In minor cases of flirtation, where capital punishment is not called for, the offending party just gashes the cheek of the peccant one, and suiting the word to the action observes, “_ya estas senalaā_;” “Now you are marked.” This is precisely _winkel quarte_, the gash in the cheek, which is the only salve for the touchy honour of a German student, when called _ein dummer junge_, a stupid youth:-- “Und ist die quart gesessen So ist der touche vergessen.” Again, “_Mira que te pego, mira que te mato_,” “Mind I don’t strike thee--mind I don’t kill thee;” are playful fondling expressions of a _Maja_ to a _Majo_. When this particular gash is only threatened, the Seville phrase was, “_Mira que te pinto un jabeque_;” “Take care that I don’t draw you a xebeck” (the sharp Mediterranean felucca). “They jest at wounds who never felt a scar,” but whenever this _jabeque_ has really been inflicted the patient, ashamed of the stigma, and not having the face to show himself or herself, is naturally anxious to recover a good character and skin, which only one cosmetic, one sovereign panacea, can effect. This in Philip IV.’s time was cat’s grease which then removed such superfluous marks; while Don Quixote considered the oil of Apariccio to be the only cure for scratches inflicted by female or feline claws. [Sidenote: THE PARISH DOCTOR.] In process of time, as science advanced, this was superseded by _Unto del hombre_, or man’s grease. Our estimable friend Don Nicolas Molero, a surgeon in high practice at Seville, assured us that previously to the French invasion he had often prepared this cataleptic specific, which used to be sold for its weight in gold, until, having been adulterated by unprincipled empirics, it fell into disrepute. The receipt of the balsam of Fierabras has puzzled the modern commentators of Don Quixote, but the kindness of Don Nicolas furnished us with the ingredients of this _pommade divine_, or rather _mortale_. “Take a man in full health who has been just killed, the fresher the better, pare off the fat round the heart, melt it over a slow fire, clarify, and put it away in a cool place for use.” The multitudinous church ceremonies and holidays in Spain, which bring crowds together, combined with the sun, wine, and women, have always ensured a supply of fine subjects.