The Sun.
London, England, 1832-11-26 00:00:00

MADRID,

(From the Gaceta Eatraordinaria de Madrid, Nov. lb.)
Tbe Queen, our Sovereign, in accordance with the so-
vereign will of ber august spouse, has deigned to forward
to the Secretary of the Foreign Department the following
Decree:—

" Since the King, my beloved husband, by his Decree
of the 6th of October of this year, has called me to take a
put in the Government of the Monarchy, in order to be
relieved by my co-operation in the despatch of public
affairs, and lest his health, already impaired, should be
totally destroyed, I determined on accepting the duties
imposed upon me, on the one hand, by that mark of confi-
dence, on the other by the ties which connect me to his
sacred person, and the welfare of my daughters, but, above
all, by the advantages that will result for the nation from
the Government proceeding with his Majesty towards
its prosperity and grandeur, guided by the same hand
which succeeded in extricating it from the abyss of torpor
and abandonment into which the evil genius, party spirit,
and ignorance had plunged it. From that moment, I
repeat, I did not cease labouring, day and night, to accom-
plish that desirable object, in the attainment of which I
had to direct my course through the difficult and rugged
path hid before me by impartiality, justice, and the
profound affection for a people to whom I glory
to belong, although not bola on its soil. Yes,
Spaniards, lam your countrywoman—l am a Spaniard
by origin, choice, and affection. However great may be
the obstacles I shall have to encounter, they will not pre-
vent your Queen leading you to the height of prosperity
and happiness ! My soul is not seduced by those expres-
sions, nor the desire of recompence, or even gratitude.
No, certainly. My love for the Spaniards is totally disin-
terested ; it proceeds from the virtue and the heroic piety
with which they prostrated themselves before the throne
of the Almighty to implore its divine protection over the
life of the King, the beloved father of my daughter. Yes,
it was the magnanimous spectacle presented by your grief,
your tears, and your hands raised towards Heaven, pray_
ing for the recovery of the King, that induced me to per-
severe to the last, in order to obtain the salutary measures
already adopted, those yet in contemplation, and those I
considered capable of healing the wounds (inflicted by
foreign causes) which had debilitated the constitution of
the State. I had a part, I confess, in those salutary mea-
sures ; but, in reality, they are not mine—they are en-
t rely the work of the King ; and hereafter, when the na-
fon will extol their justice—when the wise and the pru-
dent men will bless them—when the orphans and widows
will want expressions to sing the praise of him who granted
them—when all will embrace the plank that saved them
from shipwreck, at the moment of destruction, it will be
difficult to suppose that even so few men could be found so
blind as to disregard those benefits, and renounce the good
at hand, for the chimerical hopes of an uncertain futurity.
What, I ask, can br tbeir expectations ? Can they be en-
tertained without an atrocious crime ?

'6 Who is the man so audacious as to suppose that a
King, who has pardoned the injuries attempted to be in-
flicted by weakness, will not seize the sword of justice to
chastise, with the utmost severity, preconcerted crimes ?
Who is so presumptuous as to fancy himself above the
laws ? These latter punish without passion, considering
only the enormity of the offence, and heelless of the indi-
vidual ; and, in their eyes, rank only renders the crime
inure heinous. The more men owe to society, the more
she abhors those who burst asunder the ties which connect
them to it : these are ties so strong, that we are horror-
struck at the idea of there being men so abandoned as to
despise them. Yes, Spaniards, consult your ancient codes,
consult the laws of the Goths, the ancient councils from

that of Constance, the monuments of your glory, of
your hereditary nobility, and your loyalty ; you will see
the most solemn promises, the most sacred oaths, the
most terrible execrations, and the most affecting expres-
sions of tenderness and affection for the safety of the
Kings, and for their preservation, and finally the most
horrible maledictions against those who would attempt to
free themselves from one of the most consoling and eacred
obligations. Be sure that if any one disregards those
maternal and pacific admonestations, and does not concur
with all his might to attain the object towards which
they are directed, the sword pending over his head will
ali4ht upon it, without heeding the rank of the conspira-
tor, or of his accomplices, considering as such all those
who, disregarding the nature of their being, dare call or
seduce the imprudent and weak to join in proclaiming
another form of Government besides that of the sole and
pure Monarchy, under the mild shield of its legitimate
Sovereign, the moat high, excellent, and powerful King
and Lord D. Ferdinand VII., my august husband, the
heir of his ancestors.

