I said: "What a beautiful cravat you wear!"

"It is yours!" he exclaimed, quickly unbuckling it; and I could not

induce him to take it back again.

I am glad I did not tell his sister, who was with him and with whom

I was lucky enough to get acquainted, what a beautiful white hand

she had. She might have given it to me on the spot; and that, as

she had soft eyes, a queenly form, and a half million or so in her

own right, would have made me feel bad.

Reports reach us here of high-handed robberies by the banditti all

along the road to the City of Mexico. They steal clothes as well

as coin. A few days since the mail coach entered the city with all

the passengers stark-naked! They must have felt mortified.

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