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THE WANT OF SYMPATHY BETWEEN CLASSES. On Tuesday Lord Aberdeen gave in his resignation, on Wednesday Lord Derby is summoned to the presence of the Queen, Thursday is spent in beating up for recruits, Friday is passed by Lord Lansdowne in a succession of similar efforts, and Saturday finds him toiling in the same task. As in the Iliad, each chief has his day of exploits, and, as in the Iliad, each retires to his tent at the end of the day, wearied and disheartened. How long is this to last ? Every factious speech, every partisan taunt which has been lately heard, has always concluded with an ex- hortation to unity, mutual forbearance, and patriotic disre- gard of everything except the public interest. But day after day steals on, and no Curticus can be found to leap into the gulf that widens and widens before our feet, and threatens to swallow up all for which it is worth our while to live—all for which a brave and good man should be ready to offer up ease, pride, position, precedence, party connexion, and even life itself. We see in these protracted and abortive negotiations- this unceasing conflict of petty selfishness in the midst of vast national calamities-only another instance of the la- mentable watt of sympathy which, notwithstanding our Reform Bills and other advances in the popular direction, still exists between the governed and the governing classes. In these days, just as in the days when General Conway told Geo. III. that he could do nothing without consulting the Cavendishes, the Government of this country is the affair of a few aristocratical families. Instead of assisting, their paucity of numbers actually impedes the process of arriving at a conclusion, by introducing into public affairs all the narrowness of petty intrigue, and giving free scope to selfishness and personal rivalry. While viewing the greatest public disasters with the tremendous calmness of Patrician apathy, our noble and right honourable rulers feel with the utmost actitenes3 every revolution of the game of outs and ins, and squander their talents, their energies, and their interests in small intrigues and miserable party combinations. The first glance at our columns, on thou. sands of breakfast tables this morning, will bo, not at the portion which tells of the latest intelligence from the Crimea, but at that which informs the town what noble lord was last honoured by an intarview with her Majesty, and what right hon. gentleman was favoured with a visit from a nobleman bearing with him some rays of the splen- dour which emanates from the presence of Royalty. Yet there is that passing now in the Crimea which might fix the attention of the most volatile and frivolous, and command the exclusive sympathy of the vainest and most selfish of mankind. Do those meteors of the politi- cal horizon who shoot in their warm and easy carriages from the library of one political oracle to another, spare a thought for those for whom their utmost speed would come too slow, their promptest relief too cold and too late ? Yes, they do think of them, but it is only so far as their mise- rable state may influence the possibility of enlisting the services of some Parliamentary notability in the formation of a Government. II If such a one had kept out of that Crimean scrape he would have done well for such an office; but, of course, it would not do now, you know." This is, no doubt, one view of the Crimean campaign; but, alas! It is not the only one. Let these cold and heartless rea- soners, these acute speculators on the exact degree in which our misery and our disgrace have prejudictd the prospects of this party, or injured the hopes of that indi- vidual, reflect on that misery and that disgrace itself. On a range of bleak cliffs, overlooking the black waters of the Euxine, are encamped the last remains of what was once the noblest and most gallant army whose deeds ever adorned the page of history. Sharp misery has worn them to the hone. They have lost all the bravery and flaunting outside f war; they are ragged, shoeless, besmeared with mud, infested by vermin, and tortured by scorbutic diseases. from the loth of September till now their life has been one long, troubled, miserable dreatn,-battle, and famine, and rotting wet, and icy cold, increasing labour, and di- minishing strength, viewing day by day their comrades falling beside them, and awaiting the only too certainly approaching period when they shall join their brave com- panions in the grave, and escape by that dark portal through which all human misery must pass and end at last. Yet among these men there is no shrinking, no holding back, no self-seeking, no despairing; they are Penetrating now, as ever, with an ineffaceable certainty of success, and the hqpe of treading on the ashes of Sebas- topol only parts from them with parting life. But their aristocratic General and his equally aristocratic Staff view this scene of wreck and destruction with gentlemanlike tranquillity. Indeed, until stung into something like activity by the reflections of the press, the personage on whom the highest responsibility for this situation devolves had hardly condescended to make himself even superficially acquainted with its horrors. The aristocracy are trifling "Ith the safety of the army in the Crimea just as here they are dawdling over that periodical luxury, the formation of a Government. Hitherto it has been their exclusive Privilege to do these things. We are a nation of tuf'- hunters, and are well used to see public trust and em- ployment converted from a national concern into the appanage of a few great families. Let it by all means continue so; but, in order that it may continue so, let those to whom birth and rank have conceded the privilege of mismanaging human affairs on a larger scale and with more fatal results than is granted to other men at least spare us the indecent spectacle of a nation the most Powerful and most civiiized in the world waiting, in the Tery crisis of its fate, for a Government, till it shall please a few great families in the fulness of time to bestow one npon it.- Times.

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