Tuesday, December 12th. [1848]

Was in my room at my new boarding-place most of the day, selecting and learning some phrases in Spanish, to make myself understood, if possible; for no one speaks English here.

In the evening Señor Papin, a Spaniard, invited mo, with some others from the hotel, to his house in the city. I went with Mr. N. There were two pretty young ladies, and after tea they gave us music on the piano and harp, to which all waltzed, danced, and sung. They sang a number of very fine Spanish songs. The one who played the harp was only thirteen years of age, though she seemed sixteen or eighteen.

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