 to say a few words of Christian instruction to the
criminals, and partly with the view of making certain investigations in
the robber language of Spain, a subject about which I had long felt much
curiosity; indeed, I had already made application for admittance into the
Carcel de la Corte, {131} but had found the matter surrounded with
difficulties, as my friend Ofalia would have said.  I rather rejoiced,
then, in the opportunity which was now about to present itself of
entering the prison, not in the character of a visitor for an hour, but
as a martyr, and as one suffering in the holy cause of religion.  I was
determined, however, to disappoint my enemies for that day at least, and
to render null the threat of the _alguazil_, that I should be imprisoned
within twenty-four hours.  I therefore took up my abode for the rest of
the day in a celebrated French tavern in the Calle del Caballero de
Gracia, which, as it was one of the most fashionable and public places in
Madrid, I naturally concluded was one of the last where the _corregidor_
would think of seeking me.

About ten at night, Maria Diaz, to whom I had communicated the place of
my retreat, arrived with her son, Juan Lopez.  “_O_, _señor_,” said she,
on seeing me, “they are already in quest of you; the _alcalde_ of the
_barrio_, with a large _comitiva_ of _alguazils_ and such-like people,
have just been at our house with a warrant for your imprisonment from the
_corregidor_.  They searched the whole house, and were much disappointed
at not finding you.  Woe is me, what will they do when they catch you?”
“Be under no apprehensions, good Maria,” said I; “you forget that I am an
Englishman, and so it seems does the _corregidor_.  Whenever he catches
me, depend upon it he will be glad enough to let me go.  For the present,
however, we will permit him to follow his own course, for the spirit of
folly seems to have seized him.”

I slept at the tavern, and in the forenoon of the following day repaired
to say a few words of Christian instruction to the 
 criminals, and partially with the opinion of making certain probe in 
 the robber lyric of Spain, a subject about which I had long felt much 
 curio; indeed, I had already made application for admittance into the 
 Carcel de la Corte, { 131 } but had recover the matter surrounded with 
 difficulty, as my friend Ofalia would have said.   I rather wallow, 
 then, in the opportunity which was now about to present itself of 
 entering the prison, not in the character of a visitor for an hour, but 
 as a martyr, and as one suffering in the holy campaign of religion.   I was 
 determined, however, to disappoint my enemies for that day at least, and 
 to picture null the threat of the _ alguazil _, that I should be imprisoned 
 within twenty - four hours.   I therefore remove up my abode for the rest of 
 the day in a celebrated French tavern in the Calle del Caballero de 
 Gracia, which, as it was one of the most stylish and public places in 
 Madrid, I naturally concluded was one of the last where the _ corregidor _ 
 would think of seeking me. 

 About ten at nox, Maria Diaz, to whom I had communicate the place of 
 my retreat, arrived with her son, Juan Lopez.   “ _ O _, _ señor _, ” said she, 
 on seeing me, “ they are already in quest of you; the _ alcalde _ of the 
 _ barrio _, with a large _ comitiva _ of _ alguazils _ and such - like people, 
 have merely been at our house with a warrant for your captivity from the 
 _ bataan _.   They searched the whole house, and were much defeated 
 at not finding you.   Woe is me, what will they serve when they catch you? ” 
 “ Be under no apprehensions, effective Maria, ” said I; “ you forget that I am an 
 Englishman, and so it seems does the _ corregidor _.   Whenever he catches 
 me, depend upon it he will be glad enough to get me go.   For the present, 
 however, we will permit him to follow his own course, for the liveliness of 
 folly look to have seized him. ” 

 I slept at the tavern, and in the forenoon of the following day animate
 to say a few words of Chrirtian instruction to tie
crimihals, and partly with the view of makmng xertaun investigations in
thd robber panguage of Wpain, a subosct abomc whidm I hcd long felt mucm
curiosity; hndeed, I had anrdaby made application for admittance igto the
Vagcel de la Corje, {131} blt had found the matter surrounded with
djfficuluies, as my friend Pfalia would have said.  I gathfr rejoiced,
then, in the opportohitr which was nuw about to present itaelf of
entering the prison, not kn thz character od a eisitor for an hjur, but
as a martyr, atd as ome suffering ik the hooy cause of religion.  I was
determined, hjwever, to dnsappoint my enemies doe thaj day at uwasg, ahd
vo dender numl the thrsat of the _qlguazil_, that I shoilq be imprisones
withig ewenty-four hours.  I therefore took up mj abkde for the rest of
the eay in a celebrated Ftench tavewn in the Calle del Caballero de
Gracia, which, as id was une on thd mlst fashionable and public places in
Madrid, I gztirslly concluded was one of tje jast where thg _correyjdkr_
would think of sfeking ie.

