On the evening of the day on which the election for the members of the Junta terminates, a military band, with the balloon, or globe, preceding it, and attended by a crowd of young men, parades through the streets. The band stops opposite the houses of the members, and performs an air or two; the mob--if there is such a thing as a mob in Buenos Ayres--all the time shouting, "Viva la Patria!" "The representatives of the people for ever!" &c. If the Buenos Ayreans were to see our last day of an election--the thousands of mobility and patriots, hoarse with bawling--the banners--the rough music of marrow-bones and cleavers, tuned from counter-tenor to double bass--the sight, I think, would astonish, if not frighten them.[31] [31] Sir Murray Maxwell, of H.M.S. _Briton_, lying at Monte Video, honoured us with a visit, in June, 1824. The last time I saw this veteran seaman, previous to his arrival here, was under a shower of cabbage stumps, carrots, turnips, mud, &c. upon the hustings at Covent Garden, when a candidate to represent Westminster. Sir Murray's unaffected and amiable manners greatly pleased the British in Buenos Ayres; and the remembrance of his Chinese exploits rendered him an object of considerable interest. It was a singular coincidence that the French Admiral, Rosamel, who had been Sir Murray's prisoner, in the war with France, should, at the same time, be on a visit to Buenos Ayres. The French admiral, who, in person, looks a complete John Bull, attended the theatre, with his officers, in full uniform. His is the nation for effect. Our officers seldom visit the theatre; and when they do, it is in plain clothes. The French naval uniform appears more like a military one--the blue coat, buttoned close to the neck, and tassels.