afterwards he was pierced with a shower of bullets, and his small band totally dispersed. Colonel Baiges also made an invasion, but was obliged to retreat such has also been the case with Gurrea. Of the operations of Milans and Grases, nothing positive is known; but we nay venture to assert that from the spirit which reigns in Catalonia and Arragon, invasions are much more likely to be attended with success in those places than in the province of Navarre. The disaster which happened to Mina and Valdes will be a subject of no wonder to those who have been at the pains of perusing this sketch of the event; the wonder would indeed have been, if things had turned out otherwise. A close investigation of facts will convince any one that if the constitutionalists, instead of frittering away their slender powers in petty attempts and foolish quarrels, had mustered up all their forces, and under the command of Mina marched into Spain two thousand strong, the strength supposed to be scattered along the frontiers, they would have determined the undecided to join them, and opened the way to success. With regard to different other points in the Peninsula, no event of importance has hitherto taken place. The progress of General Torrijos is involved in mystery; sometimes he is represented as a solitary and helpless fugitive, and at others as having made a successful descent on the southern coast of Spain. As he is totally bereaved of resources, the probability is that he has met yet with nothing but disappointment. In Galicia the fire of the revolution has emitted some sparks. The curate of Valdeorras and Rodriguez, called Bordas, have organized guerrillas, which for some time excited deep anxiety among the constituted authorities. But the forces of those chiefs were not sufficiently strong to cope against the enemy opposed to them. Many of the party have been killed, others executed, and the rest dispersed. The leaders and principal men have escaped, and will yet reappear in the field, when it is least expected. The long time, which forlorn as they are, has passed without their being taken, is a strong evidence that they have protection in the territory. Much is expected from Catalonia. The spirit of that province is liberal, and the atrocities of Count d'Espagna will add the stimulus of revenge to the desire of freedom. The entrance of winter will probably retard the operations of the constitutionalists. The Junta has been dissolved, but another with a more authoritative character will be named in its place. Meantime, as if the poor refugees had not trials and difficulties enough to encounter, the liberal French government has given peremptory orders for their dispersion, and they are ordered into Bourges and other places in the interior. It is somewhat singular, forsooth, that France should now show such conscientious scruples-France! that blushed not in 1823 not merely to aid and abet the serviles, but even carry on a most atrocious and unjustifiable invasion against all the laws of justice and the rights of nations. By what strange fatality is it, that unfortunate Spain is ever doomed to suffer from the government of her neighbor France, whether this government be imperial or republican, ultra-royalist or liberal? But the radical impediment to the political regeneration of Spain is, we trust, forever removed. France is no longer under the dominion of a family reared in secret hatred of freedom, and ready to support the views of despotism in the Peninsula. The fatal counsellors of Ferdinand are thrown entirely on their sole resources and strength. Those resources and that strength must at last be exhausted. A shuffling, discreditable, and pernicious system of finance, cannot be continued forever; even the most blind, the most inveterate of dupes, must ultimately open his eyes to the picture of his own ruin. The Spaniards have now no cause of alarm from the anticipation of membered that the baneful results foreign interference. The govern- of such weak, cruel policy, will ulments of Europe have business timately rebound against France enough to mind at home, without itself. The policy which England taking upon themselves the task of will adopt in the progress of the meddling with the affairs of other momentous events that absorb the nations. The first interests of attention of Europe, is not difficult France are connected with the dis- to be seen. We will not interfere semination of liberal principles in the debates at issue on the conthroughout Europe. Let this truth tinent. be deeply impressed on the minds of those who hold the reins of government. Should a foolish confidence in its own power, or the adoption of half-measures, founded on fallacious and fatal theories, induce the French ministry to show hostility towards their brother-liberals of the Peninsula, let it be re This has, hitherto, been the general opinion; an opinion greatly strengthened and confirmed since the change which has lately taken place in our administration. The sympathy of the English public is strongly engaged in favor of the liberty of the Spaniards, and from the government the patriots have nothing to apprehend, [We find in "Friendship's Offering" for 1831, a patriotic effusion from the pen of Mr. Tho mas Pringle, which will not be out of place in connexion with this article. Mr. P., it may not be amiss te state, was once the conductor of a liberal and talented publication in Southern Africa. He is a