Espibitu Santo, March 1. — A celebrated writer has said that what we most desire will come to us in time, if we only have patience to wait for it. After long waiting, Betsy and I have attained the acme of our ambition, having at last been permitted to go pearl-fishing. For weeks the insur mountable obstacle in the way of our desires was that bugbear propriety ; for in Mexico no amount of Mother Eve's curiosity can excuse a lady for the smallest breach of conventional rules. But finally the wife of our host obligingly consented, though evidently with doubts and misgivings, to act the part of chaperone to the venture some Americanas, who insisted on joining a pearl-hunting expedition, and so the pro prieties were duly observed. Our boat was a seven-ton affair, manned by four oarsmen, three divers, the cook, a telegraph rope man, and the ladies afore said, though the chaperone can scarcely j be included in the count, as at the first [ rolling billow she plunged into the darkest corner of the little cabin and remained hidden, in tears of terror, during the remainder of the day. Our divers were handsome mahogany-hued young fellows, but when once inside their grotesque armour, with its bulging eyes, they became objects of terror, the more uncanny when seen through twenty fathoms of water, down among the denizens of the deep. No wonder that the sharks avoid them, and even the black maneaters flee in dismay before those glassy optics. Imagine a stout i six-footer, carrying 200 pounds of fcfs own weight, covered with 40 pounds of armour on his chest, 20 on his back, plates of iron enclosing his arms and legs, a massive helmet with great, gaping lanterns for eyes, shoes of lead on his feet— at least 120 pounds of metal clothes on him— and you can readily understand why any species of fish should desire a more digestive meal. At the spot to be searched, anchor was cast, and one of the divers sent out as a scout, to reconnoitre and report; whether the locality was rich enough to pay for working. 