"A statue of St. Joseph, which, from its extreme corpulence, could not be secretly transported, was carried away by a good Catholic--by name Joseph Martin of Medina--placed on the back of a horse as if _he_ were a person riding. The Saint having been well balanced, enveloped in a cloak, and his head covered with a _montera_,[20] a person mounted _en croupe_ to aid in supporting him, and accompanied by some friends to create confusion and distract attention, they issued forth by the main street without being discovered."[21] The fat Saint was lodged with other valuables at San Roque, where he may be seen to this day. A thinner Saint Joseph supplies his place in the "Spanish Church" at Gibraltar, and I dare say Joseph Martin has been canonized, and may be heard further of at Medina Sidonia. I entirely forget what Saint in particular--or if any--is now charged with the protection of the "town and territory" of Gibraltar; but the intervention of one seems highly necessary, for the devil has obtained a great footing in the place, claiming as his own a Tower--a Bowling-green--a Bellows--a Gap, and--last, not least--a tremendous tongue of fire. Perhaps these offerings have been made to the black gentleman by some good Catholics,--like Joseph Martin,--on the same principle that the old Italian lady presented him with a costly pair of horns,--observing--"_Sta bene far' amicizia, anche col' Signor Santo Diavolo._" Most persons who have not visited Gibraltar entertain very curious notions respecting it; picturing to themselves a mere rock, bristling with cannon, and crowded with Barracks, Furnaces for Red-hot shot, and Powder-magazines. But, in reality, there are few places of the same limited extent that can lay claim to greater and more varied natural beauties. The Road which leads from the picturesque old Moorish castle to the southern extremity of the rocky peninsula (a distance of upwards of two miles) presents a complete change of objects at every turn,--of hanging gardens, impending rocks, and distant vistas of the Spanish and African coasts. On gaining the flats at Europa Point, few views, finer than that which opens upon you, are any where to be met with; none more grand than, as inclining to the eastward, the back of the singular mountain bursts upon your sight, its peaked summits rising precipitously near 1400 feet above the Mediterranean, which, lashing in impotent rage its rocky base, ofttimes dashes a shower of spray over the cottage of the Governor, situated under the lofty cliff, but at least 200 feet above the angry ocean.