COUNT CAVOUR.

Colonist, Volume III, Issue 277, 15 June 1860, Page 4

COUNT CAVOUR.

Nothing seems to the Count more precious than time. He indulges himself with no more than four hours' sleep, and has used himself to do without those gratifications and pleasures which are the thieves of time. In the audiences which he grants, he is for a few moments affable, agreeable, and condescending ; . but if his visitor wastes words or wanders from his point, his countenance at once assumes a grave and chilling expression. By his uneasy movements he gives the person to understand that he quite comprehends the matter, and that the business commended to his attention shall not be neglected. On the other hand, if the party promptly takes his leave after a brief compendious statement of what he has to say or to ask for, the Count's face lights up with a sort of graceful recognition. -He allows nobody time for empty compliments. His penetrating look, and the ironical smile that plays about his mouth, have .a damping effect on low bows and courtier-like phrases'..,.'.'.. . Such is Count Oavour's bearing in his cabinet and in the management of his official business. But if one meets him in the. social circle, it is impossible to observe, without a sort of admiration, how the same man whose forehead has been,wrinkled all day long with the cares of the State, gives vent to sallies '.of'the most brilliant humour, and carries himself with all the ease of a complete rnau of the world. .But even on these occasions the natural liveliness and restlessness of his mind betrays itself. He talks for a moment liowwith this person, now with the other, and changes from one language to another, in the .course of the conversation almost as often. Sometimes you hear him speaking Italian,.and, perhaps, in the Pieilmontese dialect; at .other times, French, English, or German, all'which languages, with the exception of German,, he speaks with purity and fluency.: , -. ■• ...•:■ , In the street, aud under the colonnade on the banks of the Po, the .'Premier is usually seen on foot, accompanied rby one of his colleagues !,,or some.''parliamentary;' friend, with whom 'hie sqems .ratherio' be holding '~,discussion, !or taking counsel,on important, concerns, .than to be'engaged in small-talk. His costume, mostly.'.black;:is; very simple, sometimes negligee. Although decorated with many orders, no cross or starV;)s^eye^ f ,to\ be seen; indeed, he may be said, in general, W.display with respect: to titles ; as. marks,of distinction. To see Count.Oavour as he is, he should be; seen in Chamber on the Ministerial bench', especially when he is called upon to break a lance with the opposition. Leaning. backwards and with his eye steadily fixed on iris opponent, he follows his speech, now raid then, throwing in a caustic ejaculation, if the argument of! his ad-, vorsary seems improperly to reflect upon him, accompany ing,', ,] the- bratiou with ah' -ironical smile, '>vhich''nptunfrequently'pV out, and..excites, the. risibility of. the Chamber.'. ;Rarely-does Count Cavour answer the attacks of a single speaker; He waits till all. the Opposition orators • inscribed hay had 'their say i before;rising. to deje}]^ his policy,; andI 'meets all the;objections anCatteicksof tlie^Opn'psitfon id the lump. . . ..

