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by Jesuit missionaries in China. Mr. Pacheco speaks, as his 

 mother tongue, the language of the Incas, and is desirous of 

 studying Chinese on account of the many resemblances. In 

 due time Mr. Ting Whang appeared, a short, stoutish, bright- 

 eyed Celestial, attired in Paris mode, and proceeded to give 

 the vowel and consonant sounds and the articles, pronouns 

 and verb moods and tenses. It was very interesting. Uri- 

 coechea, who is up in languages, followed, or in many cases 

 went ahead, and the Castilian (in descent), the Peruvian and 

 Chinaman made lively work of it for an hour and a half, 

 discussing each point, and practicing each sound and word. 

 After Mr. Ting-a-Ling bade us Bon Soir we chatted together 

 in all our languages until 11 P.M. when I retired to my 

 refrigerator au premier, stirred up my embers, warmed my 

 toes and went to bed. I didn't sleep very well, but kept try- 

 ing until 9 o'clock A.M. when I got my coffee, dressed and 

 went up to see what Guzman was about, found him en 

 deshabille. Pacheco then entered and while Guzman washed 

 and dressed we talked a la margot. The speedy arrival of 12 

 o'clock took Guzman and me to breakfast. We found Uri- 

 coechea had been and gone. We ate our eggs and cutlets, 

 drank our bottle of excellent Bordeaux, and then I went with 

 Guzman to his Bottler, etc., several calls, and returning began 

 this letter. Before dinner we walked up the Champs Elysees, 

 went to Uri's to find him out, and got around at dinner time. 

 Uri. had been all day in the Library. The table at the Hotel 

 de la Concorde was quite brilliant, Guzman at head of table, 

 Uricoechea next on my side, then myself, then Mr, Baron 

 Capitaine Something, then INIadame Quelque Chose, a quite 

 nice old lady, then a young Madame, then Miss John Bull 

 very healthy, etc. On the other side of the table opposite 

 me, two French damsels — their papa looking like a country 

 parson, and others not particularly discriminated. The Baron 

 next me talks English, has a chest like a barrel, from much 

 fencing and other athletics I should say, and a voice like a 

 locomotive. After dinner we adjourned to the Salon for 



