The Enquirer

SQUINTING AT NEWS.

By the brig Saunders, capt. Quail, from Cadiz, accounts to the 29th May are received, but they are not sufficiently glorious to be published at large; and beside it is of some importance to those who are in the Cadiz trade, that they only should know how things work, both as it regards purchases here and competition there; the greater the necessities of Cadiz, so much the better for the price for flour, and pork sausages, and so forth; and moreover, if a captain who means to go back, were to say every thing he knew, some busy body here who wished to get a good price for his own venture, might in the way of trade, impertinently send one of the papers containing the TRUE STATE of things, which instead of reporting that all was quiet, might say there was a tremendous noise. In this way there is a kind of EMBARGO upon straight NEWS; and if any thing is to be had to be depended upon, it must come from some one who is not afraid of his owners, or who does not mean to make another trip to Cadiz.

We learn, however, that a gale of wind entered into a conspiracy with some ships in the bay of Cadiz, on board of which some seven or eight hundred Frenchmen (more or less) were confined; and that this gale of wind furnished those French prisoners with arms at the very moment when the gale of wind forced the prison ships from their anchors; and such was the impetuosity of the gale, that the two ships run ashore, notwithstanding the boats from the British fleet were sent to oppose the gale, and the drifting of the ships; and the worst of all 16 or 17 of his majesty's subjects were unfortunately killed, no doubt by the aforesaid gale of wind.

The French prisoners in one of those same kind of ships, likewise, but without any aid of the gale, cut the cables and then took advantage of the gale, which again sprung up like a Jacobin for the purpose, and they unfortunately also got on shore.

By the same channel it appears that the Spaniards in the noble and manly spirit of their proclamations and their very celebrated high sense of honor, carry on the business of assassination in a most surprising manner; and at a place called Chicus, about 16 miles from Leon, had with knives, daggers and cutlasses, cut to pieces a garrison of the French, not leaving any one to tell their 'misfortunes.'

Nothing was heard of the battle in Portugal, the actors not being perfectly prepared to perform their several parts; and it was believed by those in the secret, that if there should be any battle at all, it would be a mutilated imitation of the battle of Corunna.

Aurora.

When the last advices were received from Lisbon direct, the British fleet and transports were in that position for action, which the seamen call with much grace a 'heel to the wind'—which translated into the vernacular idiom means ready for a dust, or in other words, prepared to cut and run.