Madame Bonaparte Wyse, daughter of Lucien Bonaparte, has lodged a
complaint with the Prefect of Police against some person who it seems played off the practical joke of distributing a printed circular, ' stating that the lady had opened, at No. 1, Rue St. Croix d'Antin, a table d'hote at 10 francs a head.
A fire which broke out on the 6th of this month in the Royal palace at Naples. has, it is feared, in addition to other losses, occasioned one that is irreparable, namely, the museum, containing a great variety of articles dug out of the ruins of Herculaneum.
Lord Ranelagh, after having served in the camp of Don Carlos, came to San Sebastian as an English gentleman, and as such made his way to the table of the Lieutenant-General. There he succeeded in disarming all suspicion ; declaring, with great apparent frankness, that though he was a Tory, and, as such, liked the cause of Don Carlos and wished it success, yet, when he saw English troops opposed to him, -- the sight of the red-coats was too much for him ; and he had left his Spanish friends to themselves, finding it to be impossible for him to sup. port a catiae that required him to fight against his countrymen. This manly declaration completely answered the purpose of this " excellent individual," and the General's table was open to him at all times. Hav- ing got thus far, he next expressed a wish to see the hues; and the General lent him his horses, and appointed his Aitle.de. Camp Colonel Woolridge, to accompany him and show him the lines, and every thing else that might be interesting to him. Thus every thing went on to his heart's content : he ate the General's dinners, drank his wines, rode his horses, was attended by his Aide-de-Camp, saw his plans, discussed his projects, talked familiarly with his officers. rejoiced in the happy opportunity of making their acquaintance, &c. &c. ; and when be had done all this so admirably, he talked of leavineus. It was on one of • these occasions that he asked General Jauregui, whom he was sitting next to, if he could not go by land to Bayonne? " Oh yes," was the answer, if you can get the permission of Don Carlos." Upon this, Lord Ratielagh's head fell softly to one side; his eyes gleamed with a most peculiar expression of knowing exultation, mingled with a retir- ing, fawning, inquisitive leer, that struck old Jauregui as something devilish, and made him ever after 'pronounce the "excellent indi-
vidual " a and a —, which it might be considered libellous to repeat. Whether Lord Ranelagh feared that old Jauregui had, in the devil's eye, read the heart of the " excellent individual," I don't know ; but he dared not speak again of going to Bayonne by land, but took himself off by water. When we were told that he had returned to the camp of the enemy, we declared the thing impossible : we could not believe that an English nobleman had laid aside his faccioso dress, and assumed that of an English gentleman, for the purpose of gaining ad- mittance into the society of his countrymen, in order that he might, under the mask of friendship, pry into their secrets.—Correspondent of the Courier.
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