moon.

The walks and gardens of Grenada are exceedingly beautiful. The
principal promenade is called (and very appropriately) El Salon. It is
of considerable extent--about eighty feet in width, with regular lines
of lofty elms on either side, the bending branches of which nearly
meet in an arch overhead. At both extremities of this charming avenue
is a large and handsome fountain of ever-flowing water. The ground
of the walk is hard--slightly curved; and as smooth and clean as the
floor of a ball-room, where convenient seats of stone, tastefully
arranged beneath the shade of the spreading trees, seem to invite
one to meditation and repose. Outside of this lovely promenade, are
blooming gardens, teeming with roses and other flowers, which fill
the air with fragrance, while through them on one side runs the river
Darre, and on the other the Xenie--gentle streams, whose waters unite
their melodious rippling to the chorus of nightingales, ever singing
above their pleasant banks. But description is tiresome, especially
when one is attempting to present something beyond his power, so I
shall not fatigue you with it any longer: besides, a worthy English
curate, now my only companion in this wretched hotel, is boring me so
incessantly with conversation that I find it difficult to collect any
thoughts to put on paper. I wish he was already in heaven, as, surely,
he well deserves to be.

It was my intention to have gone from this place to Almeria on
horseback, but as R. has left for Madrid, I shall return to Malaga,
probably, in the diligence to-night. It leaves at 12 o'clock, under an
escort of six cavalry, which on this road is indispensably necessary.
From Malaga I shall take steamer for Valencia and Barcelona, and
according to my present calculations, will reach Paris about the first