Morning journal and courier., 1880-01-05

walk upon them. Cigars, fruit and money were cast at him. He went of proud and oontented. Had he been unsuccessful sticks would probably have been thrown at him.
 We had short respite. The trumpets sound ed, the picadors reappeared, and 8 new bull l burst into the arena. The bull wasted no times He drove all the cape 1hutterers out of l the ring, killed horse in less than two min utesy sent Q picador of on stretcher, and took Q tremendous dive at the halberdiers, who received him with | lowered spears. but with blanched faces. He broke one or two of their sword blades kicked at them contemptuously, gored sec ond horse-but here his star began to pale, for he receiveda a terrific lance wound. This sobered him and seemed to exhaust his ener-
 gies. The capes could not excite him, the spry and delft men pulled his tail, and stole the rosette from his back. He was no giant after the lance wound. The only thing which he did was mercifnlly to finish the second horee, which was in convulsions of agony. Then the banderiIleros were planted in his neck, and new natador finally dispatched him. The crowd grew impatient, and were glad when he was dead. He had promised
 well but finished badly. His debut as an
 artist was meteoric, his career tame. Thus
 often in human ife-but no matter about the
 moral. 1ae.s-.- -zes 7sorr
 Once more the trumpets and another bull.
 It took him some time to realize the situa
 tion, but when he did, he proceeded to busi
 ness with an energy even superior to that of
 his immediate predecessor. He didn't like
 the ring, and he leaped out of it. It seemed
 impossible for him to do it, but he did it,
 knocking down half dozen people in the cor
 ridor mentioned above We were mortified to
 see him, as door was opened to let him in
 again, tossing gems d'arme on his horns
 The unhappy man turned over and
 over, his sword fell from his sheath, and he
 was carried out, when the bulls attention had
 been diverted from him, covered with blood
 and wounds. The bull ran up and down
 once or twice, engaged in tremendous duel
 with picador, who was too much for him,
 and even kept him from goring his horse.
 This bull in his turn was submitted to the agony of the banderilleros, and the duel with
 the matador, and prolonged his life so that the crowd execrated him, because he had done much harm, and then sold his life dearly.
 And so, one after another, during almost four hours, we saw eight bulls slaughtered. The only animals which were really terrifying were the third and the eighth. One of them was so indignant at cape-bearer who shook 8 red cloak in his face that he followed him right over the barrier, causing an immense burst of laughter. In truth, the sight was inexpressibly conical. I thought of your Yankee phrase about the maA who was thur rled over" the fence by the bull. The same animal charged the halberdiers twice, but they filled his skin full of holes, and put out one of his eyes. There were one or two frightfui half hours in this strange afternoon half hours when bull dying gored the horses which he had already sIaio.-when the odor of death arose from the ring-when the smell of blood seemed to have put savagery into all our souls-when we felt grim joy in each new wound inflicted on the bull, and when the fitting corps of executionerNseemed endowed with supernatural skill. The last bull, which did not promise wella at first, turned out to be 9 master fighter. and the principal matador had to use all his skill to bring him to his knees The manner in which the bull looked at the matador had something awful in lt-something so inexpressible that will not trv fn define it