While, therefore, I recover my strength in the arms of Morpheus--or rather on a cot in the convento--I desire for you, my distinguished friend, a pleasant night and take leave of you until tomorrow, which will be the great day.
Your affectionate friend, SAN DIEGO, November 11.
THE CORRESPONDENT." Thus wrote the worthy correspondent.

Now let us see what Capitan Martin wrote to his friend, Luis Chiquito: "DEAR CHOY,--Come a-running if you can, for there's something doing at the fiesta.

Just imagine, Capitan Joaquin is almost broke.

Capitan Tiago has doubled up on him three times and won at the first turn of the cards each time, so that Capitan Manuel, the owner of the house, is growing smaller every minute from sheer joy.

Padre Damaso smashed a lamp with his fist because up to now he hasn't won on a single card.