However, there is still a Rue de Candilejo in Seville, and in that street a stone bust said to be a portrait of Don Pedro. Unfortunately the bust is a modern affair. The old one was sadly defaced in the seventeenth century, and the municipal government caused it to be replaced by the one we see to-day. [22] _Rom_, husband; _romi_, wife. [23] _Calo_; feminine _calli_; plural _cales_. Literally _black_--the name by which the gypsies call themselves in their own tongue. [24] The Spanish dragoons wear a yellow uniform. [25] A gypsy proverb. [26] Saint--the Blessed Virgin. [27] The gallows, supposed to be the widow of the last man hanged. [28] The red (land). [29] _Flamenço de Roma_--a slang term to designate a gypsy. _Roma_ does not mean here the Eternal City, but the race of _Romi_, or married folk, a name which the gypsies assume. The first that were seen in Spain probably came from the Low Countries, whence the designation _Flemings_. [30] A bulbous root of which a very pleasant drink is made. [31] The ordinary rations of the Spanish soldier. [32] That is, with address, and without violence. [33] A sort of unattached body of troops. [34] The idiots, to take me for a swell! [35] A name which the common people in Spain give to the English, on account of the colour of their uniform. [36] That is to say, to the galleys, or to all the devils. [37] My lover, or rather, my fancy. [38] _La divisa_, a bow of ribbon, the colour of which indicates the place from which the bull comes. This bow is fastened in the bull’s hide by a hook, and it is the very climax of gallantry to tear it from the living animal and present it to a woman. [39] Maria Padilla has been accused of having bewitched King Don Pedro. A popular tradition says that she presented to Queen Blanche de Bourbon a golden girdle, which seemed to the fascinated eyes of the king a living serpent. Hence the repugnance which he always displayed for the unfortunate princess. The Taking of the Redoubt A military friend of mine, who died of a fever in Greece a few years ago, told me one day about the first action in which he took part. His story made such an impression on me that I wrote it down from memory as soon as I had time. Here it is: I joined the regiment on the fourth of September, in the evening. I found the colonel in camp. He received me rather roughly; but when he had read General B----’s recommendation, his manner changed and he said a few courteous words to me. I was presented by him to my captain, who had just returned from a reconnaissance. This captain, with whom I hardly had time to become acquainted, was a tall, dark man, with a harsh, repellent face. He had been a private and had won his epaulets and his cross on the battle-field. His voice, which was hoarse and weak, contrasted strangely with his almost gigantic stature. I was told that he owed that peculiar voice to a bullet which had passed through his lungs at the battle of Jena.