.-., , . , ■-I -r. -in i-i iiitu ' " '" i 7 '""; .' M ".'. Although not an impassioned, nbr< even; a'" very fluent speaker, he commands his audience by the energy of his thoughts, by his wealth of proofs.) and by the rare perspicuity of style, which, changing by turns from the humorous.to the serious, never fails of producing a striking impression. His eloquence never carries away the assembly which he addresses, but wins votes, or, at least, compels the listener to follow him attentively to the end. Gifted with an extraordinary memory, he has often been heard to develope, in a speecli of three or four hours, the most difficult economical and financial questions, and to cite masses of figures and statistics with the utmost accuracy, without having recourse to notes. Count Cavour is a man; of moderate size, but powerful frame, quick and steady in his gait, lively in his conversation, and of a tempej'ament easily excited, nay, even impetuous. The placidity and coolness of a diplomatist ;he , does not possess; but his hot southern blood is under the control of an acute; intellect, and a prudent calculation of, means to cuds. His whole exterior presents a remarkable blending of the aristocratic with the independent citizen; and the amalgam is by no means accidental; it is the expression of, his; inward nature, of all his thinking', and of all !liis aspirations. ' . . Although the Count is still in the vigour of life, he seems resolved to remain a batchelor to the last. Should this be the case, a nephew, who is at present pursuing a diplomatic career, would become heir to his wealth. — Coopers Life of Cavour. . . . Immigration.—There is little to report under this head. The. Cape of Good Hope is well thought of in England at present, but if you want useful people something must be done to give an impetus to emigration to your colony. The New Zealand people are indefatigable, and the moment men or women begin to seek for a good place to go to, they are at once met by most flattering recommendations or inducements to proceed to. that colony. . They, do uot abso» lutely employ " touters" to catch people's luggage as Hotel-keepers do, but the system adopted is not ißsch unlike " touting." Military Ladies.—Fashion in the very highest circles abroad has taken a daring flight, which it-is impossible will ever be adopted by the classes even immediately beneath them. We will give a fact which has reached us. At a diplomatic dinner recently given two Russian ladies appeared in military costumes —no trim Polish bits of piquancy, with, the fur-tipped boots spoken of in "Pickwick," but a real moustache piece of business. The. Countess P wore a red hussar jacket of satin, embroidered with gold, and diamond buttons. The coiffeur was a military cap of black velvet, surmounted by an aigrette. The lower part of tho dress was not a la hussar, but consisted of a black satin skirt, very short, trimmed with, gold, and short military boots. The Princess 0 , who was of the party, wore a dragoon' uniform, green waistcoat, and jacket, with white trimming, buttons of gold, epaulettes of gold, a head-dress with a feather, lighter, but similar to that worn by the dragoon.— Court Journal- ' ' . : Captain Stansbury, the leader of the late surveying expedition to • the regions of the Salt Lake, in his official report to the government, bears testimony to the value of the Sabbath:—"l here beg to record, as the result of my experience, derived not only from the present journey, but from the observation of many years spent in the performance of similar duties, that as a mere matter of pecuniary consideration—apart from all higher obligations—it is wise to keep the Sabbath. Moire work can be obtained from both men and animals by its observance than where the whole seven days are uninterruptedly devoted to labor." . A Bold Mooeish Marauder.—Between seven and eight o'clock this evening, a Moor made his way into the Spanish camp, disguised in the uniform of one of the hussars killed upon the Ist instant. With extraordinary impudence he attempted to take possession of a horse belonging to an artillery officer, although a servant was by it at the time. Without speaking, he was about to mount, when the servant opposed him, inquiring what he wanted. He only replied by an imperious gesture, and the man seeing him persist, strioped to pick up a stone. The Moor seized the opportunity and sprang into the saddle. The moon was shining brightly, and the servant, distinguishing the features of the audacious thief, who probably did not seem much at home in a hussar dress, shouted loudly, "A Moor! a Moor !" Some soldiers fired at him as he rode off, and be fell dead, pierced.by two bullets. Most people like newspapers, but few preserve them ; yet the most interesting reading imaginable is a file of old newspapers. It brings up the very age, with all its bustle and every day affairs, and marts its genius and its spirit more than the most labored description of the historian. Who can take up a paper half a century back without the thought that almost every nanie there printed' is new cut upon a tombstone at the churchyard. Impressions of Leaves.—Dissolve in a saucerful of water about a tea-spoonful of bichromate of potash. Pass the paper to be used' through this solution, and, while wet, press the leaves lightly upon it, and expose it to the sun when it is shining brightly. .When perfectly dry, remove tho leaves, aud a fac-simile will be left in a light lemon shade, while the rest of the paper \yill be of a dark brown.-— The Intermew. . ■ ... .. Results of an Advertisement.-—-E. D. W. Clifford, a young gentleman living at Leavenwortb, Indiana, recently;advertised in the Louisville. Democrat fora wife. He writes to the editor that he is thoroughly convinced of the advantages of advertising. He says he has received, in. answer to the advertisement, 794 letters,. 13 daguerreotype likenesses of ladies, 2 gold finger-rings, 17; locks of hair, one copy of I k Marvel's "Reveries of a Bachelor," one thimble, and two dozen shirt buttons. He ought to be convinced. ; ■• Cockney or Cock-neigh.—-Murohew tells of a citizen's son riding with his father out of London into the country, and being utterly ignorant how corn grew and cattle increased, he asl^ed, when he heard a horse neigh, what be did ? His father answered "the; horse doth neijgh." Riding further, the son heard a cock jrqw, and said,.,"Doth•. the .cock neigh too ?" Hence, to poke fun at him, they called him "Cock-neigh," f , .-.;'

