this manner. They may still say::-"What are these forests these bogs, these deserts to us?" But what a loss was there! Fortune, however—not they-still just preserved to us all that is necessary. A little more, and our projected line of railroad would have been impossible.

We trust that the success which has hitherto attended Mr. HowE, and the consideration which has very properly been accorded to his opinions and vouchsafed to his communications, will teach our colonies not to let England sleep, and to appeal to her people, should her Ministers be found deaf or impracticable. Had Franklin thought of this, instead of suffering himself, like a political Johnson, to wait in the antechamber of kings until disgust bid him shake the dust from off his feet and depart, America might even now belong to us entirely-as the best part of her still does. Will it continue to do so? That is the question.

We trust that this matter will not now be consigned to the limbo of a lengthy deliberation and so be suffered to get stale, or, on the other hand, be eaten up alive by voracious speech-makers. If Cobden oppose it, we hope that some popular speaker will go down to Manchester, harangue his deluded constituents, and drive him from his own dunghill. We have heard such a suggestion. This will be a short session for sound measures. Had Parliament been convened at once to repel the Papal insult, the nation would have been spared much of its ferment; the struggle would not have been put off to the commencement of the "Great Exhibition," which is so dangerous a moment for the liberties and peace of England, and the House would have had some time and opportunity to consider solid measures and legislate for the positive as well as the negative benefit of the country. FEBRUARY 19TH, 1851.

THE "NARRATIVE" OF CAPTAIN WARNER.

"By such means, war will ultimately be done away with.”—Duke of Richmond.

"It would render all the ships of the line useless, and dispense with the greater part of us."-Marquis of Anglesey.

"I must admit that nothing can be more complete and formidable.” -General Lord Combermere.

"Nothing can withstand them.”—General Lord Hardinge.

"All ships of the line are useless against such a mode of defence they are only like so many floating haystacks."-Captain Lord Hardwicke.

"Providence, perhaps, mercifully designs, by its very horrors, to lessen the frequency and miseries of war."-Captain Lord Talbot, R.N.

"One eighteen-pound shell would sink any ship of the line. Portsmouth would be destroyed, or any other port, without knowing where those terrific powers came from."—Admirals Sir R. Keats and Sir T. Hardy.

"Nothing afloat can withstand their extraordinary power.”— Admiral Sir G. Cockburn.

"A powerful auxiliary both to army and navy.”—General Sir Harry Smith.

"If I could do as much, I would have three millions.”—Admiral Sir Charles Napier.

"Warner may yet be regarded as a benefactor to mankind.”. Commander J. Harvey.

THE "Narrative" of Captain Warner, which has been placed in our hands, is certainly as extraordinary as any invention he can produce to astonish civilized humanity, whatever that invention may be. Knowing the world as we do, and fully aware as we are, of the difficulties against which a man of genius and generosity has to contend, still we were unprepared for such a tissue of meanness, shuffling, falsehood, and malignity, as is unveiled in these pages, which, we are sorry and ashamed to say, we consider to bear the stamp of truth.

For we would certainly rather believe, were it possible, that Captain Warner, who is an entire stranger to us save through the reports of the Insolvent Court and the observations of the public press, is the victim of delusion or the professor of chicanery, than credit a history which casts so indelible a stain upon the character of so many distinguished individuals and so many persons holding responsible situations in our country. But our wishes in this case are not fathers to our thoughts. Captain Warner has, indeed, had a bitter experience of official inhumanity and professional selfishness. He has known

"the whips and scorns of time,

The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of the unworthy takes."

Nay, he has known more than this. He has experienced the wolfish jealousy of those who saw themselves flung in a probable shade by his renown, who feared that his discoveries would destroy their importance, who trembled with rage and hatred at beholding success vainly endeavouring to crown him; whilst they basely laid snares for his feet, threw dust in his eyes, pushed, kicked, and beat him like a mob surrounding a culprit. We should not be satisfied with ourselves, as journalists, were we to let pass the occasion of calling upon the country to rescue this man from the slough of jobbing despond, from the present triumph of jealous falsehood, from the apathy of ignorance and that lying judgment of the vulgar which so readily follows after sordid abuse and ridicule, when these are the tools of powerful jealousy and unscrupulous oppression. We call upon the public to test the truth of Captain Warner's "Narrative."

We call upon England to insist upon the fact being made patent, as to whether he be a humbug or not.

We believe that he is not. We believe that he is the inventor of such deadly secrets, as, if employed by us alone, would make us superior in the field or on the ocean to any antagonist; but which secrets being made generally known, would tend rather to abolish war than to destroy the human race. We think that Captain WARNER is fully justified, by everything save the lingering emotions of a patriotic heart and the ennobling suffering which endures to the end, in offering the benefit of his discoveries to a foreign power. He has suffered much here. He has seen the promises of a monarch falsified by the administrations which succeeded his reign. He has felt the sternest application of the law, which condemns rogues and prodigals, without having been either prodigal or rogue. He has been laughed at and burlesqued, until his name has become a household word for ridicule; as if he had been the Ferdinand Mendez Pinto of inventors. He is now neglected, save by the paragraphs of a morning journal, which sums up his life to compare him to Dousterswivel, and drags in the name of his generous patron, Earl Talbot, to make two parties to a game of folly and deception. Is all this nothing, ye Hudsons of the day! who make money the sole God of your adoration? Is it nothing, ye men of quick feelings and sensitive honour? Is it nothing, ye fathers of eleven children, who have thrown away the substance after the shadow, confident in your own powers and a nation's gratitude? We say that were Captain WARNER to betake himself to Paris or St. Petersburgh, to the Pope of Rome or Vienna, to Jonathan or Timbuctoo, and sell his secret to the first bidder, we could not blame him.

Imagine a man dying in obscurity, poverty, and disgrace, unable to emerge from it, knowing his power, leaving his children unprovided for, with the memory of such a "Narrative" thundering in his ears. Nay; a man so treated might, if he followed the dictates, not of a traitor, but nature, breathe back his bitterest curse on the shores of Albion, as he left her, and spurn the boat which landed him on a foreign shore to seek the name, the refuge, and the fortune denied him here.

Sell the secret? We would sell it to the Devil! But to the Russians and French? No! No!-not quite that yet. For we feel as an Englishman, and would pity, not revenge ourselves upon, our country for her misfortunes in being the sport of those who have extinguished us and deluded her.

Let us turn to the "Narrative" itself, and we shall see that these last are the real sentiments of the man whose cause we advocate. In page 1 of the Preface, he says:—

"But why should I expect to be free from the troubles and annoyances which have generally befallen most inventors? Fulton narrates of himself, that when he first unfolded to his friends his project for applying steam to maritime locomotion, they either remonstrated with him as a dreamer about to expose himself to derision, or seriously meditated placing him under bodily restraint. And when he commenced building his first steam-boat, as he passed to and fro from the superintendence of his work-people, his friends shook their heads with pitiful looks, or significantly pointed to their foreheads, while others openly mocked him. The day at last arrived whereon Fulton's first experiment was to be exhibited. An eager crowd assembled, and that excitement prevailed which so commonly pervades a mass of spectators of any novelty. Nervousness is infectious, and probably the excitement of the lookers-on might have agitated Fulton and his men; at any rate, a stoppage occurred shortly after his vessel had started. How was this accident, which turned out to be temporary and trivial, received by the spectators? With expressions of regret for an enterprising man's disappointment, and the probable loss to the public of a valuable invention? Far otherwise it was received with shouts of triumphant derision, and