Star. — 1829-10-31 (London, England)

MYSTERIOUS VISIT. Dos MI6 El., making a desperate effort in this, h terrible emergency, is said to have made a farther remittance of Milreas, together with some very earnest remonstrances, 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 apparently been long forgotten by the inmates, he proceeded to kick against the door with fury, exclaiming—" ungrateful wretch ! interested ! unconscionable !! shameless !!!—and so forth ; until the policeman rushed forward, 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 Milrea 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-docamp 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 keyhole, 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 cannot 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 emotion : " Why indeed—l—scarce can--withstand temptation. 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 remain 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 Excellency, 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 freeman, 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 Portuguese executioners; they can receive from spies the guilty blood-money—exult over the misery of. Patriots in exile—and, in defending usurpation and crime, participate in murder and oppression. But they shudder at the destruction of one tyrant homicide, assassin en masse, becausehe 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 advocate the Inquisition. Considering their Journals as mere ware, and the Press as an engine of contribution, they live like marauders amidst their fellow-citizens, undermining 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