Wednesday, February %, ISIS.

S AN IA A n n A.
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This distinguished man-iis;ing-iished
as much i3r his cruelties as Dr his intel
lectual eniowmcn:S-is now Z prisoner,
and the signs OF the times angnr speedy
and tragic termination Of his life, which
has been truly even,fll. He sues for mer-
cy and pleads earnestly that his capioTs
will grant him permission TO leave the
theatre Of his triumphs and bloody deeds.
md become a weeping wanderer through
countries Tar from his native landi Let
ambition pause and learn lesson from his
fate. Let the p.ide and inSolence Of Office
and wealth and power be rebuked-ad-
monished-warned. There is something
of a moral lesson to be found in the fate
of this ia len man, whose career we con-
temp,at, WITH something of pity and hsrro-.
His fate is an era in the annals OF his coun-
try. which we hope is the beginning of


brighter days to those whose fears made


them his fawners and llatterers. Bu; what


is left to this once proud and naughty Die


sator! The most he can hope for is the


privilege of living-no more. The laugh


ing earth, with all its sounds and sights of


beauty, is now TO him one wide illimi;ab.e


tomb forever. None will now do him


reverence; his name has lost its terrors.


its potency AMI its charms. The truths
of bitter disappointment have al last broken
upon his path, which is now s;rewed with
the wIthered trophies of by-gonc days
Amid the desolation around him, the former
President of Mexico now stands, Ike some
dry Stramonium bush in the desert, whose


bitterness is parched up and gone-whose
very thorns are withered and dead. His
mighty name il like the whisper OF the
winds among the rocks, speaking of tenn
pests and blasts which are feared and felt
no more.


The probability is that Santa Anna will
be put to death so soon as he reaches the
the city of Mexico. The poPulace are
highly incensed, AMI the iniiIriate mob
clamor loudly for his blood. His life Of
glory and strange successes will be crown
ed with an ignominious death-lhe des-
pots Just reward. There is but step
from the prison TO the grave of princes;
and in despotic governments, where the
will of the ruler is the Jaw 6f the land, there
is seldom any delay between its promul-
CATION and execution. The quickening
influence of lear-the principle upon which
such governments are founded-reaches
every department, and keeps the head OF
every functionary always in danger. But
yesterday Santa Anna directed public al
fairs as his caprice directed. the whimsies
of the beggarly mob were shaped to p'ease
him, and the sword and the purse of the
republic Of Mexico were at his feet. But
now how changed is his condition. No
friend-no purse-no sword-he is no
longer Dictator-his greatness has de
parted. lie is a prisoner-nnP!tied and
abhored; and standing alone as he does in
the dark hall of existence, he hears no sound
but that OF the human wolves who how! Tor
his blood. Should the bugle's shrill sound
or the cannon's hoarse mutter break in
upon the silence of his prison, he will know
that hostile warriors are near, and sum-
moned perhaps to behold his immo'ation.
Once he had thousands of human beings at
his command-now he has none. His
former friends and fiat;erers have turned
away from him, and he will have to die and
s.none shall help him."