incline to the victim in orange. The grey one—perhaps from over-confidence—has made several false movements, and has suffered much. Obstreperous noise, and betting higher and louder than ever. Another encounter, another struggle,—the greyish bird is the victor. Amid screams and languid flapping of wings, heard above the human vociferations, he is finally acknowledged the conqueror; and his partisans, after many disputes and violent altercations, receive the coins, small or large, that have been staked upon the fight.
A second battle between two fresh game cocks is announced: but we have already seen enough of such an "institution" to satisfy curiosity.
Let us change the scene for one of a more imposing kind. It is mid-day: the sun shines in his full glory upon a crowded arena; his rays being reflected back from the burning ground, from burnished arms, glistening apparel, and radiant jewels. The heat is so intense, that the veiled ladies are glad to retire beneath the shades and awnings provided for them; and sundry gallant but effeminate cavalleros are proud to bear them company. The arena is spacious, of almost oval form; and the best
