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and dragged up before what appeared to him an executiol.-
party of twenty men with muskets and bayonets, and a
grave ready dug to bury him in. Apologizing for the rude-
ness of the men, I pointed to the coffin, and begged him to
perform the funeral ceremony. Was the defunct a tri—
Catholic ?' asked the Priest with earnest-es7,s_‘ 6h yes, `'very good Catholic'—' Si, ,
murcd the men, who 7.-ere beginning to tet ,itiPaAftkilt:, and
the priest satisfied by these testittiOnial ot fhe orthodoxy
of the deceased,
"n"e""a his
over in a crack, LaT,:-
'work in earnest, and had it
black silk nixrb down his beaver, he put on a
4
--cap to protect him from the damp—' Pater-
nc)sl?". , mumble jumble—Are IVlaria, ditto, ditto—etcetera,
etcetera, Amen'—three signs of the cross, a handful of dust,
and the man was buried. For this piece of service I paid
the old priest a peseta and a half for himself, and one for
each of the grave-diggers.
" The inactivity of the army, the severity of the weather,
and the sickness that prevailed in all ranks of the Legion,
excited the most gloomy forebodings. The men were dying
by hundreds, the oflictrs dropping. off like lef,y,:z., ird•Al
tree, and the whole opt curs appearzJ t 6 be On the point
of fallin nieces and dyincr a inalliral death. The corn-
pny to which I laelor*.d When it first landed at San Se-
l4ashan was abo\A4 it hundred strong on parade ; six weeks
after
iits M-f-IV,II at Vitoria, the utmost that it could muster
tileen files, or thirty men. The regiment in like
Manner, which originally was between seven and eight
hundred strong, dwindled down in the space of two months
after the fever broke out, to not more than four hundred.
All the other regiments, with the exception of , the Irish,
were cut up in like manner, and two of them, the 2(1
English and the sth Scotch, were so nearly annihilated
that they were broken up, and the miserable residue drafted
into other regiments. The Irish Brigade, on the contrary)
suffered little or nothing from disease, although it wds not
better off for provisions or quarters than thtt rest of the
force, and the 7th, 9th, and 10th, to the very last retained
their superiority in numbers without re.'eiving a single re-
r_.ruit from the disbanded regimens. Had the whole of the
Legion been composed of Irish, instead of losing nearly a
thousand men at we might not have lost a hundred.
In spite of all t'neir hardships, the severity of the winter,
the badnea; of rations, the total want of pay, the Irish
lived; Throve, and grew fat, as if in the midst of clover—
:itch are the advantages of misery and starvation at home
Of this little work it is unnecessary to say more than
that it is interestingly written, and does equal credit to
the abilities, the candour, and the humanity of its
author. We should have extracted his account of the
batte of San Sebastian had, it not already appeared in
our columns under the bead" Foreign Correspondence.'

THE MAGAZINES.

THE MONTHLY.

The article on " Russia," which stands at the head
of this Number, has for its object to show that this
semi-barbarous Power can never become so formidable
as to inspire the European Cabinets with just appre-
hension----a position which the writer maintains with
' considerable ingenuity, though his arguments are at
best sophistical. The " Baronet's Daughter" is a
tall which c@ntains one or two striking scenes ; the
death of Sir Robert Aylmer, in particular, is full of
touches of the truest pathos. " Oxford by Day and
Night" is a lively satire, not devoid of poetic fancy.
" Letters from a Continental Tourist," are penned in
a graphic spirit, and with a disposition, on the part of
the writer, to be pleased with every thing he sees or
hears ; but he might have spared his descriptions of
Lausanne and Geneva, for what more can be said of
either of these places, that has not been said a hundred
times already ? We quote the following little epigram :
" Maria's like a clock, they say ;
Unconscious of her beauty,
She regulates the live-long day
Exact in every duty.
If this be true, with self-command,
Such well-directed powers,
Oh, may her little minute hand
Become a hand of hours !"

THE PARTERRE.
A very neat, well-digested little miscellany, embel-
lished with two or three wood-cuts, illustrative of an
original prose tale from the pen of Mr. Miller.

THE LONDON AND EDINBURGH PHIL O

SOPHICAL MAGAZINE.
As a monthly organ of science, this Magazine,
though it may have competitors, has no rival. The
present Number is full of interest to the philosopher,
while it also contains much matter calculated to in-
struct and entertain the general reader. The ".Proceed-
ings of Learned Societies," which are always given in
considerable detail in this Journal, and the " Miscel-
laneous Articles " are attractive, both to the learned
and to those -who think it discreditable not to know
something of what is going on in the scientific world.