The Express. — 1866-08-20 (London, England)

BRUTAL SCENE. A letter from Martorell (Catalonia) of August llgires the following account of the capture and slaughter by Narreees Eibirri of the famous partisan chief, known as Noy de las Baraquetas : I have already told you that Narvaes's amnesty was but a respite, or rather a snare, to throw the liberals off their WiFnaillades go on ; and, worse still, people am red, and the helpless and wounded ran through and through with bayonets, just as in the palmy days from 1851 to 1854. For each purposes recourse is bad to the genies' of the civil guards, and especially those famous Moms de la Famed:a, whose mew exploits were recounted in January last, when they fired point blank upon the elegant crowd of promenaders under the arcades of the Place Royale of Barcelona. Don Vincent Marti (commonly called Boy de lea Bars quotas) is one of the richest and most esteemed landed proprietors of Martorell. He was at one time an ardent partisan of Prim, in whose last pronunciamento he took part ; but inJanuary last he quarrelled with Prim, because the latter would not transfer the theatre of his operations to Catalonia. Ever since he has lived quietly on his property. He rallied to O'Donnell, and was considered so much a man of order that sines May last he dined almost daily with the Captain-General Cotceor. But he refused, in spite of threats and entreaties, to pronounce for Narraes, and therefore, although he did no hostile act, it was resolved to take his life. On August 11th an armed force surrounded his house, and made him a prisoner, one of the Moses telling him that he would ho taken to Barcelona, where " his affair would be settled." Marti knew what this meant, as did his brother and his friends. If they must die, they said it was better to die with arms in their hands than to serve as targets for trembling recruits to shoot at. They collected together to the number of thirty, and armed with blunderbusses proceeded to the railway station with the intention of rescuing the prisoner. Finding the waiting room full of people they fired at the ceiling, and brought down a shower of duet and plaster, At the same moment M. Marti's brother, a man of herculean strength, knocked down both the guards, who were holding the prisoner on either side. A combat ensued. M. Marti was ran through the belly by a bayonet, and his bowels gushed out. One of his party with the blow of a gun stock knocked down the Moto who had inflicted the wound ; and two of the band laying hold of M. Marti the whole party made off with him into the field hoping to find a hiding place. The Mores, recovering from the surprisecaused by the dust shower in the railway-station, pursued the fugitives and came up with them in an olive garden. U. Marti's party, protected by trunks of old trees, forced the Morns to retreat, and, after an hour's march, they found a spot where they thought M. Marti might be concealed. But he feeling himself dying, told them to leave him and save themselves. Three hours later the Motes, guided by blood marks on the ground, came to the spot where the unfortunate M. Marti was lying alone. " Ah, ha !" they said, " this time you shall not escape us." Instead of putting a ball through the head of the dying man, they recalled him to a sense of life by pricks with the bayonet's point, and stabbed him all over in so many places, that you could not have lain a crown piece upon any unwounded part of his body. The indignation in the country is so great that the captain-general felt it necessary to come to Martorell in person with an entire regiment. The band, headed by the deceased's brother, swells every day, and a good many of the Mots who are fighting with them have been killed. It is certain that M. Marti was murdered in cold blood, for he was lying helpless and alone, with a death-wound which he had received three hours before he was hacked to death.