The ceremony of giving the key of the toril, or bull's cell, having been finished, the trumpets again sounded, the doors were flung open, and the two picadores entered the arena by separate gates; their attendants on foot, unarmed, and unprotected, except by a cloak which is rolled in a coil round the left arm, followed close after the horses, and the interest which those preparations excited was so intense, that a pin might have been heard had it fallen in any part of the amphitheatre. But when the door of the bull's den was thrown open, and the animal himself, like a roused tiger, burst into the arena, a shout arose that resembled more a thunder-clap than the voices of human beings, and there were some who feared that the building would fall, so great was the shock.

The bull, unused as he was to such a scene, was no way shook or daunted; he threw a rapid and ferocious glance at the vast crowd, but in a second one of the horsemen caught his eye. Rushing onward with desperation, he was met by his cool and scientific adversary, but although the point of the lance was well directed and took effect in the bull's neck, it was not of sufficient weight to throw him back, and he turned on the picador before he was again in an attitude to receive him. Seeing the advantage he had thus gained, the bull seemed resolved to make the most of it, and by one desperate effort raised horse and rider from the ground; but the force of his attack was so great that he fell forward, and the spearman, his horse, and the infuriated bull tumbled in one mingled group in the centre of the arena, which was covered with the blood of the horse. The sight was a terrific one. The horse in the agonies of death, his bowels literally torn out, lay on the man; the bull stood over both, trampling and goring the dying horse; the banderilleros in vain exerted themselves by loud shouts and waving their flags to attract the attention of the bull, while the spectators in the pit, boxes, and gallery, rent the air with thunders of applause. At length the men with the flags succeeded in drawing off the bull, who was met by the other picador, and the cavalier who had sustained defeat extricated himself from under the dead horse, and re-mounted a fresh one.

The courage of the bull remained unbroken, but his impetuosity was checked; and he paused for a moment to take breath. He then made a rush at the other horseman, but was cleverly met by his spear and fairly turned off. This defeat but increased his fury, and he attacked the spearmen five successive times; in four of them he was worsted, but his last effort against his first opponent was crowned with success. The spear of the picador snapped in two, half of the shaft remained in his hand, and he and his horse were thus left to the mercy of the bull, who galloped forward and killed the horse on the spot; the picador had one of his legs broken. The trumpets sounded, the other horseman retired, and the disabled man was carried from the bloody arena amidst the shouts of the spectators, while the bull remained sole master of the battle-field, awaiting with impatience any fresh attack that might be directed against him. The trumpets again sounded and the banderil

leros entered the circus.

The banderilla is a piece of cane two feet long, at the end of which is a barbed dart and small flag; it is ornamented with festooned ribbons of varied and gay colours. The men hold one of these in each hand, U.S. JOURN. No. 85, DEC. 1835.

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and the group of fighters encompass the bull in a circle. He may make choice of any one of the number, and the man so selected and attacked is bound to meet him. The fighter so marked out, runs headlong at the bull, and stopping for an instant to await the attack and measure his distance, plunges the two darts into the neck of the bull, making a vault or kind of somerset over the head of the animal. The man who fails to accomplish this is in a perilous state, and has nothing to depend upon for safety but great swiftness, great presence of mind, and great activity; for the bull follows him with extraordinary speed, and at one time was so near one of the flag-men that his horns touched him as he vaulted over the palisadoes. There were many who said the man owed his safety to having placed his feet on the bull's head; but although he was certainly very close to him, I will not take upon myself to say whether he did so or not. At the close of this part of the fight six men advanced with darts prepared with a sort of fire-work inside, something like what are called "Roman candles." These darts are so arranged that by the pressure attendant on forcing them into the bull's neck, they attain a sufficient force to reach the combustible matter inside the cane, which explodes in regular order. The poor animal becomes more or less stupified; his former efforts against the pike and flagmen were sufficient in themselves to weaken his strength and subdue his courage; but this last mode of attack did more than all the rest put together. Worn down by fatigue, harassed by so many different and formidable opponents, his neck streaming with blood, and pierced by numerous darts which still adhered to him, his faculties impaired by the stunning noise of the fireworks, his head enveloped in one continued blaze, was enough to damp the courage of any beast, no matter how brave or ferocious; but on him it seemed to have but little effect-except from the fatigue of his own exertions. His courage was still the same; and when the trumpets sounded for the third time, and the flagmen left the arena, the gallant brute looked about undismayed as before. He was not long kept in suspense. The matador entered, flung off his cloak, and approached the bull with a quick step and fearless bearing; in his left hand he held a short poll, upon which was rolled a narrow piece of cloth, which hung like a flag at the end of it, and in his right a sword of great length and breadth. The moment he placed himself before the bull he held out the flag, which in a great degree screened him from his view, but the high-mettled animal rushed forward, and was near killing him at the first onset. A shout from the audience inspired both the matador and the bull; the latter made another and last effort against the matador-the rush was fatal-he tumbled on the sword, which passing through his body, came out at the hip-and he fell dead at the feet of the victor.

