Now, let any impartial person compare the cases of the English and the Spanish bishops, and tell us which represents the more perfectly the cause of just government and enlightened principles. Both refused obedience to an order of the chief civil authority of the realm because they held it to be an unwarrantable intrusion upon the dignity and independence of their order, and a violation of the laws. Herein the cases are parallel. The difference between them is just this, that the order of James, though it was unconstitutional, was a good and liberal measure in itself, while the order of Serrano is not only illegal but tyrannous. How can _The Tribune_ say that "in the Spanish case, the cause of freedom will be represented rather by the government who prosecutes seven bishops for resistance of the secular authority, than by the prelates who are to be placed on their defence"? To our view, Serrano appears as the champion of civil and ecclesiastical despotism, and the bishops are martyrs in the cause of political freedom and religious independence. James II. calculated that the power of the throne would be sufficient in any case to insure the conviction of his seven bishops; but the prosecution failed; the dissenting sects, which would have benefited from his indulgence equally with the Catholics, united with the Anglican Church to withstand him; the people fell on their knees before the bishops in the streets; and in six months the king was a fugitive. Will Spain pursue the parallel to this point? No government can afford to be unjust. No government, especially which bases its authority upon the consent of the people can last long after it has become arbitrary and oppressive. Men love equity instinctively, and the decree of the Spanish regent will be worth more to the Carlists than an army of soldiers. LINES ON THE PONTIFICAL HAT PRESERVED IN MADAME UZIELLI'S PRIVATE ORATORY. O high exalted instinct of the soul! That evermore doth find A grace and hidden splendor not their own In things of curious kind; Casket, or signet-ring, or coat of mail, Or ermined robe of state, That once belonged to history's champions, The good, the wise, the great! This relic fair, which love most Catholic Devoutly treasures here, To me, beholding it, than rubied crown More glorious doth appear. For cinctured round with spiry wheaten ears And clustering grapes of gold, Types of the pure oblation offered now For bloody rites of old, Here, (by no freak of fancy,) underneath Its rim of mystic red, It shaded from a Roman summer's sun The sacred snow-white head Of our dear Pius; as from church to church, Amidst the kneeling throng, Serene he passed--a vision of delight, The ancient ways along!