On the Sunday before sailing out of the port of Vera Cruz, I went in search of some amusement; and commenced strolling through town in hopes of finding it. In my walk, I came across a man seated under an awning, which he had erected in the street, where he was dealing "Faro." A number of people were betting against his "bank," and I lingered awhile to watch the game. Amongst others who were betting, was a drunken mule-driver, who had been so far unfortunate as to lose all his money--amounting to about one hundred dollars. The "MD"--as the mule-drivers were sometimes styled--either justly, or not, accused the gambler of having cheated him. He made so much disturbance, that he was at length forced away from the table by others standing around it--who, no doubt, were interested in the game. The "MD" went into a public-house near by; and soon after came out again, carrying a loaded rifle. Advancing within about twenty paces of the table where the gambler was engaged, he called out to the crowd to stand aside, and let him have a shot at the "skunk," who had cheated him. "Yes," said the gambler, placing his hand on a revolver, "stand aside, gentlemen, if you please, and let him have a chance!" Those between them, obeyed the injunction in double quick time; and, as soon as the space was clear enough to give a line for his bullet, the gambler fired--before the "MD" had raised the rifle to his shoulder. The mule-driver was shot through the heart; and the game went on! We had an interesting voyage from Vera Cruz to New Orleans. The hardships of the march and camp were over. Some were returning to home and friends; and all were noisy--some with high animal spirits, and some with strong ardent spirits, known under the name of _rum_. There was much gambling on the ship, and many rows to enliven the passage; but I must not tarry to describe all the scenes I have met, or the narrative of the Life of a Rolling Stone will be drawn out too long for the patience of my readers. We landed in New Orleans, were paid what money was due to us, and disbanded--each receiving a bounty warrant for one hundred and sixty acres of land. In the company to which I belonged, were some of my countrymen, who had been in the English army; and I often conversed with them, as to the comparative treatment of the soldiers of the English and American armies. I shall give the conclusion we came to upon this subject. A majority of English soldiers have relatives whom they visit and with whom they correspond. The reader will easily understand that when such is the case, thousands of families in the United Kingdom have more than a national interest in the welfare of the army, and the manner its soldiers are treated. The sympathies of the people are with them; and a soldier, who may be ill-used, has the whole nation to advocate his cause.