of the unhappy prisoners of war who surrendered themselves to the Russian Paskiewitch, some of whom had even been treated by him with the consideration of guests? Destroyed by HAYNAU. Were there any limits to the cruelties practised under him? Were not children and women crucified, mutilated, ripped open? Were not high-born ladies lashed like dogs, from meaner motives than the word revenge can express? It is well for the Times to say "these are arguments which it is wholly unnecessary to reproduce." It is well for them and for HAYNAU not to reproduce them. But they are registered on earth and in Heaven.

Who dared to accord "hospitality" to HAYNAU here? Who put English "savages" in the predicament of suffering this monster in their streets or in their houses? Perhaps he was deceived by the articles in the Times, as to the sentiments of Englishmen. Thank God, these are not identical. HAYNAU is the guest of the Times newspaper. Perhaps the affability of Cobden, or the cheering (did they cheer him ?) of the Peace Congress misled him. Besides, he had a letter of credit from Rothschild the city member, who styles himself the friend of HAYNAU. Citizens of London, one of your city members bespeaks kindness and attention for his friend HAYNAU! Pity that it was not accorded him. He might have visited our institutions, and workhouses, our Exeter Hall, and Chelsea Hospital. He might have spent the shooting season with a lord, or a banker. He might have become popular and subscribed to charities. Pity that these brewers, "these degraded, ruffianly English savages," could not let him alone!

The officers of this man cast lots for the garments of the murdered Hungarian ladies. Respect his white hairs, and treat him with consideration!

When a woman of birth

implored mercy, he made her kneel at his feet in derision. He is a visitor and a gentleman! He has wallowed in the blood of Hungarian and Italian women and children, whose only crime was that their husbands, and brothers, and fathers, and lovers, fought for a freedom something like that which they had heard that Englishmen enjoy.

He is very old and is "come to lay his bones among ye." Suffer him! He is the friend of bankers, and the guest of newspapers! The Morning Chronicle, through its foreign correspondent, who was, however, immediately afterwards discharged, defended the flogging of ten ladies at the drumhead of HAYNAU. They had been so very provoking, these Hungarian ladies! They had cried "shame and murder." They had been satirical on the Austrian "soldiery." Is HAYNAU much worse than the cold-blooded correspondent of the Chronicle, writing from the scene of action? That is the only defence we feel inclined to accord to him.

But

The terror-stricken, filth-bespattered old man, flying with tottering step, took refuge with a WOMAN. A woman gave him refuge! Did she know the history of her blood-stained guest? If she had, she would have loathed but still harboured him; for she was a woman, and merciful. HAYNAU flogged women! He executed women! He lacerated women! He forgot the instincts of his sex and blood. He forgot that a woman had borne him, or that he had felt a tender passion, even in its most degraded form. But he sought refuge, and found it at the hands of a being in the shape he had so well known how to outrage. What a picture!—what a lesson was conveyed last Wednesday! The head of armies ignominiously tripping it before a motley mob, pelted with grains and ordure, seeking a refuge under a bedstead in an obscure house! A man who,

in command of an imperial force, had decimated a nation only a year since, taking to his heels like a mountebank pickpocket, glad if he could have hidden his defiled head in a dry sewer or a cesspool. The fate of more than one Roman Emperor was so terminated; yet none pitied them, save the imaginary “hand unseen” that strewed flowers over the grave of Nero!

The long article in the Times of Saturday needs no comment. It is in large type, of course, and clothed in most respectable English. "The aged officer-the old man in a strange land—the visitor—the cowardly atrocity,"Bah! These are the independent opinions of the "leading journal." Was the flogging of delicate women in public a "cowardly atrocity?" Oh, we are to forget all this, and give our "kindness and attention" to a distinguished stranger. There is a pompous insinuation, that "the five hundred infuriated savages" or body of operatives (you hear how you are styled, Englishmen !) could not have been animated by one instinctive impulse at the name of HAYNAU. They were then set on. Perhaps the operatives had not read the Times, or they might have cheered the hero of the abattoir, on his visit to the brewery. But it appears pretty evidently that it is not so "preposterous" to believe "that a body of operatives so constituted could, each and all, have imbibed, from independent observation, such strong convictions on the subject of the Hungarian war as to have been animated by one instinctive impulse at the name of HAYNAU," &c. As this sentence is Johnsonian in all but sentiment and felicity, we wish Johnson were alive to reply to it. Is all this meant as a shaft against Barclay or against Perkins? Let us leave this diluted pomposity, which endeavours to create a reaction in favour of the Times' opinions at the expense of the "five hundred infuriate

savages," to recur to a letter which bore the signature of "An Old Officer!" We must quote some of this, putting a few words in italics for the benefit of Englishmen who are so complimented. What is the grade, or the regiment, or the club of this officer? We should like merely from curiosity to know. The following is part of a letter addressed by him to the Times-the letter of an Englishman and an officer impeaching his countrymen with cowardice, and sympathising with HAYNAU.

"And now, Sir, a word to the General in the possible event of his again coming into collision with an English mob. I have been in such collision myself, alone, with more than 200 English savages yelling around me, and I can therefore assure the General from experience, that if he had planted himself and his aides-de-camp against the wall of Messrs. Barclay's brewery, and shown a determined front, and taunted his cowardly assailants with their numbers, and singled out any three opponents (one a-piece), he would in all likelihood have been met with a cheer, and been speedily released by the respectable proprietors of the establishment, and he would at least have escaped his ignominious flight, and might have saved the blush with which, as an Englishman, I pen this note, in the hope that it may tend, through your powerful means, to show the transaction in its true light. I enclose my card, and am,

66 'Sir, your obedient servant,

"AN OLD OFFICER.'"*

The absurd contradiction of this is only equalled by its desperate impertinence. "Had he" (Haynau), says the English officer of, or to, his companion, "taunted his cowardly assailants with their numbers, and singled out any three opponents (one a-piece), he would have been met with a cheer." Fancy HAYNAU fighting with a drayman! The assertion of the fact, coupled with the imputation of cowardice, is mere imbecility of reasoning. But the officer blushes!

* I have no hesitation in stating my belief that no such letter was ever written by any English "Officer."

We should think, if he be a real personage, that his nose must blush for his very foolish, unpatriotic old face.

To conclude, the stout draymen of Barclay and Perkins have probably saved England from a stain and a disgrace. The world will not now believe that we have welcomed HAYNAU to our shore. History will receive a hint that the butcher of a noble nation was at least not received by us with unanimous approbation. Neither supineness, nor falsehood can now triumph. The act of Barclay's brewers has brought home to us the deeds of Austria executed by the "scourge of Hungary."

The sense and feeling of Englishmen must now be made manifest, and a decision quickly arrived at. We have no doubt as to the result. Let HAYNAU go elsewhere. Let him try the sympathies of America. No! The sentence which banished him from Austria was indeed severe from an Emperor, for the semblance of whose unworthy sake his crimes were perpetrated. Let a disguise and an alias cover his retreat to the grave, and no stone mark his ending place. Otherwise there is no land that will bear him. He has outraged humanity, and the world denies him shelter !

THE CHANCERY REFORM ASSOCIATION.

CHANCERY INFAMY AND CHANCERY REFORM.

THERE is a body silently growing, if not within the very precincts, still upon the very skirts of our legal strongholds

* Chancery Infamy; or, a Plea for an Anti-Chancery League. By H. W. Weston. Second Edition. London: Effingham Wilson. Chancery Reform. A Lecture. By William Carpenter. Effingham Wilson.