My headache, which I made so much of yesterday, is nearly gone; it is even callous to the noise. We do everything with extreme onction. We play upon the pianoforte, harp, guitar, triangle, and castagnettes with all our might, all singing at once. We all talk at once, and play at cards at once. On Tuesday we all remove to Sandon, and I cannot tell you how much I long for the repose of Tixal.