a train leading to a powder-barrel. What was the consequence ? " His presence became known all over the brewery in less than two minutes, and before the general and his companions had crossed the yard, nearly all the labourers and dray men were out with brooms and dirt, shouting out, Down with the Austrian butcher,' and other epithets of rather an alarming nature to the general. He was soon covered with dirt, and perceiving some of the men about to attack him, ran into the street to Bankside, followed by a large mob, consisting of the brewers' men, coalheavers, and others, armed with all sorts of weapons, with which they belaboured the general." The Baron fondly imagined himself a simple lion ; and had no idea that he would be received as a tiger—the beast with which he is confounded by a vulgar error. But had he really been the unmanly miscreant he was mistaken for, how poetically beautiful would have been the termination of his adventure :—" He ran in a frantic manner"— frantically as a women-whipper might be expected to run :—'• He ran in a frantic manner along Bankside, until he came to the George public-house, when, forcing the doors open, he rushed in and proceeded upstairs into one of the bed-rooms, to the utter astonishment of Mrs. Benfield, the landlady, who soon discovered his name, and the reason of his entering her house. The furious mob rushed in after him, threatening to do for the Austrian butcher,' but fortunately for him the house is very old fashioned, and contains a vast number of doors, which were all forced open, except that of the room in which the general was concealed." If—only if, mind—Baron Haynau were indeed the Haynau of the journals— how delicious to behold the brave general that whipped the fair sex, taking shelter from chastisement beneath a woman's petticoat! What a sight for the shade of Batthyani to see him lie there, " covered with dirt," but more thickly bedaubed with ignominy ! Happily the injured innocent escaped with his life. The police came timeotisly to the rescue, and " a police galley was at the wharf at the time, into which he was taken and rowed towards Somerset-house, amidst the shouts and execrations of the mob." It is added, " He was conveyed over the water in a most deplorable state, the clothes having been actually torn off his back, besides several very severe blows having been inflicted on him." Every rightly feelieg mind must condole with General Haynau on the treatment which he has experienced from being so very unmeritedly regarded as a diabolical savage, and a disgrace to human nature. Messrs. Barclay and Perkins, it is stated, have been investigating the matter, with a view to discover the ringleaders in the attack on the gallant general, who was misunderstood to have hanged heroes and flogged ladies. Even had there been no misunderstanding in the case, the conduct of the draymen would certainly have been illegal. Nor wculd it have been exactly justifiable morally, for, as we all know, it is a duty not to let our blood boil Over under any provocation, and we ought to preserve a philosophical calmness even in the presence of Herod fresh from the slaughter of the innocents, or of Nero red handed from his mother's murder. Here's to your speedy amendment, Baron Haynau, and lest new acquaintance should be forgot, perhaps you will pleOge us in Barclay, Perkins, and Co.'s Entire.— Punch.  A ITEuolc