man of a free and generous spirit, and appears absolutely incapable of suppressing the indignant emotions which he feels towards cruelty or baseness. His poetry flows like the natural language of a heart gushing up and over with the healthy sensibilities of humanity. He can neither crouch nor fawn; he will neither be a willing satellite nor a passive slave. Of course he was ill adapted to conciliate the wantonness of colonial despotism, and was marked as the victim of a "brief authority," and compelled to abandon the colony. But his ardent enthusiasm in the cause of freedom has not been quenched, as the following spirited lines will testify.] feeling that so peculiarly graces the feminine character, is there called forth; while the native strength of mind that had hitherto slumbered in inactivity, is roused to its fullest energy. With noiseless step she moves about the chamber of the invalid; her listening ear, ever ready to catch the slightest murmur; her quick, kind giance, to interpret the unuttered wish, and supply the halfformed want. She smooths with careful hand the uneasy pillow which supports the aching head, or with cool hand soothes the fevered brow, or proffers to the glaze ed and parching lip the grateful draught; happy if she meet one kind glance in payment for her labor of love. Hers is the lowwhispered voice that breathes of life and hope-of health in store for happy days to come; or tells of better and of heavenly rest, where neither sorrow nor disease can come--where the dark power of death no more shall have dominion over the frail, suffering, perishable clay. Through the dim, silent watches of the night, when all around are hushed in sleep, it is hers to keep lone vigils, and to hold communion with her God, and silently lift up her heart in fervent prayer, for the prolongment of a life for which she cheerfully would sacrifice her own. And even when exhausted nature sinks to brief repose, forgetfulness is denied. Even in sleep she seems awake to this one great object of her care. She starts and rises from her slumbers, raises her drooping head, watches with dreamy eyes the face she loves, then sinks again to rest, to start with every chime of clock, or distant sound, that formerly had passed unheard, or only served as lullaby to her sweet sleep. How lovely does the wife, the mother, the sister, or the friend become to the eye of grateful affection, while administering ease, comfort-nay, almost life itself, to the husband, the son, the brother, or the friend! Amid the glittering throng of Pleasure's vain and thoughtless votaries-sparkling with gems and silken robes, elated by the homage addressed to her charms, and fully conscious of her power in exciting the admiration of the crowd-woman may indeed attract the attention, dazzle the eye, and fascinate the mind of the gazer; but behold her in the quiet performance of her household duties, surrounded by her happy train of infants; or hovering about the sick bed of a beloved partner; and admiration changes to love. We are fascinated, attracted by beauty, grace, and wit; but we love the display of tender, generous, self-devoted friendship that the latter case exhibits. Such were the reflections that presented themselves to the mind of Arthur Digby, as he regarded with feelings of absorbing interest the animated countenance of a lovely and very elegantly-dressed woman, who had taken her seat at the harp that occupied a distant recess of the superb drawing-room, in which were assembled the leading-stars of science and literature. Arthur Digby had seen that countenance before; but he now gazed upon it with different feelings to those which had formerly occupied his mind. His reverie was dispelled by the sound of a familiar voice; and, with a sort of surprise, he turned to reply to the greeting of his friend, Hugh Annesley, who seemed disposed to rally Arthur on his grave humor. "You seem to be deeply engaged in watching the movements of that lovely vocalist, Arthur," observed Annesley, who had detected the object that engrossed the attention of the young student. But the words of the gay barrister fell unheard and unheeded on the ear of Arthur Digby. "What, silent still? Nay, Arthur, but I shall begin to fear your insensible heart has at last been touched. Be guarded, my friend," he added, lowering his voice; "that lady's affections are not at her own disposal." to the fever, in its most aggravated form, that awakened all my sympathies. From the first moment that I looked upon the sharpened feaÁ deep blush dyed the cheeks of tures and ghastly countenance of Arthur Digby, as he hastily re- the poor sufferer, as she lay plied, "You need not fear for me, stretched on her bed in a state of Annesley-I am aware of the cir- death-like insensibility, I felt concumstance." A pause of some mi- vinced that the fiat had gone forth nutes ensued, which was employed a warrant from which there was by the barrister in watching the no reprieve; her hours were alreavarying expression of his compan- dy numbered. She was apparently ion's face."If the countenance unconscious of my approach: I be a faithful index to the mind, sometimes hope she was also unyour thoughts must be of a melan- conscious of her own physical sufcholy cast.' fering, which would have been greatly augmented had she been left the power of reflecting upon its horrors. The image of this poor unfortunate haunted me incessantly; and, though fully aware that to