The uproarious applause which followed might be termed awful. The amphitheatre shook as if an earthquake had visited us. Four mules beautifully harnessed, with a bar and crook attached to the traces, entered at a gallop; the crook was fixed to the bull's neck, the mules passed across the arena at a rapid pace, the gates were thrown open, mules, drivers, and bull disappeared in a twinkling; the trumpets again sounded, and a fresh bull bounded into the middle of the arena.

(To be continued.)

LEAVES FROM MY LOG-BOOK.-MY SECOND TRIP.

BY FLEXIBLE GRUMMETT, P.M.

"And back I flew to its billowy breast."-The Sea.

No. V.

My last left me ashore at Madras, and in the dark of the evening, or rather maturer night, entering the tavern pointed out by my old friend Jennings from whom I had just parted. The whole place was well lighted up, and there was an air of luxury and ease that has since been aimed at by our cigar divans in England, but there wants the open windows, the verandahs, the light airy neatness in the tout ensemble of the latter to bring them any thing near the former. The room we entered was up a flight of stairs, and the windows looking out towards the ocean, which was rolling its mighty waves upon the beach with never-ceasing roar, and the white sparkling foam glittered with phosphorescent gems, that seemed like a chaplet of diamonds above the dark blue waves. The breeze was blowing delightfully cool, and the punkahs that were suspended across the apartment were consequently at rest. At one extreme of the room sat several officers of the army, mostly arrayed in round scarlet jackets loosely thrown open, with diminutive epaulettes on the shoulders, and snow-white waistcoats and trowsers. Two of them appeared to be old stagers, and one especially gave indications, by his red and carbuncled nose, that he was troubled with a besetting sin; indeed the whole of his countenance was perfectly vinous, affording an illustration of the south side of Madeira. At the other extreme of the room were about an equal number of naval officers in their neat and simple uniform of blue and white. And here, with old feelings and old recollections stealing upon me, I cannot refrain from expressing my regret, that the facings in which our gallant heroes fought should be changed for the colour a seaman never liked. Nothing ever looked so fair and beautiful as the lily lapelles, and there was no other service in the world that presumed to wear them. The Yankees aimed at it because they wished to emulate our gallant defenders even in dress, and many of them had been educated in British ships of war, and looking up with jealous eyes to England as the Empress of the Ocean, they chose to assume the habiliments of her naval subjects under the hope of rivalling their daring deeds.—But

"A tide of sorrow o'er my spirit rush'd,

When first I heard the white lapelles had blush'd!"

I may be wrong, I do not even pretend to be right, but individually I cannot think the change of hue one of either necessity or policy, but mayhap by-and-by our maintop-men will wear long togs with sky-blue knee-breeches and buckles. However, come what may, I do hope, most fervently hope, that English hearts will remain true to their country, and the proud flag of England ever retain its pre-eminence and supremacy whether blue, white, or red. Amongst the naval party above-mentioned was a lieutenant of the thorough old school, with a well-bronzed face, a pair of crojack eyes-no, not a pair, for they were certainly odd ones, and I am confident their fellows could not be found

—a large black patch decorated one cheek to cover a cicatrice of a severe wound, and a remarkably fine head of hair appeared over all.

Pascoe and myself took up a middle station beneath the centre punkah, and our position permitted us to hear the conversation (carried on in a high tone) at both ends of the room.

“We've had a narrow escape this night," said my companion," and it was fortunate, Grummett, that your friend came in so opportunely to our rescue, or we might have been offered up as savoury morsels to that hideous monstrosity. How true it is man makes a god and worships him,' though the commandment wouldn't be much stretched as it respects that horrible deformity, for it certainly resembles nothing in the heavens above, nor in the earth beneath, nor in the waters under the earth. But if not particularly and unpleasantly impertinent, may I be allowed to ask who the sodger-officer is?"

