The true Democrat., 1856-10-07
From the National Intelligencer. A Spanish Bull Fight.
Cadiz, Spain, June, Is

A 0pduISu 0u1A-1 AS0s.
 Cadiz, Spain, June, 1856.
 Cadiz is fairy city, with it's snow white houses its mradOres, its azotes, Its turrets and towers, an ancient city, whose foundations were laid nigh three thousand years ago; an "heroic" city, for it has bravely withstood many siege; a beautiful city of bright eyes, sweet faces and graceful forms. By day the streets are almost deserted, but when the sun has set the squares and Alameda are thronged with promenaders, and all "goes merry as a marriage bell" we arrived in good time to see the national sport of Spain, which is generally celebrated on saints days and Sundays.
 The whole country was in state of excite ment; unusually large and savage bulls had been selected for the approaching "corrida' at Santa Maria; the Infanta of Spain and her hus- band, the Duke de Montpensier, were to be pre- sent, and the " first sword" of Andalusia, the successor of Monies, Cuchares, of Seville, was to be the matador. On the appointed day scarcely human being was to be seen in Ca dig. Dressed in their holiday costumes, men, women and children, old and young, high and low, hurried by steam and sail and oar, by car riage, on horseback, or on foot, to the Plaza de los Toros, in Santa Maria about five miles dls- tant. The only parallel have ever seen ln f our own country to the excitement was when New York poured forth her tens of thousands to witness the race between [" Fashion" and Boston" on Long Island. That was great race, and this was to be a great bull-hght, but | our people would sooner tire of their favonte amusement than the Spaniard of his hereditary l national sport
 The amphtheater was crowded, and present. ed, from the bright coors of the ladies' dresses, very gay appearance. l should say about twelve thousand people of all ages and sexes had assembled to witness the "corrlda." At ba b,, strucE II n the national of Spain, and the Infanta and Duke, with their attendants, entered the royal box. The music ceased, and the director of the bull-hght, sup erbly mounted, entered the arena and doiied his hat, while his horse knelt in the most ap- proved style of homage. Her Royal Highness, rising, threw him a boquet, which was the sig nal for the sport to begin. The director was again saluted, and, setting spurs to his steed, dashed out of the arena. The matadores, pl- cadores Con horseback) and banderilleros now entered into the same regal presence, and, nav ing knelt, withdrew to their respective stations. Now. all held their breath, and "expectaton mute gapcd round the silent circles peopled walls" Immediately under the lnfanta's box is the den in which the buls-the eight bulls chosen as victms-are confined From an ad- joining door man advances to the door of the den, opens it and beckons the nearest bull to come forth. In an instant the enraged animal is at him, but he jumps behind the door, then closes it and sprl gs into shelter. The bull dashes into the arena, and II he has pluck, straight at the first foe he encounters
 IL is brutal spectacle to see the miserable blindfolded horses goaded and ripped by his terrible horns Yet there is something ap- preaching the sublime in the majestic, undaunt- ed bearing of the bull as he faces his numerous enemies oi rushes madly at them. All the sympathy of the spectators IS with hlm, and if he kills dozen horses or so and dsaoles two or three men, his valor is so much admir- ed that his life is spared. Not one of all saw, however, was saved from his doom, although two or three killed five or six horses each. and, in one instance noble, black bull nearly goad- ed banderiller to death. So cruel is the sport
 that felt the human being engaged in 1t ought
 occasionally at least to suffer; and it was with
 some degree of qualification that l saw several
 times the horse fall upon his rider, and the
 horns of their fearful adversary in close prox
 mity to the vitals of the latter.
 After the pcadores have tormented the bull
 with their ances, and the banderilleros witt
 their barbed darts the noble animal had become
 weak from loss of blood, the trumpets sounc
 forth the appearance of the matador upon thu
 scene, to put an end to the conflict. Splendidl.
 clad, with his long straight sword in one hanc
 and scarlet cloak in the other, he approaches tn
 Infanta, kneels, salutes rises and prepares fo
 the battle. Serene and collected. Cuchare
 tranquilly advances toward the monster ant
 shakes the blood red cloak. Aroused by tn unwelcome, irritating sight, the bull lower ." his head and makes straight at the object ( "g his wrath. The cloak catches his horns, an vas the matador punges his sword to the very hi ent into his neck. "'Tis past; he sinks upon tn tor sand"
 of And this, in the nineteenth century, is th te- favorte sport of great people! Although tn um Moors are said to have originated the bull-fgh lue it smacks very much of the sports of the an } of phithea.er in the days of Nero and Commodu on. There is brutality and barbarsm about it th ice, one would hardly expect to find in chrstia nee land, and among people renowned for the on, heroism and magnanimty. It is a passic
 with the Spaniard he would rather deny hin ad- self anything else, and would spend bis la red dollar to witness the corrida." It is surpri and ing with what coolness and indifference your lty. ladies, tenderly reared, looked upon the blo the dy, disgusting spectacle; on horses gored al to bleeding and treading on their own protrud ted bowels; on men overthrown and in critical da pri- ger; on bulls phrenzied and torn by lane
 and darts, and covered with blood and spout the the crimson torrent from their nostrils in
 death agony!