Every page added to the history of Spain grows more
disas- trous and disgraceful. Statesmen and Sovereign bandy charges of falsehood, neither party commanding belief; for the solemn ad- dress on the recent "deplorable event," which the Congress have presented to the Queen, has, from the circumstances that surround it, more the air of a barefaced hypocritical collusion than of testi- mony to the national trust in the Royal word. The childish Queen may have been truly instructed, the Cortes may truly be- lieve; but if so, all parties manage to give to truth the equivocal guise of falsehood. OLOZAGA, accused of an act of high treason, paltry in its nature though grave in its consequences, first denounces the miserable Catiline, BRAVO, with more than Ciceronian passion, and now flies as if in conscious guilt ; throwing discredit on the plausi- ble explanation that he had made. In the very height of their bad triumph, the Ministers totter to their fall, and a new "Ministerial crisis" is threatened. They cannot stand, because their own party- friends neither dare to trust them nor deign to consort with them. In Catalonia, the preserve of revolutionary game, their best mili- tary leader, PRIM, is suspected of treachery, and of holding a se- cret correspondence with the insurgent chief. The revolution in Spain has degenerated to an anarchy of paltry intrigues and a war- fare of treacheries and attempted assassinations.
