Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-12-07

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 mantle interest and wonderful beauty Something of all this seemed to Derwent expressed in the scene before him, in the tropical loveliness of the beautiful pleas ure ground and in the Old World grace and solidity of every object fashioned by the hand of man. From the stone bench on which he sat, with its high back and sculptured ends, that might have been taken from classic picture, to the noble towers of the two great churches that look at each other across the Plazuela Morelos and of which he had a glimpse through one of the leafy avenues, all was suggestive of Europe in the days when craftsmen were artists, when men wrought with a beauty and skill that the world of today can only feebly copy, and builded not only for themselves but for the generations that were to follow them. Yet to fancy himself even for moment in a European city was impOs- sible. If the Spaniard planted deep in the land of the Aztec his art, his laws, his language and his faith, he left-un- like other conquerors of whom we know the race to whom God had given it, and today in the city of CorteZ the young stranger had seen Aztec faces fill ing the churches, the streets and the market places, and forms so purely h. dian that they might have met the con- quistadores passing down the beautiful avenues and lettering around the shaded fountains of the Alameda.
 There was to him so much interest in the striking contrasts of the scene-in the close juxtaposition of a brilliant | civilization with the most primitive | types of human life-that he let his thoughts wander far back into the his | tory of this fascinating land, while a succession of different figures came down the shaded vistas, passed around the great basin of the fountain that occupied the center of the circle where he sat and disappeared in some one of the radiating walks Now it was young man who looked as if he might have stepped from the pavement of Pall Mall, then a sandaled peon in wide cotton trousers, gayly striped blanket and straw som- brero; next gentleman with Spanish dignity in every line of face and figure; presently a group of Mexican ladies, silken clad, lace draped, on their way to mass, with ivory prayer books and silver l EOSdTleS III LueIE udIllSI t ItI lebCCO woman with baby wrapped in the close folds of her blue scarf passed, followed by pair of prettily dressed American or English girls, with the sunlight gleam- ing on their golden hair; group of young officers with clanking swords made with their uniforms bright effect of color; and band of lovely children attended by their Indian nurses, paused where a vender of dulees had erected his stand and broke into a chatter of sweet Spanish sounds.
 This constantly varying procession had been going on for some time, wher tall, broad shouldered young man with nsract r1nnristallahly Amorino1 advanced in a leisurely manner dowr one of the avenues, caught sight of tho quiet figure in the hickering shadow and quickened his pace as he approach ed it.
 Well met, Derwentp' he said. '' was on my way to the Iturbide to lool you up. But see you have found youl way to the right place; only you ar rather early" He glanced at his watcl as he sat down. "Eleven o'clock; not 8, early as thought. It will not be lonl now before all the world will be here"
 "A good deal of the world seems to b here at present." said Derwent. 'I hay been watching for some time the re markedly varied character of the peopl ! passing"