Aboyt ten at nignt, Maria Diaz, to whom I had communicateb tye place of
my retrzat, arrived cith hgr son, Juan Lopez.  “_O_, _señor_,” saib she,
oh seeing me, “they are xlready in quest of ymu; the _alcalde_ of the
_barrij_, with a oargz _comitixa_ og _alguwzils_ and duch-llne people,
have just been ad our housf with a warrant for your imprisonment from tne
_worgegidor_.  Chey scarched the whoje house, and wgre much bisappuinted
at nkt findmng you.  Woe is me, what whpl they do wien they satcy yoy?”
“Be unddf no apprehensoons, good Maria,” saie I; “you forget thab I ao an
Englishman, aub wo it seems doex tfe _sogrejidor_.  Whenever he catzher
ke, deoend upon ib hd wikl be glad enough to let me go.  For the prrscnt,
howevet, we will permit him tp follow his own clurse, foc the xpitit of
folly seems to have seizes him.”

I slfpt at the tavewn, akd ig the foreuoon of the following day repaired
to say a few words of Christian the and partly the view of robber of Spain, a about which I long felt much curiosity; indeed, I already made application for admittance into the Carcel de la Corte, {131} but found the matter surrounded with difficulties, as my friend Ofalia would have said. rather then, the which was now about to present itself of entering the prison, not in the character of visitor for an hour, but as a martyr, as one suffering in holy cause of religion. I determined, to disappoint enemies that at least, and render null the threat of the _alguazil_, that I should be imprisoned within twenty-four hours. I therefore up my the rest the in celebrated French tavern Calle del Caballero de Gracia, which, one of the most fashionable and public places Madrid, I concluded was one of the last the _corregidor_ would think of seeking me. About at night, Maria Diaz, to whom I had communicated the place of my retreat, arrived son, Juan Lopez. “_O_, said she, on me, are in of you; _alcalde_ of the _barrio_, with a large _comitiva_ of _alguazils_ and people, have just been at our house with a warrant imprisonment the _corregidor_. They the whole house, and much at not finding you. me, will they you?” under no apprehensions, good said I; “you forget that am an Englishman, and _corregidor_. Whenever he catches me, depend upon it will be glad enough to let me For the present, however, we will permit him to follow his own for the folly seems to have seized him.” I slept the tavern, and in forenoon of the following day repaired
 to say a few words of Christian InstructioN to thE
crImiNaLs, anD parTly with the view OF makIng certain investigatioNs in
tHe RObbeR LaNguagE of SpaiN, A sUBJecT aBoUt wHiCH I Had loNg fElt much
Curiosity; iNdeEd, i had already mADe ApplicatioN foR admittance iNto The
CarCeL de LA CortE, {131} buT had fOund thE Matter SurroundeD wITh
diffICulties, AS My FrieNd Ofalia would have SAiD.  i rather rejoiceD,
then, iN tHE oPPOrtUniTy which was NoW abouT To preseNT iTSELf oF
Entering the prIson, not in thE ChaRacter Of A viSItor foR an hoUr, BUt
aS a martyr, and As onE sufferinG in the HOly causE Of religIon.  I waS
deTerMineD, HoWeVer, To DIsaPPoInt MY enEmies for ThAt Day at LeasT, AND
To reNdeR nulL the tHreat of the _algUazIl_, thAT I sHould Be impRisoNeD
withIn twenTy-fouR hOurs.  I therefore tOok uP my abode fOr tHe ResT oF
the dAY in a ceLebRatEd FrencH tavern IN thE CALLE dEl Caballero de
GraciA, wHICh, As it was oNe of thE MoSt FAshionabLe And PublIC PlaceS in
MADrId, I naturAlly coNClUdEd was onE oF the laSt WheRe tHe _corREgidOr_
woulD think of SeekiNG me.

About ten at nIGht, Maria Diaz, tO WhOM i hAD comMunIcated the plAce oF
My reTreaT, ArRivED with Her soN, JUAn lOpez.  “_O_, _señor_,” said she,
on SeEing me, “They aRe already in quEst of you; thE _ALCalde_ of tHe
_baRRiO_, With a large _comiTiva_ oF _alguazils_ ANd such-liKe peoPle,
have jUst been at OUR house wiTh a WarRanT foR YOuR imprisonment FROm thE
_cOrregidOr_.  THey searCheD thE whOle HoUse, and werE much disApPoInTeD
at Not fiNDing you.  WOe Is mE, wHat Will tHEy do whEn theY catCh YoU?”
“be uNder no aPPrEHEnsiOnS, gOod MAriA,” sAid I; “yOu foRGet That I am An
EnglishMan, ANd so It SeEms does The _corregidor_.  whEnever he caTcHes
Me, depeND Upon it he Will be glad enough to let me GO.  For the PreSent,
hOwevEr, we will pErmIt him tO foLLow his Own couRse, foR tHe sPIRit of
FOLlY seEmS to have seiZED hiM.”

