Star.
London, England, 1829-10-31 00:00:00

MYSTERIOUS VISIT.
Dos MI6 El., making a desperate effort in this, h
terrible emergency, is said to have made a farther remit-
tance of Milreas, together with some very earnest re-
monstrances, to his friends ; who, for some time past,
have been cooling with his fortunes. However that be,
it is certain that Dos MIGUEL'S spy and Suborner
ASSEC A was seen this morning at early dawn, dodging
mysteriously about the Strand, enveloped in a cloak, and
loaded with something heavy under his arm. His
sinister appearance having awakened the suspicions of
the New Police, he was cautiously followed and watched,
until he stopped before a shop, covered over with placards
and bills of ware, within a few doors of Somerset House.
Here he gave a familiar knock ; but his rap having ap-
parently been long forgotten by the inmates, he proceeded
to kick against the door with fury, exclaiming—" un-
grateful wretch ! interested ! unconscionable !! shame-
less !!!—and so forth ; until the policeman rushed for-
ward, and secured the notorious spy by the collar : and
upon examining the object he carried so secretly under his
mantle, discovered it to be a Portuguese canvass bag,
containing foreign silver coin,which the prisoner, in broken
English and mysterious look, expressed to be " de Mil-
rea for him friend of de Morning." The policeman,
however, persuaded he was a house-breaker, was
dragging him to his station ; when a brigadier-general
of the night establishment—followed by his aid-do-
camp and an officer of the intended police-artillery
—making their rounds, came up ; upon which
the prisoner, taking the Commander aside, whispered
something that whistled on the morning breeze like the
sound of Aberdeen ; when instantly the Portuguese spy
was set at liberty, who, remarking the fast approach of
day-light, repaired hastily once more to the shop near
Somerset House, at which he thundered with authority,
—until a gentleman ! with a newspaper night-cap and
a dirty pen behind his ear, let him cautiously in. The
curiosity of the Policeman, who had first watched this
bird of evil omen, was again tempted, notwithstanding
the injunctions of his officer, to apply his ear to the key-
hole, when he heard these words—" But—my conscience,
your Excellency." "Go—dem your conscience! —who ever
hear of dat ?"—" But really the cause is one which I can-
not with all my courage"—" Courage ! St. Ignacio! have
ye de courage to refuse dis ?"—(clinking the bag).—
The reply was spoken in a voice tremulous from emo-
tion : " Why indeed—l—scarce can--withstand tempta-
tion. Your Excellency knows my weakness—and takes
advantage of a poor frail creature—just when I was
getting clean, too, in the mind —'tis too bad—no, no,—
I cannot—" " clean in your mind ! den must you re-
main cleaned out, and I mug be clean off." The foreigner
here fumbled at the door to get out, when the other
voice desperately exclaimed—" Stay, stay—my poverty,
but not my will, consents." Shortly after " His Excel-
lency, the Ambassador of Portugal" tripped out with a
sneer of satisfaction, lighter than he came. It is said
the honour of this visit is announced in one of the
Morning Journals. • • * * •

Startled at the bold manly language of a British free-
man, expressed lately, to our surprise, in the Times
newspaper, the Liberticides of the Press, fearful of the
impression on the public mind, profess themselves stricken
with horror. They can view unmoved the massacre of
thousands ; they can echo back the triumphs of the Por-
tuguese executioners; they can receive from spies the
guilty blood-money—exult over the misery of. Patriots
in exile—and, in defending usurpation and crime, parti-
cipate in murder and oppression. But they shudder at the
destruction of one tyrant homicide, assassin en masse, be-
causehe divides with them his guilty booty. Abased in mind,
and familiar with meanness, the noble sentiments of man
they deride as an absurdity. A despot is a saint, if he
can pay. Their public spirit is money ; only gorge them
with that, and they will lick the feet of a NERO, and ad-
vocate the Inquisition. Considering their Journals as
mere ware, and the Press as an engine of contribution,
they live like marauders amidst their fellow-citizens, un-
dermining public principle, and attacking every thing
which freemen should respect. With them HA RMODIUS
and ARISTOGITON merited no monument. TELL was
a traitor, for he destroyed the bloody GEISLAR. CIIAR-
LOTTE CORDIE merited the rack ; and the patriot who
would devote his life to rescue Portugal from blood and
desolation would be more damned than JUDAS ISCARIOT,
because—he would kill the goose that lays the golden
egg ! ! !

DRAMATIC ANECDOTE..—." Modern Comedy is more
favourably estimated abroad than at home, if we may
judge from the fact that FREDERIC REYNOLDS'S Co-
medy of The Dramatist has been translated into Spanish
by Don TELESYORO DE TRUEBA, the author of The
Castilian, and performed upwards of fifty nights at Ma-
drid."—Morn. Chronicle. That the Comedy of FDEDE-
RIC REYNOLDS has been translated into Spanish by this
Don Telesfora de Trueba only proves what a celebrated
French poet has expressed in verse, " that there is no
fool who is not admired by one greater than himself."
If the translation of bad plays with success be a proof
of their being " favourably estimated," in what venera-
tion must we not hold those foliculaires of Paris whose
bluettes neglected or damned, in the Theatres of the
fourth or fifth order in that capital, are yet—under the
Readership of Mr. FREDERIC REYNOLDS—regularly
produced on the first stage of this country, with all the
honours of the comedies of Mr. REYNOLDS; that is to
say, they are played with applause (to the astonishment
and delighted vanity of these Paris scribblers), and then
—are scorned and forgotten. Let it be remembered,that
Cato is the only unmutilated English Tragedy which a
••• • •
French audience can suffer.

THE GREAT INSA N E.—We are happy to inform the
public that the symptoms of mental derangement which
so violently affected a certain leading personage have
been gradually subsiding into a calmer state of malady
ever since the memorable signature of the Turkish treaty.
In Spring, however, the physicians apprehend a return of
the crisis, if he escapes a paroxysm at the next meeting of
Parliament, of which he cannot speak but with distressing
emotion. It is the intention of his friends at that fearful
period to put all pistols and swords out of his way, and to
have the New Police in constant watch at Battersea
fields. On examining his tongue this morning, it was
discovered to be so much furred and inflamed, that it is
feared, it will be a long time before he can well
speak in public. His eyes still continue to roll very
wildly ; and when the name of Ireland is mentioned, he
involuntarily shudders, and sinks into a fit of afflicting
despondency, from which nothing can divert him
but certain bright gewgaws and ribbons, with which
his friends the Foreign Ambassadors never fail, in
such moments, to amuse him. With a certain chamber
utensil on his head, a counterpane on his shoulders, hung
in fashion of royal robes, and a huge iron poker in his
hand, he yesterday strutted about his apartment, conceiv-
ing himself to be no less a personage than NAPOLEON
BITo APA RTE. His attendants were commanded
to address him as Emperor, and this prodigious mistake
of fancy might still have continued, had not a bullying
letter from the Emperor NICHOLAS suddenly arrived, to