Spain is represented as the champion who has had the courage to make a stand against the monster. The patriot has crippled the destroyer; the hero is armed with a sabre of _True Spanish Toledo_, and is crying, 'True patriotism shall thus subdue the monstrous beast, and quell the rage of war.' His shield is _Catalonia_, a mitre, _St. Peter's, Rome_, is his helmet; _Spanish Patriotism_ has struck the decisive blow from his right arm, _Asturias_; his sword-belt is _Madrid_; his legs _Cordova_; and with his foot, _Cadiz_, he is strangling a serpent. The fleet of Admiral Purvis is seen on the seas; Hope, with her anchor, is stooping to catch the crowns of France, Spain, and Portugal, which have been shaken from the brow of the smitten beast. _August 18, 1808._ _From the Desk to the Throne._ _A New Quick Step by Joseph Buonaparte._ _The Bass by Messrs. Nappy and Tally._ Designed by G. Sauler Farnham. Published by R. Ackermann, 101 Strand.--This caricature was issued to burlesque the astonishing elevation of Joseph Buonaparte to the throne of Spain, of which, through his brother's ingenuity, he secured a brief and by no means tranquil possession. On Napoleon's coronation, his brothers had been created princes, and Joseph had been made King of Naples before the Spanish intrigue. The caricaturist's version, though striking, is not literally true. According to the print Joseph Buonaparte has one foot resting on the rail of the desk at which he lately occupied a seat, with the other he is endeavouring to touch Madrid on the map of Spain and Portugal. His pen has fallen from his ear, and he is straining to clutch the royal regalia of Spain which is above his head. From a paper pinned to the wall we are informed this remarkable promotion is taking its rise from the office of a 'public notary, Bayonne.' His fellow-clerks, pausing with their quills uplifted, to marvel at this sudden flight of ambition, are making various pertinent observations: 'What a prodigious step for a notary's clerk!' One clerk is exclaiming, 'Why, Joseph, whither art thou going?'--'Whither?' replies the elevated clerk, 'Whither, but to fill my high destiny, and, like my noble brother, sway the sceptre of another!' His colleagues are adding as riders, 'He must needs go whom the devil drives, and should it cost his neck!' But proverbs tell of many slips Between the tankard and the lips, And really I am apt to give The proverb credit as I live!