I did not feel myself exactly entitled to enter into explanations with my messmate relative to the circumstances under which I had first known Jennings, and therefore I hesitated to reply; but still, as Pascoe was entitled to my confidence on account of our friendship as watch-mates, I determined to give him a general outline of his history; but just as I was going to speak our attention was drawn entirely from the subject by a sallow-complexioned officer, at the army-end of the room, exclaiming loudly,-"You're right, Mac-the effluvia is most unpleasant-it reminds me of that dog-hole of a cabin in that cursed Indiaman in which I was most unfortunately pent up on my passage out—it certainly is tar and bilge water, and seems to come from the other end of the room!"

Pascoe reddened up at what was evidently intended for an insult, and he turned in an impassioned manner to resent it, but before he could give utterance to his words the swivel-eyed lieutenant at the naval end, addressing a brother officer, remarked in an equally elevated voice,— "D— it, Robinson, this is scarcely to be borne: the smell is indeed so powerful, that it makes one think of a red-hot place, whose name must not be breathed to ears polite," glancing slyly at the scarlet jackets. "What the devil can it be, Robinson? Egad, I have it—the troops in the fort are most of them Scotch, and they have been afflicted for some time past with a certain peculiarly national cutaneous disease, and this stench arises," curling up his nose as he again looked towards the army end,—" I am certain it is sulphur-yes, it is infernal brimstone!"

"Here's some sport going on," observed Pascoe in an under tone to me." It happens that neither of the services have had any thing to do lately with an enemy, so to keep their hands in they've got to cross purposes, and wrangle with each other. Mind your helm, Grummett, and we shall come in for a bit of by-play presently. Brimstone, eh? Aye, aye, they're well-matched messmate, any how, for there's brimstone at both ends. They've been at it before we came in, and now go it, my lads, hit your hardest."

"In what ship did you come out?" inquired he of the carbuncled nose at the army end, lolling backward in one chair, his legs in another, and his arm carelessly thrown over the back of a third, his hand with equal negligence sustaining a white cambric handkerchief;" for my own part,” he continued, I would rather die in India than herd again with such rope-yarns and pig-tails as are to be found even in vessels

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of war." Here his handkerchief fell from his hold to the floor, and without waiting for the gambooge-visaged gentleman to answer, he exclaimed," Boy, boy!" A mild and placid-looking Asiatic youth advanced towards him with a salaam.-" Here, boy, pick up my handkerchief."

"Ees, Sahib," replied the youth, complying with the mandate, and respectfully taking up the required article which the officer himself might have easily reached, with only the trouble of dropping his arm from its recumbent position.

"Here, boy!" shouted the lieutenant of the cross-sighted vision from the other extreme of the room, and again the "Ees, Sahib," was repeated as the retreating Asiatic turned towards the individual who called him. "Here, boy!" continued he of the acute-angled optics, holding out a new bandana," here, boy, come and blow my nose."

A roar of laughter from the ocean-heroes followed this order, in which Pascoe and myself joined most heartily, and the meek child of servitude approached to obey, but was diverted from his purpose by my companion, who with stentorian lungs sung out,-" You boy!" and the Asiatic immediately, with ready desire to please, turned short round towards us with his "Ees, Sahib." "Go to White's in Fleetstreet and fetch me a lobster," ordered Pascoe; "I should like the claws for supper, or perhaps you may get one nearer," boldly looking at the army array.

The youth, not comprehending what was said to him, stood still, whilst another laugh burst from the navy department, and the army officer with the yellow-facing uttered,-" Insufferable insolence! but it is excusable; mountebanks never travel without their monkey. Boy, you had better ask the little gentleman whether he will have it raw or cooked."

"Will Sahib please to hab him raw or cooked?" inquired the youth, willing to oblige every one.

"Oh, cooked, most certainly," returned my companion, "I like lobsters well done; I generally dress them myself with plenty of vinegar and pepper for sauce; and, boy, see that it is boiled to its right colour-keep that gentleman's nose in your eye and you will know the proper tint in a moment, a bright ruby red

"D!" uttered the person alluded to, and starting up from his chair. 66 Pray, Sir, how dare you take liberties with my nose or any part of my person?"

"I did not touch your nose," returned Pascoe, quietly retaining his seat, "I merely mentioned it by way of illustration."

"A toast, a toast!" exclaimed the double-sighted lieutenant at the navy end, also rising; "Fill, messmates, fill!-here's to the president of the nose club!"

A movement immediately took place amongst the officers of the army, and they advanced towards the middle of the room, and almost at the same moment the navy gents followed the example, so that they met half-way, Pascoe and myself remaining stationary. Angry looks and murmurings of strife were bandied to-and-fro, but the language was too confused to be clearly understood, though the terms used were of that character as to convey their precise meaning; and now they were on their feet it was very evident that nearly the whole of both parties