enter her chamber-which was, in truth, the centre and focus of infection-was fraught with certain danger, I could not resist the feeling that prompted me to renew my visits. "It is true, my friend. The sight of that woman-I had almost forgotten common-sense, and said, that angel-recalled to my mind a very different scene, in which she was a principal actor. Not in scenes of gaiety and splendor like this did I first behold her. It is now nearly four months ago that I was summoned, in the unavoidable absence of my friend, Dr. B., to attend a family, in a neighboring square, which had been attacked with a fever of so malignant a character that it threatened imminent peril to any one bold enough to venture within the region of infection. Adversity is said to be the touchstone of friendship. The infected dwelling was abandoned by many of those who might have proved useful by a thousand little acts of kindness and attention, and the invalids were left to the mercy of strangers and hirelings. One by one, the members of that devoted household sank beneath the blasting breath of disease, scarcely less terrible than the plague. "I shall never forget the effect produced on my mind on my first visit. With difficulty I mastered the feeling of anguish with which I turned from contemplating the delirious agonies of an apparently dying father, to administer relief to three of his suffering children successively. But it was the patient, uncomplaining sufferings of a meek girl that had fallen an early victim "I had hitherto seen no one but the nurse; and it was with some surprise I beheld, on entering the chamber of my patient, a lovely woman, elegantly but simply attired, leaning over the pillow of the poor invalid; with soothing gentleness endeavoring to arouse her from the death-like stupor that pervaded her frame, that she might administer the medicine which had been prescribed. There was a tenderness and sweetness in her voice and look that seemed for a moment to fix the wandering thoughts of her patient, and recall her to a sense of her own condition. She spoke not -could not speak but her languid eye faintly smiled in thankfulness on her nurse. "The next time I beheld that noble-minded woman, she was kneeling beside the death-bed of the sufferer, with eyes raised in tearful earnestness towards that heaven whose invisible portals she prayed might be unclosed to admit the departing spirit, hovering on the brink of the ocean of eternity, Death was in the ghastly face of the dying Anna, as her head sank on the bosom of her devoted nurse. Painfully conscious that every breath respired by the invalid was obnoxious to the safety of her friend, I entreated that she would allow me to uphold the drooping head of the expiring girl on my arm; but she gently repulsed me, saying she felt no apprehension of infection.'The mother of this dear child,' she added, while her fine expressive eyes were filled with tears, was my earliest and most beloved friend. I received her last breath, and to my care she commended her motherless children. When the freed spirit of her poor Anna shall meet her mother in the realms of light-if, indeed, it be permitted for the mother and child to meet-she will bear witness that I have faithfully performed her last request.' The dim eye of the dying Anna was for an instant lifted to the speaker's face-her pale, quivering lips essayed to speak-a faint smile-a nervous pressure of the hand, that was grasped with silent agony by her brother-was all that passed. The damp, cold hand relaxed its holdthe transient gleam of light faded from the glazed and failing eyethe lip became fixed in the motion less rigidity of death-the labored bosom ceased to heave-the sudden stillness that ensued told that the sufferer was at rest from every earthly ill. It is impossible to look on death even in its mildest form without feeling an awe steal over the mind and senses. Never did a death-bed scene awaken more painful emotion than that which I then witnessed; and I turned from the chamber of death with a full and bursting heart. I never saw that devoted friend from that time, nor, till this very evening, could I even learn her name. I now behold her the centre of attraction, the idol of the circle in which she moves. And she-the wealthy, the talented, the lovely, happy wife-could voluntarily quit her home of luxury and wedded peace, to become an inmate of the roof where disease and death walked hand in hand-to watch beside the bed of death, and soothe the dying agonies of the child of her friend, even at the risk of her own life! Brilliant and lovely as she now appears, she looks not more beautiful in my eyes than when I last beheld her-a ministering angel, passing the spirit to its eternal home! "To win man's love, woman should be thus seen, and thus remembered!" THE DEMON SHIP-THE PIRATE OF THE MEDITERRANEAN. Ir has of late been much the fashion with writers of celebrity to choose Pirates for their heroes, insomuch that many of our youth, especially of the female sex, attach an idea of romantic grandeur to the very word pirate; and I once knew a young lady who, during a sail up the Mediterranean, was kept in a state of delirious excitement by the expectation, I mean the hope, of our all being eventually captured by a Greek corsair. Not one, however, of these fascinating marauders made his appearance, and we were doomed, in visitation, I suppose, for our sins, to have an unmolested pas |
