News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1888-03-08

graph went down to swell the list.
Away I'D overhead is the dome, the
painting still visible. 1t was neatly
perforated from side to side by one Of
Tavlor's solid shot, and the holes are
still there. affordlng excellent ventila-
ton. From the palace you have a
fine view of the city, the plains of
Monterey and the pass through the
mountains to Saltillo, through which
the railroad runs. After an hours
sight seeing We bid the guards "adois"
and departed, leaving the woman still
in search of something. We gladly
took the street cars back, as it was
hot and our limbs were weary, and
we were soon back analvzing Mexican
grub. 1t is said one half of the world
knows not how the other half lives.
So it is, and the figures might be
placed affording even greater contrast.
1t is impossible &c convey to the read
er the spell that possesses one as he
strolIs along Monterey's boulder paved
streets, charmed by the types of by
gone centuries. Here and there he
will see the Aztec and Taltec, pure
and simple, as in the days of the Mon
tezumas, and their women grinding
corn on the stone and preparing the
~unleavened bread (tortillas) with many
Il vigorous spat, not unlike the He
brew women two thousand years ago.
Nay, more; he will see the dark
skinned senoritas with their urns neat
Iv balanced on their heads, at the
fountain for water as were Rebecca
and Rachael in the days OF the Patri-
archs. In fact he will see much of the
past in real life, in the manners, GUS
toms, agriculture, and especially in
The architecture of the country. And
would you shut out the noisy bustling
world, with its schemes OF commerce,
its great enterprises and exhibitions
of genius, just enter n of their mar
keLs and YOU fluid yourself carried back
to the days of Abraham. There sits
u dark mIld-eyed woman on a rude
Tiled floor, with her ~lentiIs, pepper and
algums on one side and her big cop
per contavos on the other. Behind
her stands a boy with his kids and
doves, with sandals on his feet, and is
d"evotiDg his time TO a piece of sugar
cane, the juice IF which trIckles down
the corners of his mouth. The scene
is one of centuries gone, without a
tint or touch of the present. 1t is
both antique and unique, a sort of liv-
ing panorama. We move along to
II of the many charming plazas,
where gather in the evening the Young
and old, the lover and the loved, buL
not 10 link arm in arm in promenade.
There the lovers look at each other
and nod TO each other as they pass.
The ome take the inside circle and
walk to the right, while the men form
an outer circle and walk to the left.
Here vas where We displayed our ig-
at first. We struck off re-
CARELESS of custom around the plaza,
until we were hailed by a friend on
one of the strects-"Say, any one
would know you fellows were grin
Cos ; you are walking the wrong way"
OUCH was Tue SOleiun ldCG we were
walking around the same way as the
ladies'. We had been Going the Solo
mou act and holding our heads high.
but the collapse was complete, and in
concert we murmured
Lay our waxen hoofs together.
Fold back our long AMI spreading ears,
For we have gone to join our hee haw
With the music of the spheres.
And we went in the Silly night,
vending our way homeward through
the dark and narrow streets, startling
the natives with Bridget Donahue"
and Come to my Arms Nora OAR
ling" Soon We were tucked in our
little blankets and after an u%nsuccess-
full effort to route the bed-bugs and
mosquitoes, W. forgot our sorrows in
blessed sleep. So asleep leave us,
cruel reader, and with five pangs OF
regret and a sprinkling of tears, we
bid you ''adois." WHISPERS.