Quieren Vmdes. Comer ? 



some merry scene, which is word by word trickling into 

 immortality from the nib of that worn and grub-nosed quill. 

 Oh ! thou rare heart, bright focus of human sympathies, 

 which in one book couldst stuff so much good-fellowship, 

 and wit, and truth, that all thy fellow-men, generation after 

 generation, must go on reading it for ever and a day ; while 

 every one of the millions who read, feels towards thee as a 

 personal friend ! 



The medico afterwards took us to see the church, which 

 is rather handsome inside, with large round columns. It is 

 unfinished ; for Miguel Lopez, the architect, died before it 

 was done. He also insisted on taking us to the casino and 

 introducing us to the elite of Argamasillian society. We 

 were ravenously hungry, not having eaten since our break- 

 fast at half-past six in the morning, and it was now seven. 

 A large body of the cawio accompanied us to our hostel, 

 and we had to go through the ceremony of asking them all 

 to dine on one polio con arroz (chicken and rice), which 

 they politely declined, and retired. All except one man, 

 whom we had not remarked before, but who was evidently a 

 soldier of fortune, and had made up his mind to dine with 

 us if it could be done. Seeing that he had a hungry and 

 malevolent look, we only pressed him very slightly, and set 

 to ourselves. 



He sat in our room and entertained us with his conversa- 

 tion in the French language, which he spoke well, but in a 

 stiff and precise manner. He had lived at Bayonne some 

 years, probably obliged to quit Spain for some political 

 offence. 



He had also learned French opinions, and probably read 

 a little of Voltaire's writings. When he dragged in his 

 unbelief by the head and shoulders, saying that Christianity 

 was " la religion des singes," I replied, " C'est bien possible, 



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