1822.] 
Se nuestran, volemos 
Volemos, soldados 
i Los veis aterrados 
Ni prente baxar ? 
Volemos, que el libre 
Por siempre ha sabido 
Del siervo vendido 
La audacia humellar.—Soldados, Sc. 
They reached Cordoba;—there were 
only 300 left, and were received in me- 
Jancholy silence by the inhabitants, 
who only saw so many victims marked 
out for certain signal sacrifice. They 
sought again the hilly parts of the pro- 
vince. The days were dark and rainy ; 
the roads almost impassable; the enemy 
always at hand. A little band, too 
few for mutual defence, and unavailing, 
of course, for attack,—a little band 
reached Bienvenida; and one of its 
commanders, Evaresto de San Migues, 
speaks of its dispersion in the following 
affecting terms :— 
“Our remaining united now served 
only to expose us to the irresistible at- 
tacks of theenemy. Wehad no breath- 
ing time—we had no repose. We were 
driven to the hard necessity of separa- 
ting, and this was determined on at a 
council of all the officers who were left. 
Tender and sad was this parting! We 
had made costly sacrifices to our coun- 
try—our only reward was then the 
prospect of passing the rest of our days 
in exile !”’ 
But the progress of the revolution in 
the rest of Spain is well known to you. 
Province afier province threw off the 
yoke. The troops sent against Quiroga 
proclaimed the Constitution, and de- 
manded to be united to those of the 
Isla. to combat for the holy cause. Ma- 
drid was in commotion—the king’s 
life was threatened: he, before whom 
millions had bowed in abject servility, 
was left without one faithful counsellor, 
or one devoied friend. Such is the 
fate of despots, when the mists of delu- 
sion and of falsehood are blown away 
by the presence of truth and honesty! 
How id the patriots punish the ty- 
ranny and perfidy of the king—the in- 
justice and the cruelty of his agents? 
Hundreds came forth from damp and 
dismal dungeons, from long and mourn- 
_ful exile, to which they had been most 
unjustly condemned ; and how did they 
treat their oppressors? They forgave 
—once and again—they forgave! If 
their generous charity should be re- 
warded, as it is feared it is about to be 
rewarded, by new acts of perfidy on the 
part of the monarch and the reptiles 
that surround him, who can answer for 
human endurance? Not I! 
_The despotism of Ferdinand VII. 
Riego—Porlier—Quiroga. 
*)] 
Look—the enemy— 
Steady as arock 
To the battle’s shock,— 
Look—they faint—they fly. 
Can aservile crew, 
Bought by tyrants’ gold, 
E’er withstand the bold, 
Freedom led—as you.—Soldiers, §c. 
was untempered by any thing which 
could make it tolerable; it had no 
splendor like that of Napoleon; it had 
no external influence like that of Alex- 
ander; it had no national pride in it 
like that of Charles III. ; it was naked 
and unadorned; it had the clamorous 
impotence of decrepity, and the silly 
waywardness of childhood; it com- 
manded no respect; it conciliated no 
affections. 
I knew PorLIER. His death might 
serve as a model for a dying patriot ;- 
it was solemn—it was noble—it was _ 
worthy of the worthiest! Every thing 
which cruelty could invent to aggravate 
—every thing which malignity could 
imagine to degrade, accompanied his 
execution. His remains were buried on 
the sea-shore, and ona day wheu the 
roar of the waves, and the chorus of the 
winds, were most magnificent. I wan- 
dered along the sands to visit “ the 
place of his yest.” Poor triumph of. 
baffled hatred—Could Porlier have de- 
sired a sublimer sepulchre? Nor were 
my thoughts unaffected by the awful 
and well-suited inscription over the 
gate of the cemetery before which I had 
just passed : 
‘¢ El termino de la vida es lo que veis !— 
“ El dela muerte sera segun obreis.” 
QuIROGA has a martial air; he is in ~ 
the prime of life; somewhat above the 
middle stature, with a pleasing, some- 
times even fascinating, expression of 
countenance. But I shall secure my 
sketch from severe criticism—you will 
judge of him yourself, for he is about 
to visit England. He was, as you 
know, the commander-in-chief of the 
liberating army. Neither he, nor any 
of his compeers had obtained any con- 
siderable distinctions, nor had been 
much known before the great events of 
the Isla de Leon.- It is a strange fact 
that those who had failed in various 
attempts to rescue Spain, were most of 
them men of signal reputation; Mina, 
whose whole public life is one of chi- 
valry; Porlier; Abisbal; Lacy; while 
those who succeeded in the perilous en- 
terprize were men, till then, obscure 
and unnoticed. Argo Aguéro’s talents, 
as an officer of engineers, were distin- 
guished. Lopez Bano, and, indeed, 
all the rest, had served bravely and 
honourably in the Peninsular war. 
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