At last he went into the convent of the Bernardines and died like a very saint." "I think our Jack will be more likely to die like a very hero.

If there is any thing Jack hates, it is oppression.

He would right a beggar, if he saw him wronged." "Poco a poco! I am tired of rights and wrongs.

Let us talk a little about our dresses, for there will be a gay winter.

Senora Valdez assured me of it; many soldiers are coming here, and we shall have parties, and cock-fights, and, perhaps, even a bull-feast." "Oh!" cried Isabel clapping her hands enthusiastically; "a bull-feast! That is what I long to see!" At this moment the doctor entered the room, and Isabel ran to meet him.