I could not close with him now, and he declines holding himself bound by the offer, at any future time. Memo. to keep it in view. David Brown had made a similar proposition, and would put his land at thirty-three cents.
Capt. Sherman's horses were returned this evening, and his wagon will be got off tomorrow.
Col. Edwards has determined to go to the U. S. and solicit donations from the ladies, to raise a regiment for the defense of Texas. Gave him letters to Mrs. Gray, and Browne, Barton and Botts, Green Triplet and Peyton, and C. H. Smith.
Wrote to J. M. Patton, Mrs. Gray, Dr. Barton, Wm. Bryan (N. O.).
In conversation today, offered myself to the members elect as the secretary to their Convention, in which I am much encouraged by them. My main object in doing so is to become acquainted with the leading men of Texas, with its history, politics, resources, etc. The office of secretary to the Convention will, perhaps, accomplish all that better than any other position I can hold. It may be a stepping stone to something better. Wrote to Major James Gaines, to Gen'l McFarland, and to Col. Houston, on the subject, also to the delegates elect from San Augustine. Memo. to learn as soon as possible the names of the members elect, and apprize them of my intention.
Sunday, February 7, 1836
I shall record a remarkable occurrence, which illustrates the manners and customs of the native Mexicans, a part of which I witnessed. A little child, the daughter of Miguel Cortenoz, died yesterday. She had had the meazles, was recovering, went out in cold, damp weather, took cold, and died suddenly. The family lived opposite to Colonel Edwards. The poor mother made loud and heart rending lamentations, which were heard from time to time all the evening, in which she lavished on the departed child all the endearing epithets in which the Spanish language is remarkably rich, and called upon the Virgin and all the saints in the Roman calendar. The child was laid out in a room opening on the street in full view. During the evening the neighbors began to assemble, a violin was obtained, and the musician played all his liveliest airs for their amusement. No grief was manifested by anyone but the bereaved mother. And the contrast between her wailing and the lively tones of the violin was horrid. About