" Madrid, Nov. 15, 11332."—Signed by the Qaetia
and Joseph de Cafranga.

DRURY-LANE THEATRE.

A new historical piece in two acts, and entitled St
Patrick's Eve ; or, The Order of the Day, was pro
duced at this house on Saturday evening. It is said to b
by POWER, the actor, and both the title of the drains
(which, by-the-bye, has little to do with the plot), and
the prominent part allotted to himself, render the account
probable. The scene lies on the banks of the Danube,
and the principal actors are Frederick the Great (Mr.
FARREN), and Major O'Doherty (Mr. Powxa). The
story turns on an order of the day issued by the King,
that, during a bivouac on the banks of the river, there
should be no light in the camp after sunset, and this order
the Major, partly from a regard to his friend Gustavus
(Mr. STANLEY), and partly owing to the simplicity of
his Irish heart, breaks, at the moment the King makes
the round of the camp. Gustavus, on quitting Cathe-
rine (Mrs. NESBITT), to whom he had been privately
married, gives his word of honour that he will write to
her in 24 hours, but, having received a bad wound in a
rer.contre with the enemy, and being unable to write him-
self, he applies for aid to his friend O'Doherty, whom he
finds on St. Patrick's Eve, in his dark tent, cold and
comfortless, with a pipe of tobacco by him, and lamenting
in pathetic strains the stern order of the day, which pre-
vented him from enjoying it. The Major, for some time,
refuses to strike a light, but at last is carried off his
guard through his eagerness to decide a bet as to the
quality of some kind of tinder. The trial is made, the
tinder kindles, O'Doherty lights a candle, and covering
it with his cocked hat, proceeds to write the letter, when
the King surprises him in the act. A courtmartial, and
sentence of death, of course, follow. O'Doherty is
again ruminating by himself, in a tent surrounded by
•entinels, when Catherine suddenly enters, persuades him
to exchange dresses, and with the pass-word, which she
had got front the King himself, not averse to save the
life of a brave officer, be makes his escape. In the mean
time a plot had been formed by Dr. Mouchet (Mr.
YoUNGE), a literary companion of the King's, and
Baron Trench (Mr. Maxnews), Chief of the Austrian
Pandows, to kidnap Frederick, and carry him off a pi-
' .oner to Austria. The Major, who had overheard the
conspiracy from his lurking-place in the woods, determines
to crush it at the risk of his life; and when the Baron,
with a party of Austrians, is about to seize the person of
the King, he rushes in, and, with his drawn sword,
charges them to surrender, at the same time exclaiming,
with all the appearance of truth, that the house was sur-
rounded by a detachment of Prussian guards. The ruse
takes, the King is rescued, and the Austrians made pri-
soners by the very party who had been sent in pursuit of
O'Doherty, and who happened to arrive on the spot just
as the conspirators began to see the trick. The Major, on
the spot, receives a pardon from the King, and is made a
Colonel and a Knight of the Black Eagle for his great and
meritorious services. Tue pieee, altogether, has consider.
rigour of
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without result, about the battles and wars caused by
%;v:aohrmte. a nli.With these exceptions, the piece went off well.
Some of the dialogue is natural and spirited—the incidents
striking, and the result of the plot such as all who have a
regard for bravery, fidelity, and pure friendship, must
admire. The acting of FARREN and PowEE was good.

A public meeting took place at Edinburgh on
the subject of the Dutch
.war, on Thursday last, at which
a petition against it to his MAJESTY Was resolved on.

PIRATES OF THE CELESTIAL EMPIRE.-
The new work which Mr.INIAcFAXLANE has just put forth,
Lives of Banditti and Roboers," contains many rarely
admirable and extraordinary stories (all perfectly anthem.-
ticated) of Italian, Sicilian, Spanish, German, Hungarian,
East-India, and other robbers, and concludes with a
spirited sketch of the history of the Buccaneers, and a. de-
tailed account of the Chinese pirates. This lasraiietion is,
perhaps, the most wonderful in the book. --The pirotes
of the Celestial Empire, to the number of seventy thousand
men, were commanded fur many years by a Woman
Chronicle,

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