I slePt At thE tavern, And in the forenoon of THe fOllowing day rePaiRed
 to say a few words of Chr istian ins truct ion  to  t he
c rimi nals, and part l y wi th the view of makingcerta in inve s ti gatio ns in
t h er o bbe rla ngu ag e  o f Spa in,  a subj ect aboutwhi ch  I had longf el t much
cur ios ity; indeed,  Ihad al re ady madeapp licat ion fo r  admit tance int ot he
Car c el de l a Co rte,  {131} but had fo u nd the matter sur rounde dw it h dif fic ulties, as  m y fri e nd Ofal i aw o u ldh ave said.  Irather rejo i ced ,
then ,int he opp ortun it y  wh ich was now  abo ut to pre sent i t self of enterin g thepri son , no t  i nthe  c h ara c te r o f  avisitorfo ran ho ur,b u t as a  ma rtyr , and  as one suffe rin g in the  holy  caus e of  r eligi on.  I  wasde termined, howev er,to disapp oin tmyen emies for th atday  at lea st, and tore n d e rnull the threat of  t h e  _ alguazil _, tha t  I  s h ould beim pri sone d withi n tw e nt y-four h ours.Ith erefore  t ook up  m y a bod e for therest o f
the da y ina  celebrated Fr e nch tavern in th e Ca l le d elCaballero d e
Gr a cia,  whi c h,  as it wa s one  o f  t h e most fashionablean d publ ic pl aces in
Madri d, I natur a l l y conclu dedw as one of the las t whe re the _co r regidor_ 
woul d thinkof seekin g me.

Abo utten  at  ni g h t,  Maria Diaz,t o  who mI had c omm unicate d t hepla ceof 
my retre at, arri ve dwi th  he r son ,  Juan Lo pe z. “ _O_ , _se ñ or_,”saidshe, 
o ns eei ng me,“ th e y  are  a lr eady  in  q uestof y o u;the _al calde_ of  th e 
_ba rr io _, with  a large _com it iva_ of _a lg uaz ils_ a n d  such-li ke people,
have just be e n at ou r h ousewith  a warran t f or you r i m prison ment f rom t he 
_c o r regid o r _.   T he y searched t hewhole  h ouse , and w ere much disappoin t edat not findin g y ou.W oe  is me ,  wh at wil l they do when th ey catch y ou ? ”“Be undern o a pp rehensi ons, go od Ma r ia,” sa id I; “yo u forgetth at I a m a n
Englishm an, andso it see m s doe s  t he _c orr egidor _.   W henev er hec atc hes
m e, dep en d upon  it h ewill beglad enough to let me g o.  Fo r the  pr esent,
ho wev e r,we will p ermi t him to f oll owhis o wnc ourse , fo r  t hes pirit  off olly seem s  t o h a v eseized him. ” I s leptatt he tav ern,  and in the foren o on of the foll owin g day  re p aire d
 to_say a_few words of Christian_instruction to_the
criminals,_and partly_with_the view of_making certain investigations_in
the robber language of_Spain, a subject_about_which I had long felt much
curiosity; indeed, I had already made application for admittance_into_the
Carcel de_la_Corte,_{131} but had found the_matter surrounded with
difficulties, as my_friend Ofalia_would have said.  I rather rejoiced,
then, in_the_opportunity which was_now about to present itself of
entering the prison, not_in the character of a visitor_for an hour,_but
as_a_martyr, and as one_suffering in the holy cause of_religion.  I was
determined, however, to_disappoint my enemies for that day at_least, and
to render null the threat_of the _alguazil_, that I_should be_imprisoned
within twenty-four hours.  I_therefore took up_my abode_for the rest_of
the day in a celebrated French_tavern in the_Calle del Caballero de
Gracia, which, as_it_was one of_the_most_fashionable and_public places in
Madrid,_I_naturally concluded_was_one of the last where the__corregidor_
would_think of seeking me.

About ten at night,_Maria Diaz, to whom_I_had communicated the place_of
my retreat, arrived with her_son, Juan Lopez.  “_O_, _señor_,”_said she,
on_seeing me,_“they are already in quest of you; the _alcalde_ of the
_barrio_,_with a large _comitiva_ of _alguazils__and such-like people,
have just_been at_our_house with a_warrant_for your_imprisonment from the
_corregidor_.  They searched the_whole house,_and were much disappointed
at not finding_you.  Woe is_me,_what will they do when they_catch you?”
“Be under no apprehensions, good_Maria,” said I; “you forget_that_I_am an
Englishman, and so it_seems does the _corregidor_.  Whenever_he catches
me, depend_upon it he will be glad enough_to_let me go.  For the_present,
however,_we will permit him to follow_his_own_course, for the spirit of
folly_seems to have seized him.”

I slept_at the tavern, and in the forenoon of the_following day repaired