Regiment of Light Infantry to Africa. In a letter
from prison he acquitted the government of design in
producing the catastrophe, but in a tone which hinted the
possibility of so diabolical a crime having been meditated.

On Sunday evening, the 21st, a considerable sensation
was created on the Boulevards by the measures taken by
the Prefect of Police to prevent the sale of the Evénement
and the Estafette, evening papers. All news-vendors
found in possession of either of these papers, and
not being the possessors of shops, had their papers
seized, and were themselves conducted to prison. The
sergens de ville examined every news' stall in the Boulevards,
and wherever they found copies of the proscribed
papers they seized them, demolished the stall, and
conducted the proprietor to the Prefecture of Police. The
only apparent ground for these proceedings is, that the
papers in question oppose the government. The Evénement
is edited by M. Victor Hugo and his son.

A Notorious Murderer has been arrested in France,
whose mysterious and criminal career would afford the
materials for a romance. He was taken at Ivry, in
virtue of a writ granted by the President, on the demand
of the Sardinian government, having been condemned
for a murder under extraordinary circumstances. He
was arrested in 1830, at Chambery, his native town, for
being concerned in a murder; but he escaped from the
prison of Bonneville, where he was confined, and by
means of a disguise succeeded in reaching the town of
Chene Tonnex, where he went to an inn which was full
of travellers. There being no vacant beds, the innkeeper
allowed him to sleep in a room with a cattle-dealer,
named Claude Duret. The unfortunate cattle-dealer
was found dead in the morning, he having been
smothered with the mattress on which he had slept. He
had a large sum of money with him, which was stolen,
and this, as well as his papers, had, no doubt, been taken
by Louis Pellet, who had disappeared. Judicial inquiries
ensued, and the result was that Louis Pellet, already
known to have committed a murder, was condemned,
par contumace, to ten years' imprisonment at the galleys
by the senate of Chambery. In the mean time Louis
Pellet, profiting by the papers of the unfortunate Claude
Duret, contrived to reach Paris, when he opened a shop,
where he organised a foreign legion for Algeria, enrolled
himself under the name of his victim, and sailed for
Oran in a government vessel. From this time up to
1834 all trace of him was lost. He came to Paris, took
a house, amassed a large sum of money, and it turns out
he was mixed up with a number of cases of murder,
swindling, and forgery. These facts came to the
knowledge of the police, owing to Pellet having been taken
before the Correctional Police for a trifling offence, when
he appealed against the punishment of confinement for
five days. The French government immediately sent
an account of the arrest of this great criminal to the
consul of the government of Savoy resident at Paris.

"German Unity" is as far from being cemented as it
was when first so enthusiastically broached by the King
of Prussia. That monarch, at the end of last month,
sent a reply to the collective note of the Kings of
Wurtemberg, Bavaria, and Saxony, in which he declares
formally that he will never consent to the Austrian
monarchy as a collection of states entering the new
Germanic union. The parliament of Erfurt is still
engaged in revising the details of the imperial constitution.

The only material article of Spanish Intelligence is the
restoration of diplomatic relations with England. The
first advances were made by General Narvaez, and
readily responded to by Lord Palmerston. Notes,
containing mutual explanations and expressions of amity,
were exchanged; in short, none of the formularies usual
on such occasions were omitted.

The arrivals from Lisbon were to the 14th. Count
Thomar has been defeated in his Project of Crippling
the Press, it having been rejected in the upper chamber,
but new peers are to be made to force the measure
through the house.—For some time past Don Miguel
has been dependent, in a great measure, upon a few of
his partisans in Portugal for his support, who have
generously subscribed money on his behalf, and
transmitted it to him in this country. Those individuals
have received intimation from the government, that
they must henceforth discontinue such acts of
benevolence, or they will be proceeded with "for aiding and
assisting illegal associations for treasonable purposes."

At last the Pope has returned to Rome. His Holiness
arrived on the 12th; on the day previous, thousands of
people from the surrounding country were assembled in
the streets, shouting "Pio Nono!" with the utmost
excitement. As the Pope moved along he dispensed his
blessing to the right and to the left. It was four o'clock
when he entered Rome. The French and Papal troops
were drawn up on the Piazza Lateranense, and
presented arms, while the salutes from the French artillery
and the guns of Castel St. Angelo rent the air,
mingling with the solemn sound of the bells. Cardinal
Barberini, arch-priest of the Basilica of Lateran, received
the Pope at the head of his chapter, while the provisional
municipal commission presented to him the keys of the
Eternal City. On alighting from his carriage, his
Holiness was received by the cardinals of the Commission
of State, and by the Cardinal Vicar, preceded by
all the secular and regular clergy of the capital. At
the vestibule he received the homage of the diplomatic
body. He then received the holy benediction in the
church, which he afterwards left, and returned to his
carriage. The procession then went to the basilica of the
Vatican by the Strada San Giovanni, the Amphitheatre
of Flavius, the Arco di Pantani, the Piazza Traiana,
Piazzo degli Apostoli, and Strada Papale. As his Holiness
approached the steps of St. Peter the sky suddenly
overcast and some drops of rain fell. A crimson umbrella
was raised over his head, and Cardinal Mattei, the arch-
priest of St. Peter's, at the head of his canons,
accompanied him up the steps, at the top of which the
pavement was covered with camelias and other choice flowers
tastefully arranged. His Holiness hesitated to tread
upon this brilliant carpet, but at length moved forward;
and the surrounding prelates and grandees hastened to
pick up each a flower, as a relic sanctified by the Pontiff's
feet, the moment he had passed over them. On entering
the church the Pope was received by the sacred
college of cardinals, the papal choir sang St. Augustin's
Prayer, and subsequently the Ambrosian Hymn, with
the responses of the congregation. His Holiness then
received the blessing of the Holy Sacrament, witnessed
the exhibition of the four principal relics, kissed the
bronze foot of St. Peter's statue, and eluded the mass
of people who were waiting for him at the gate of the
Capella del St. Sagramento by passing through the small
door of the Capella della Madonna, and so entering the
Vatican palace, accompanied by the Sacred Colleges and
the corps diplomatique. In the evening, the cupola of St.
Peter's, the Capitol, the Strada di Borgo Nuovo, the Monte
Pincio, the Piazza del Popolo and the Via Condotti were
illuminated. In the streets much eager curiosity was
exhibited, but little enthusiasm; the multitude seemed more
occupied in gazing on the pageant than in thinking of the
circumstances which had given rise to it. Handkerchiefs
in abundance were waved by ladies at the windows; but
the cheers of the people in the streets were only
occasional and partial. Within the walls of St. Peter's,
however, the scene became highly impressive. When
his Holiness stood in that sublime edifice, the assembled
thousands appeared truly impressed with the grandeur
of the scene. The word of command given to the troops
rang through the immense building, then the crash of
arms, and every man knelt for some moments amid a
breathless silence, only broken by the drums, which
rolled at intervals. The illumination which followed
was very beautiful, not from the brilliancy of the lights,
but from its being so universal. St. Peter's was but
partially lighted; but as the wind played among the
lamps, and the flames flickered and brightened in the
breeze, the effect from the Pincian was singularly graceful.
The Campodoglio, that centre of triumph, was
in a blaze of glory, and the statues of the mighty of old
stood darkly and solemnly forth in the sea of light. But
one by one the lamps died out, the silence and the
darkness of the night resumed their sway, and the glory of
the day became the history of the past. As the lamps