The state of Spain is a riddle which seems every
day to approach solution, yet is not solved. Attention is concentrated just now upon three points,—the Regent ; the capital; and the two Ge- nerals ZUBBANO and NARVAEZ, who have been dodging each other somewhere about Saragossa. The Regent was moving Northward— what for, no one can tell : some say that he runs away to Cadiz ; others that be is to strike some sudden blow; and others, that his whole plans, hitherto so inexplicable, will soon reach maturity and restore every thing. The insurgents, under General ASPIROZ, have occupied the heights near Madrid; and there they stop, too weak to attack, their opponents too weak to chase them away. The par- tisans of NARVAEZ aver that he is ten or twelve thousand strong, and "advancing" somewhere; his enemies, that he is only three or four thousand strong—or rather, so many weak, for his men are mutinous—and that he is " retreating." And, mulads mutandis, precisely the same things are said of ZUEBANO. In a general view, the insurrection seems to have spread so as to envelope nearly all Spain, but not to have gained strength ; so that its diffusion almost appears to entail weakness. On the other hand, the Government forces are broken up in separate parts. Whether the revolution or the Government will crumble to pieces first, from internal weak- ness, looks like a matter of chance. M. Gurzor has denied French intervention in Spain, in terms so direct as to command deference and faith. The one thing palpably certain is the frightful dis- organization of Spain. Spain is incompetent to the functions of a nation ; and the madness which racks it is so violent and lasting, that people who do not adore the idol of " the balance of power" might almost wish that it were conquered—bound down, like a suicidal maniac, to have civilization forced upon it.