Constitutional Whig

Twelve Years' Military Adventures.

A Spanish Priest.—He was a ruffian looking fellow whose chief occupation with the army was that of a mule-dealer, buying those animals in the country, and selling them in the camp at a great profit. I was told by our Colonel, that in the preceding campaign, he was sitting one day at table with his Padre, when the patron of the house came to beg that Senhor Padre would go up stairs immediately, to render the last offices of religion to a dying Spanish officer. He looked sulky on being disturbed at his meal, but could not refuse. The Colonel followed; but instead of a solemn ceremonial, as he expected, he saw the Padre take a crucifix out of his pocket, and thrust it into the face of the dying man, vociferating at the same time, "Jesus! Jesus!" Perceiving no signs of acknowledgment from the poor officer, whose glazed eye and quick respiration denoted his speedy dissolution, he pocketed his crucifix, and descended to finish his beef-steak and his bottle.