Marshal Serrano is preparing for his grand attack on the
Carlists round Bilbao, but is waiting still, some say for more artillery, and others for negotiations with the Carlist officers, which do not deserve to succeed. Meanwhile, his opponents have defeated General Nouvilas, capturing four guns, and have sent a pompous telegram to England stating that General Palacios, commanding in Catalonia, is marching on Madrid, and after defeating General Callejo at an undiscoverable place, has reached Pratz de Llusanes. That is meant evidently to be telegraphed to Madrid, and frighten people there, Pratz de Llusanes being in the furthest corner of Catalonia. The Duke of Cumberland is watching Charles Edward, say, at Lanark, and Lochiel is to rush from Berwick, over a great chain of mountains, to London. The real fight is round Bilbao, and if Elio had the command of Serrano's means, the Carlists would by Tuesday be flying to the frontier. As it is, everything lingers except expenditure.
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