'" Qtfs "Navvies"- ik AffßiOA.—Aninteresting letter/ from a gentleman at the Cape of Good Hope, to the Editor of one of the" London papers< contains the following paragraph.— " Amongst the recent arrivals, we have received several hundreds of " navvies,1' who have come to labor on the railway for Mr Pickering, the contractor. They are a robust, hardy sefc of people, and add a new feature to our already mixed community. If these strangers can be restrained from making too free with the Cape wine, and from other evil ways, their presence and industrious habits may exercise a beneficial influence upon our native population Cape Town Nor. 19th' 1860. We purpose Bending out a few hundred copies of this paper as a gift to Mr. Pickering, for distribution amongst his men, and we cannot but express tlie ;hope that the "navvies" will, by their orderly and sober conduct, do credit to " Old England." Some of Miss Marsh's friends, who, are named in her "English Hearts and English Hands," are probably now ;at Cape Town.- To them we feel We may ■■ appeal and say, "Remember the'good advice given you at Beckenham. Set an ample to your • comrades such as will never cause you to feel ashamed of yourselves should you ever meet-your good friendat the Vicarage again !" May wo also ask the English residents at the Gape, and more especially the missionaries, to take an interest in promoting the welfare of the "navvies?" There is no class of working-men that will more amply repay the philantrbpist for his pains than these "sons of the spade and barrow." Our esteemed friend, Mr. Josiah Hunt,; of Almonsbury, has recently fully proved the truth of this assertion. He erected a little coffee shop close to the railway works, near Bristol, and by supplying good coffee and cocoa, at a low price, secured the grateful, thanks of the men, and drew many of them away from the habits of drunkenness, too generally attending railway work. If any of our friends in Africa desire to know how to do good amongst railway-men, we recommend them to peruse "English Hearts and English Hands," and the equally interesting work by a Young Lady entitled " The Ways of the. line." In case copies of these books have not yet reached Africa, we shall send out by next mail one of each addressed to Mr. Pickering's Manager, to whom any of our friends can apply for the loan of them.— British Workman.

A mother, who had laughed at religion and religions people, was seen restless and miserable on her bed of death. She desired that her children should be called —they came: in broken accents she addressed them; "My children, I have been leading you in the wrong road all your life ; I now find the broad road ends in destruction ; I did not believe it before. 0 ! seek to serve God, and try to find the gate to heaven, though you may never meet, your mother there." Eler lips were olosed for ever, and her spirit departed to ; its account, while the household looked on terror-struck. Mother ! Father ! would you die . thus ? 0, no. Then point to heaven, and lead the way. : A Telling. Dialogue.-—Old Tate_ Wilkinson yielded to the solicitation of friends* and permitted a young lady! to make her debut. She had tlie mortification to be hissed off. The manager rushed before the curtain, addressing the audience with this brief question—" Ladies and gentlemen, don't "you likelier? "No!" was the reply from all parts of the house. " Neither do I," added the eccentric1 manager, and disappeared amidst roars of laughter.

