I hope I'll be able to bear the inclementuous nature of your climate when I go back; but I can't expect to stay long--for Lord Wellington can't do without me.

We play duets on the guitar together every evening.

The master is shouting for a blanket, so no more at present from, Your very affectionate friend, MICKEY FREE.
P.S .-- I don't write this myself, for the Spanish tongue p out o' the habit of English.

Tell Father Rush, if he'd study the Portuguese, I'd use my interest for him with the Bishop of Toledo.
It's a country he'd like--no regular stations, but promiscuous eating and drinking, and as pretty girls as ever confessed their sins.
My poor Charley, I think I am looking at you.

I think I can see the struggle between indignation, and laughter, which every line of this letter inflicts upon you.