pointed out to us the other day a well-known robber-captain, who was riding on the high road with a friend. He had the worst-looking, most vulgar and most villanous face I ever saw; a low-lived and most unpoetic-looking ruffian; fat and sallow.
We saw a horribly ugly man to-day, and were told he was a lobo, the name given here to the Zambos; who are the most frightful human beings that can be seen. La Guera Rodriguez told us that on an estate of hers, one woman of that race was in the habit of attending church, and that she was so fearfully hideous, the priest had been obliged to desire her to remain at home, because she distracted the attention of the congregation!
We spent yesterday at the house of the Minister at San Angel, where he gave us and the Minister and his family a beautiful breakfast. How consistent everything looks in a good English house! so handsome without being gaudy—the plate so well cleaned, the servants so well trained. . . .
8th. June.—We were sitting under an apple tree the other day, trying to tame the fiercest little deer I ever saw, who was butting and kicking with all his might, when a large packet of letters was brought us, the reading of which insured us an agreeable afternoon. We continue to lead a very quiet life here, occasionally taking a short ride in the evening, and making acquaintance with the neighboring villages, the prettiest of which is Tesapan, a most rural and leafy spot, where there are fine fruit trees, plenty of water and good-looking peasant girls. Sometimes we go to San Antonio to see the Vo family;
