public affairs are matters of little moment to
him provided his private affairs prosper.

The Dissidente. He has a large head and
nose, and a mouth to correspond. His eyes
are round, and move from side to side beneath
arched eyebrows. He wears his hair curled,
and thus gives a distinctive character to his
head. It might be supposed that he labours
under an infirmity of some kind, for he has
a constant habit of clearing his throat, and
disputing every statement made in his presence.
With him nothing goes right; his political
opinions may be summed up in the one word
contradiction. Tell him he is unjust, and ask
him the reason why, and he will be troubled
with his usual huskiness, and growl out some
disconnected words of which you cannot by
any possibility catch the meaning. If he be a
deputy, he is the terror of the chamber. The
most careful estimate of the number who will
vote on a particular side on a division is upset
by the unexpected manner in which he gives his
vote. Remonstrate with him, and you will get
no more satisfactory answer than—"You must
make the best of it—the thing is done." Some-
times he is more or less of an orator, generally
a good deal less than more, but the questions
he takes up are mostly trivial, and he will work
himself into a high state of excitement on the
subject of a new frame for a Velasquez or a
Murillo, or some matter equally unimportant.

Carlista. He is dry, rough, and tanned to
an olive colour. His forehead is low, and his
black greasy hair is flattened down on it after
fashion of Hogarth's line of beauty. His
whiskers are enormous, and united to his
moustaches. He has deeply-set eyes, which gleam
on each side of an enormous aquiline nose. He
has a large heart, and his ideas are exalted,
but they are narrow. He is devoted body
and soul to his cause, which be believes good
because it has root in the doctrines of legitimacy.
The true Carlist is for one alone, whom
he believes to be impeccable. So long as the
father lives he does not acknowledge the son as
his king. He construes hereditary rights in the
strictest manner; for him there is but one Carlos,
and the Carlos whom the Neo-Catholics propose
to him has none of his sympathy. Apart from
his obstinacy he is not much to be feared, except
in the hands of others more cunning than he.

Neo-Catholic. He has straight black hair,
which he combs straight down over his forehead.
He is not precisely a hypocrite, nor has he the
cunning of a man capable of setting the Thames
on fire; he is an incarnate non possumus.

Absolutista Inquisitorial. This is merely a
fuller development of the preceding. His hair
is sleek and thin, his complexion of a reddish-
brown, and his face bony; his eyes are deeply set,
and are constantly moving from side to side. His
aspect is stern, and no child would be tempted
to play, still less to offer to play with him.

All his inclinations are towards the middle
ages, and he would feel the greatest satisfaction
in seeing the Inquisition and the stake in full
work; burnt flesh would be a sweet-smelling
odour in his nostrils. He is a leader who has
the Neo-Catholic for his officer, and the Carlista
for his soldier. He despairs of hooking the
Dissidente, despises the Pancista, and has hopes
of, one day or another, harpooning the Moderado.

There is one more type which is more or
less common among all continental nations;
the man who is secretly paid by the government.
Sometimes he is a journalist, or he
may be a barrister, or employed in a public
office, or a member of the chamber; in the
latter case he is bought, if he be clever, of
necessity; if he be a nonentity, because his head
counts on a division. In his dress he is neat
and precise, wears a Ratazzi necktie and a
Prince of Wales collar. He parts his hair in
the middle, after the style in fashion at Madrid,
"frizzes" the ends, and puts them behind his
ears. As the recognised creature of Narvaez
or O'Donnell, he is met with everywhere in
society, but is generally regarded as a bore.
Occasionally, however, he tells an anecdote
worth listening to, such as the following, for
example. A grand dinner was given by the queen
just previous to the departure of O'Donnell for
the war, at which she spoke as follows in a
voice of deep emotion:

"General, my heart beats impatiently for the
arrival of the news of the victories you are
about to gain; you will shortly return to us
with fresh laurels for our beloved country. How
great would be my joy if I could command the
valiant army who awaits your arrival with such
great ardour. Oh! how deeply I regret that I
am not a man!——"

The emotion of the queen overpowered her.
She was silent, and everybody else was silent
too, waiting for her to recover herself and
continue her address. All at once the deep
silence was broken by a soft voice, tremulous
with emotion, which exclaimed: "Ah! so do
I!" It was the king who spoke.

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