The Sun.
London, England, 1865-01-28 00:00:00

SPAIN.

MADRID, JAN. 27.
The Novedades of to-day publishes a petition ad-
dressed to the tax-payers of Madrid to the Cortes,
protesting against the bill for the anticipatory pay_
ment of the taxes.

Senator Gonzalez has spoken in favour of the re-
cognition of the Kingdom of Italy by Spain.

Funeral Oration by Victor Hugo•

(From the Guernsey Star.)

At the interment of Miss Emily de Putron, which
took place at the Foulon Cemetery on Thursday
last, M. Victor Hugo pronounced the following
oration over the grave :
" Within a few weeks we have been occupied with two
sisters--the one we have married, and now we are burying
the other. Such is the perpetual agitation of life. Let us
bow, my brethren, before inflexible destiny. And let us
bow with hope. Our eyes are made to weep, but they are
also made to see. Our heart is made to suffer, but it is also
made to believe. Faith in another existence springs from
the faculty of loving. Let us not forget that in this unquiet
life, which is consoled by love, it is the heart which believes.
The son hopes to find again his father, the mother will not
consent to lose her child for ever. This revolt against an-
nihilation is the grandeur of man. The heart can never
err. The flesh is a dream which fades away ! This trance,
were it the end of man, would take from our extistence
every sanction ; we cannot content ourselves with this
vapour—which is mere matter—we must have a certainty.
Whoever loves knows and feels that the props of man are
not upon the earth. To love is to live after life. Without
this faith, no deep gift of the heart were possible. To love,
which is the aim of man, would be his punishment. Para-
dise would be a hell. No I—be it declared aloud—the
loving creature demands the immortal creature. The heart
must have a soul. There is a heart in that coffin, and that
heart lives. At this very moment it listens to my words
Emily do Putron was the gentle pride of a respectable
and patriarchal family. Her friends and neighbours
found enchantment in her grace, and pleasure in her
smile. She was like a full-blown flower of joy in
the house. From her birth every tenderness surrounded
her ; she grew up happy, and in receiving happiness she
gave it. She is gone. Whither is she gone ?—into dark-
ness ? No. It is we who are in darkness—she is in the
dawning light. She is iu the light, in the truth, in the
reality, in the recompense. These early dead who have
done no ill are the blessed of the grave, and their heads
rise gently from the tomb towards a mysterious crown.
Emily de Putron is gone to seek on high everlasting
serenity—the complement of an innocent existence. Youth
is gone to eternity, beauty towards the ideal, the pearl
towards the ocean, a spirit towards its God. Go, soul !
The marvel of this great celestial departure, which we call
death, is that those who thus depart still remain near
us. They are in a world of light, but they, as tender
witnesses, hover about our world of darkness. They are
over us and near us. Oh, whoever you may be who have
seen a beloved being sinking into the tomb, do not think
that it has left you. It is always near. It is beside you
more than over. The beauty of death is its presence. In-
expressible presence of a soul which smiles upon our tear-
ful eyes ! The being that we mourn has disappeared but
has not departed. We no longer see its gentle face—but
we feel that we are beneath its wings. The dead are in-
visible, but they are not absent. Let us be just to death.
Let us not be ungrateful to it. It is not, as has been said,
a ruin and a snare. It is an error to think that here, in
this darkness of the open grave, all is lost to us. Here
everything is found again. The grave is a place of res-
titution ; here the soul resumes the infinite ; here it re-
covers its plenitude ; here it re-enters on possession of
all its mysterious nature ; it is set free from the body,
from want, from its burthen, from fatality. Death is
the greatest of liberties : it is also the farthest progress.
Death is a higher step for all who have lived upon the
height. Dazzling and holy ascension ! Every one receives
his increase. Everything is transfigured in the light, and
by the light. He who has been no more than virtuous on
earth becomes beauteous ; he who has only been beauteous
becomes sublime ; he who has only been sublime becomes
good. And now I, who am speaking, why am I here ?
What brings me to this grave ? By what right do I ad-
dress the dead ? Who am I ? Nothing ! But lam wrong
—I am something. lam a proscript. Yesterday exiled by
violence—to-day a voluntary exile. X proscript is a van-
quished, a calumniated, a persecuted man, a man wounded
by fate and disinherited of his country ; a proscript is an
innocent man weighed down by a malediction. His bless-
ing ought to have virtue in it. I bless this grave. I bless
the noble and gracious being that lies there. In
the desert we find the oasis, in exile we meet
with souls. Emily de Patrou has been one of the lovely
souls that we have met with. I come to pay her the debt
owing by a proscript whom she has consoled. I bless her
in the dark profound. In the name of the sorrows whereon
she gently beamed, in the name of the trials of destiny
which for her are ended, but which continue for us, in the
name of terrestrial things which once she hoped for, and of
celestial things which she now obtains, in the name of all she
loved, I bless this lifeless being. I bless her in her beauty,
in her youth, in her innocence, in her life, and in her death;
I bless her in her white sepulchral robe, in her home which
she has left desolate, in her coffin which her mother hse
filled with flowers, and which God is about to fill
stars."
The funeral service was performed, in
Rev. Mr. Nicolle, Wesleyan minister, in the presence of a
large concourse of persons whom the expectation of hear-
ing the eloquent poet had attracted. French, by the

REVIVIFICATION AFTER HANGING. —e sub-
joined incident we had from a friend, whose father
was High Sheriff of Tyrone about forty years ago. A
country lad was hanged at Omagh for sheepstealing, ed
penalty and offence friviently associated at that epoch.
beyond outward
After the prescribed time, the criminal was cut down
and delivered tot is friends for interment. They made
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tleman who, in his official duty,u to the house of a gen-
execution. He recognised, • had superintended the
not being disposed to relieved, and dismissed him,
first, as a physical pursue the matter further. But,
sensations on being inquiry,t asked him to describe his
felt thenoturned off. He replied that he
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bright vermillion colour. An agreeable sensation then
crept through his frame, until ho became insensible.
" But," he added, " I can find no words to express the
agony of gradually returning to consciousness !" Necessity,
or natural bent, or what modern cant would call " his
mission," drove him back to his old trade,.which drove
him again to the gallows, but this time without benefit of
resuscitation.—Didgin University Magazine.

The Dundee Advertiser has been informed that
the late Captain Mitchell, of Baldovie and Balfour, Forfar-
shire, haS left- the sum of £50,000 to the Roman Catholic
Church.
A dinner of 50 covers was given the clay before
yesterday by the Archbishop of Paris to the principal wear!
bore of his clergy.