The result has been, that the frontiers, being now unprotected by the military garrisons or presidios, which were established there, and deserted by the missionaries, the Indians are no longer kept under subjection, either by the force of arms or by the good counsels and persuasive influence of their padres. The Mexican territory is in consequence perpetually exposed to their invasions—whole families are massacred by the savages, who exchange guns for rifles, which they already know how to use, and these evil consequences are occasionally and imperfectly averted at a great expense to the republic. Bustamante has indeed been making an investigation lately as to the funds and general condition of these establishments, with the intention of reestablishing some similar institutions; but as yet I believe that nothing decisive has been done in this respect. . . . .
Near the convent there is a beautiful garden, where we sometimes walk in the morning, cultivated by an old monk, who, after spending a laborious life in these distant missions, is now enjoying a contented old age among his plants and flowers. Perhaps you are tired of my prosing, (caused by the apparition of the old lay-brother) and would prefer some account of him in verse.
An aged monk in San Fernando dwells,
An innocent and venerable man;
His earlier days were spent within its cells,
And end obscurely as they first began.
