By what _bizzarrerie_ does it happen that Sardanapalus is discovered in Greek literature under the name of Tenos Concoleros? For the Southern Literary Messenger. EXTRACTS FROM MY MEXICAN JOURNAL. Visit to Tescuco--Bath of Tescusingo--Otumba--Aqueduct of Zempoala--Agave Americana--Pyramids of Teotihuacán. DECEMBER 25, 1825. Mr. P. and myself left Mexico at half past nine this morning for _Tescuco_. We travelled in a Mexican coach, equipped in the usual style, and loaded with the usual encumbrances of beds, &c. Following the road which leads towards _Vera Cruz_ as far as the little Indian town of _Los Reyes_, we there left it to cross the dry bed of the lake of _Tescuco_, upon the border of which we had been riding, to the small village of _La Magdalena_; and soon reached a pretty and well cultivated country, strewed thickly with villages and farmhouses (_haciendas_). After passing Chiquluapa and Quautlalpa, we again were in view of the lake, which an intervening ridge had intercepted. On the left, less than a league from Tescuco, is the fine _hacienda_ of Chapingo, owned by the Marquis of Vivanco. Between this and the town, we passed what is called "El puente de los Bergantines"--a pile of strongly cemented stone, through which the road is cut, presenting not the slightest resemblance to a bridge. But this is classic ground, for here Cortes is said to have launched his vessels into the lake upon that memorable occasion which preceded the destruction and capture of the seat of the Mexican Empire. On entering a place so celebrated in the histories of the Conquest, the wretched adobe-built houses near the gate of the town, might well diminish the enthusiasm of the traveller and the antiquarian, were not his attention caught by a large artificial pile, now in ruins, without the gate to the right. Every thing connected with this remarkable people is interesting, even although the remaining vestiges are too slight to enable one to trace them distinctly and satisfactorily. Such is the nature of this ruin; but the presumption may not be altogether unfounded, that this was the site of an ancient temple, and perhaps the centre of this once great city. We arrived at two o'clock, the distance from Mexico being seven leagues by the route we were obliged to travel, but only five across the lake. After an introduction to the ladies of the house, to which we had been kindly invited, we were conducted to the cock-pit, where we were presented to our host. We found it filled with men, women, and children, all taking a lively interest in the scene; but as we were less ardent sportsmen, we soon left the place, eager to commence our rambles in search of antiquities.