"witness, When the dark-stoled priestly crew, Came swift trooping where the trumpet Of foul Santa Anna blew." * * * * * "Rouse thee, Wrath, and be a giant; People's Will, that hath been pliant, Long, too long; Up, and snap the rusty chaining, Brittle bond for thy restraining, Know the hour, the weak are reigning Thou art strong.
* * * * * "Rise and right the wrongs of ages; Balance Time's unequal pages With the sword." It was nearly two o'clock when Don Luis mounted his horse and left the Worth residencia.

The storm still raged, the night was dark, the cold intense, but the home of Lopez Navarro was scarce a quarter of a mile away; and he found him waiting his return.
"You have still an hour, Luis.

Come in and sit with me." "As you say; and I wish to show you that I am capable of a great thing.
You do not believe me?
Well, then give me again my own clothes.

I will resign these." "You are most welcome to them, Luis." "But no; I am in earnest.

The fight is at hand--they are too fine." "Yes, but I will tell you--I can say anything to you--there is to be a grand day for freedom; well, then, for a festa one puts on the best that is to be got.