Leigh Hunt says concerning a lock of hair that it is the most delicate and lasting; of .our memorials, and survives us,- like love. It is so light, so. gentle, so esoaping from the idea of death, that, with a lock of hair belonging to a child or friend, we may almost look up to heaven and compare notes with the angelic nature —may almost say, ' I have a piece of thee here, not unworthy of thy being now." At a representation of Mozart's Don Giovanni a young coxcomb hummed so- loud certain airs of the opera as to annoy (all hia neighbors. An amateur who sat beside him, unable to bear it any longer, said aloud. " What a fool!" "Do you mean me ?" said the trouble* some fellow to him. ■ " No, sir, I complain of Mario, who prevents my hearing you."

A young fop who had just begun to shave for a beard stepped into a, barber's shop, and after a grand swagger demanded to be shaved. The barber went through the usual movements and the sprig jumped up with a flourish, exclaiming, " My foin fellow, what is the charge ?" "0, no charge/ replied the barber." "No charge!' How's that?" Why, I'm always thankful when I can get a soft calfskin to sharpen my razor on."

Elliston, the once popular actor.aad manager of the Worcestor theatre, got into trouble one night by keeping the house waiting. Regardless of the hisses and the proper business of his part, he rushed on to the stage and down to the footlights, andwavinghishatoried, "Lord Nelson, King George, and Old England for ever—three times three —hurra !" On which the whole bouse rose and joined in the shout, and recovered their good humour.

The Rale Thing.—ln preparing for a masquerade at Corfu, an officer' of the 51st regiment was zealous in promoting its success, and obtained very grotesque suits for some of hia men to appear in cliaraoterv Private Brooks h.e selected to represent a " kiddy," alike acquainted with the turf and the prize-ring, and dressed him in aNew market cut away, drab breeches yellow top-boots, and spurs, a bad hat, with a black band; a short ; whip, a black eye, and a bull-dog. "But," said the captain, doubtfully "can you act tbe black-guard, , Brooks ?" " Why, zur," replied the private, with a Hodge like smile, "to tell 'cc the truth, .zur, I can do the rale thing." An Alternative.—A girl, proud of her father's wealth, and shrewdly counting up the measure of its powerj declared once to Jerrold that she had made up her mind to- marry a lord.- But time wore on, and still no lord madeieven a nibble at the hook baited with bank notes. The girl ■ began to feel uervous : and still Time's hour-glass dribbled,, in no way indpeded by the poor girl's rapid progress towards thirty.,. At last, the soured.woman becamoireiigjous. ~;.'• Ah," said Jerrold, ".as the lord would not come to her. she has gone to the Lord." ■•;; ;■.■ ■ ; y

Napoleon TlL—Thd Emperor of tlie French is b'ecbmiiig popular once more on this side of the channel. He" has endured a good deal of abuse from a large portion of the British press during'the last two years; but the tide has .turned, and we find Ins praises now souuded in quarters from which, until recently, proceeded nothing but execrations. Whether this is owing to the ■ <: i great rag question," or to the annexation oCSavoy to his.dominions, or to the anticipated beuefits of the commercial treaty, we leave to others to determine. We gimply note

, the.change as one of the^coyelties of tho day* As we have never been able to agree with his .tbick and thin assailants, we are equally re-^ moved" from his fulsome eulogists," albeit' we believe that the Emperor of tbe French i 8 neither a better nor a worse mair now than ho was before this sudden change of opinion camt over! some of our contemporaries. A flaming panegyric in an influential journal commences tbus:—." The world has had no greater proof of the vast power gained by the French Emperor over his countrymen than the treaty which he has been enabled to conclude with the Queen of England. The ascendancy which Louis Napoleon has acquired in Europe enables him to deal boldly with the question. The bugbear of his piedecessors has always beea the-fear of being thought to truckle to England. This fear Napoleon thinks he can despise. He has conducted two great wars, aud commanded iv the most bloody campaign since Leipsic. He has established himself in men?s opinions as the arbiter of Continental Europe•: he has succeeded to nluch of the authority;, which .was formerly exercised by Russia, and to much which formerly belonged to England." Tho^e who remeniber the ■.contemptuous terms in which this " arbiter of Europe. waa referred to in the columns from whidh we'take this passage, in daj^ not very remote, will smile at the versatility of^^ journalists.— European Times. ■-...