The Dallas weekly herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1885, 1873-07-26
WHOLE NUMBER 1924


Board walks had been laid down In
the street through which the process
sion passed and as soon rs they were
once by, the boards were removed, and
ten minutes after the service at the al
tars were over, nothing remained 10
mark the spot save n few withered
| flowers. ....... ..r..
! As the priests of the different
churches must participate in the grand
parade of the 18th inst, in the city, the
day was not celebrated in the suburbs.
until to-day, Sunday, when each parish
| church has its own procession. We
were fortunate enough to have our
dwelling place on street through
which the train passed, and about nine
o'clock this morning We were attracted
70 the window by the sound Of music.
Looking out, we saw the train ap-
proaching. .NH u.t
First camethree men in scarlet gowns
with white sacques over, and small
scarlet capes over these. They carried
banners, and were followed by a train Of
old men and women, intOning their
prayers most devoutly. AchOir 0fboys
singing came next, and then train of
about two hundred and fifty boys under
ten years of age. Then three men in
brown gowns and capes, with white
sacques, carrying banners, and behind
them n military band playing martial
music, which seemed hardly in accord
ance with the peaceful solemnity of
the occasion,
Now comes the beautiful part of the
procession. 1t reminded one of the
transformation of the Butterfly. Yes
terday saw hundreds of brown little
grubs, with their heads covered with
little white, brown and black balls;
to-day l see company of angelic crea-
lures in airy white, with floating, wavy
or curling tresses, their bright eyes
beaming, and their sweet faces glow
ing.
Yesterday they were plain, common,
homely; to-day so beautiful, so full OF
of chlldiike innocence, so happy, so
ignorant of life, that the sight of them
brought tears to my eyes, as thought
of what the probable future held for
each of them. Dear little creatures, as
Mrs. Hemans sadly sings: tt's.sr,.
s'Womau's n lot is on you, silent tears to weep =.
TO watch tht stars out by the bed of pain "
And to make idols, and to find thtm clay
And to bewail that worship, -
Therefore pray"
Following this garland of little hui
man buds came a choir chanting SOL
cmn strain, broken in upon every now
and then by the boating OF the. drums,
which We're carried upon board which
looked like the top Of an old kitchen
table, and the drums themselves like
two old sieves covered with raw hide
instead of wire. A man walked be-
hind them, and, ns the fit happened to
sieac him, pounded first ON one and
then on the other, and two men who
followed him set up great footing Oh
brass horns.
The holy fathers now appeared, walk
ing under canopy carried by four
priests, and nicellaneous crowd
brought up the rear. Of course, when
the priests reached the altar, the head
ofthe procession was far up the street,
but tinformation from reliable sOurces''
leads us to believe that the banner
bearers i'm the van knew how to im-
prove the time in taking n refreshing
glass Of beer while the service WIS be-
ing performed in the rear.
At each altar an ''evangelium" was
read, hymn sung, and the train
moved on. AS soon rs il had passed,
the flowers with which the altar was
decorated were distributed to the eager
crowd, who pressed around, eager to
have holy relic. took my place
with the rest, and received ~ boquet Of
bachelors buttons, n very appropriate
flower for priests to employ, Thought
In u few minutes the train was out
of sight, the music dying away in the
distance, the altar gone, the bushes
piled up in the street, the grass swept
up into heaps; but all day long the
fragrance of new-mown hay filled the
air, and we wished that it might soon
again be Corpus Christi day.
= r W WELT AUSTEILUNG. jn