The Express.
London, England, 1868-10-12 00:00:00

Till CONDUCT OF TIDE CROWD.

The mold noticeable thing about the crowd in the streets
was the quietness, order, and regularity of its proceedings,
and the absence of all rough humour or horse play, such
as it is the habit of English crowds to indulge in when
they are long kept waiting for any spectacle. There ap-
peared to be no " chaff," there was certainly no bonnet-
ing, no jostling, no rushing about in groups or lines to the
annoyance and irritation of men, and the alarm and distress
of women. The behaviour of the people yesterday
through the long hours of waiting was of a piece with
their conduct all through the revolution—quiet, orderly,
and discreet to an extreme. Yet it was not a dull crowd.
There was plenty of lively and animated conversation;
many a hearty congratulation, many a lively jest ware
exchanged among its members; and all countenances
wore the bright cheerful look of hope and expectation,
instead of the dull, sad gaze of doubt, suspicion, and
alarm which they wore when I first came to Madrid.

In the crowd we catch sight oddly enough of

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An unspeakable relief in the midst of their jarring
cherivari was that most sympathetic of all popular airs,
the " Nfarseillaise," and one or two of the songs
sung by the Italian Opera company which has
here gone mad with democracy, and which has
been foremost in all patriotic displays for this last week.
There was a chorus from the old opera Donna Caritas,
which was dignified into a national hymn at the time of
the ilillitriettiOb of Central Italy in 1831, and which was
oddly enough revived by Tamberlik, the master of these
revels, whose portly person was so conspicuous as he rolled
and rollicked atthe head of his troupe, and whose deep and
mellow voice was heard bellowing above the choir and
above the shrill trumpet-blast of the stirring accompani-
ment.

It was only when it seemed that nothing but
artillery could have opened a breach into the mass
of people that the head of the procession came
up. It was enough to make a man discredit the
theory of tho impenetrability of bodies, for an
avenue was actually broken open in that dense
motley array.
Prim's progress was at the rate of loss than a
mile an hour. The following is a glimpse of him .

Prim, on a chestnut horse, with rich scarlet harness—a
small, hardy-looking man, with a bright keen glance, sitting
low in his saddle, bowing right and left in acknowledgment

of the rapturous greetings of the people—not out-
wardly too much elated, but his face flushed and his eyes
dashing with justifiable pride and satisfaction. On his
bridle hand rides Serrano, Duo de la Torre, in full mili-
tary uniform—proud, sedate, and soldierly ; and behind
and before are • numerous staff, whose utmost seer.
tics are requited to keep the people from crowding
round Prim's horse, and hopelessly impeding his
progress. Now and then that impetuous little
hero seems disposed to ride forward among the
crowd, which is so dense in front that women are scream-
ing, and children in arms have to bo handed into tho win-
dows of the houses ; but his friends judge better than he
does what would be tho conannence of such a movement,
and he is held back now by one and now by another, until
those whose duty it is to do so have cleated • passage
for blip. Wreaths are showered upon him from every
balcony ; impulsive ladies waste good cambric by drop.
ping it among the crowd; and men and women alike are
shouting till they are hoarse.

The Times correspondent pictures Print at the
close of the day eliciting a thunder of applause by
embracing Marshal Serrano on the balcony:
Prim's last ride for the day was only across the square
to the hotel. On the staircase and landing he received the
embraces of his friends, and stood up among them, show-
ing himself once more at the balcony, not iu tho least dis-
trusted by the laboarious ordeal he had gone through ;
beaming with joy and triumph, yet cool and collected ;
with the ante dark and somewhat earthy complexion, not
in the least flushed; the same broad face, high cheekbones,
and deep eyes; the same any urbanity and cordiality, sad
that same evenness of temper which eminently qualifies
him for the control of himself and others.
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Prim's head-quarters are at the Hael de Paris.
After he had spoken to the crowd from the window,
the following incident occurred :

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Some more or two of persons not immediately oonnected
with the staff of the general had saxnapanied him
into the drawing-room and, after his return from
the balcony, several ladies and gentlemen wore pro-
mpted to him and shook him by the hand, or endirsoed
him in the continental fashion. Among them were
about • dozen English, including a charming little girl,
just blooming into her teens, ono of those graceful
little maidens who combine the modesty of the
daisy with the beauty of the rose. She, among
others, was presented to Prim, and while the gal-
lant general gazed, half kindly, ball admiringly, into
her fair young face, some one suggested that ha amid
embrace her. For a moment the hero appeared to doubt
the propriety of such a step. A slight blush warmed his
bronzed cheek and forehead, but, immediately recovering
himself, he stooped gracefully forward and impressed •
light kiss on her smooth white brow. We were all • good
deal excited at the moment, and the hurrah which greeted
this act of amiable courtesy rather startled the Spaniards
and Italians who were in the room.