St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-05-25
SPANISH BULL FIGHT.
Graphic Description of the
Cruel and Blood-Curdling
Spectacle.
Many Horses Are Mangled to
Death, While the
Sword
Lays Out Six Feroeious Bulls
at One Mat
inee.
Art and Architecture in Spain
as Seen by a st. Paul
Girl.

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May 8, lS91.-At last, at last, we are in
beautiful Seville. [ can no more realize
it than L could realize that l was in
Rome until had been there about a
month";. Mr. B., sister and left Nal
aga Wednesday morning at 7:30 and
reached here at p. III. Just think of
it; going at the rate Of fifteen or
twenty miles an hour. AT every sta
ton we waited any time from five min
utes to twenty, principally to allow the
engineer to get off and sit down on the
railroad track to smoke 4 cigarette. |
never saw such place; it's the most
extraordinary country | was ever in.
Wednesday evening we were rather
tired out, 50 retired early. Thursday
morning we got up at S, bathed, had a
cup of coffee and started out to see the
town. Went first to the carload or hos
| pital to see about a dozen of Murilla's
pictures. very fine ones, painted during
his prime. We were we'll enabled to
enjoy them and to appreciate them.
after our study OF the old Italian mas
tiers. But Murillo was not entirely new
to our eyes, for we had seen several ex-
ceient paintings of his, both in Vienna
and in Italy. AS colOrist he can com
pete with Raphael. l think. even if the
latter was a king. We next Ewent to
the AlcaZar, and there l was appalled,.
| If L could only give you faint idea of
| the beauty there is in that building
| Except the Alhambra there is nothing
| like it OH earth. It's so entirely differ
ent, of course, to anything we had been
accustomed to in Italy that [ hadn't a
word to say. We had examined care
fully and closely in Italy mosaics, freS-
Goes, paintings and ruins, butnever had
l been placed
Side by Side
with the exquisite delicate architecture
| of the MOors. The arches and walls
were moSaics, but so different from the
mosaic of the Romans. The latter, all
animals, are scenes from battles; this,
fine, dainty lines running in various di-
rectlOnS. The ether, square stone blocks
of half an inch; this, little slips of an
inch or two in length and the diameter
of wooden toothpick. laid together
with marvellous precision and patience.
| The other, III brilliant colorS of green,
red, brown, black and white; this in
cOlors which blend most exquisiteIv.
The walls of one room were green and
gold. another yellow and white, third
pink and green, fourth red and blue
etc. Like everything in Spain, there is
| marble patio or court WiCh all the
! rooms opening into it. The patio has
no covering, and the rooms no doors. |
| suppose it never rains nor is ever cold
| i'll this perfect country. On some walls
a large white space was left. and on
asking the guide the reason of this he
explained that the rich feathers of Cor
dova, still so renowned, were hung in
those places. What perfect residence
for those old Moorish kings. 1t makes
one pity them, and feel sorry that they
have gone, their power broken. A great
nation they were, to be sure, and their
architecture is quite unequalled. My
sympathies were always with them, and
when l see poor old creature wander
ing about the StreetSin
His Bare Limbs,
yellow shoes. white flowing draperies
and twisted turban, often look at him
commiseratingly and wonder if they
envy these people the land of their own
foretatherS, or if it is more natural for
them to do so than it is for US to long
for England, the home of our ancestors.
After we had spent some time in the
house we went to the gardens, where
indeed little Eden lay before our de-
lighted eyes. Palms thirty and forty
| ANSo his7h WIN waving III ll1O SCIlllC
| breeze, and the air was heavy with the
od6 of orange blossoms. Roses and
! pansies and lilies were in their prime,
and l reiolced that we had come Just
when we did, neither earlier nor later.
There were several fountains with
| goldfish in the pools, and on various
walks we noticed little holes in the
bricks, which were destined to make US
feel later. The guard turned a screw
and up came the water in every direc-
ton, and we scampered off those holes
i'll hurry. But it was really a pretty
sight, and looked like a fairy scene.
There was narrow corridor built along
| one side of the gardens. with open spaces
instead of windows, and l was begin
ming to Imagine the
Moorish NEafdens
strolling along, looking out over the
! gardens on moonlight nights listening
to the nightingales, whcu the attendant
| Quietly told me it had been bnilt by
that beast Pedro the Cruel. l have had
a grudge against that guard ever since.
They could hardly get me away from
! the alcaZar, it was so exquisite, but |
| am going again before we leave Seville
| We next walked to the top of the Giral-
| do tower, and had a beautiful view of
! Seville. Came home to breakfast and
| then went to the Casa de Pilatos. or
house of PLATE, built by one of the
dukes of Medina Gaeli in imitation (sup-
| posed of Pilates house. The dimen-
SlonS and arrangements of the interior
they claim to initiate, but the architect
ure is most absurd. A copy of the
Moorish mosaic, fancy, please, and a
| poor copy ct that. We didn't stay long.
as we didn't care for it much, but hur-
| RED OF to the museum to see some very
| line paintings. At 3:45 we left there
and went over to the
Bull Fight.
can never describe my feelings as
we went into the huge amphitheater. |
felt l was going to an execution. if not
| OF friend, at least of something that
was going to arouse my sympathy and
my pity. Ask ma if she remembers the
sensation when the first bugle sounded?
10 think had voluntarily come to
blood-curdlng spectacle, with my eyes
we'll open and knowing just what was
going to happen. | think nv chair he.
| gan to tremble like myself.
Well, the mayor took his seat, the
band struck up Pan y Toros" Il have
learned it on my guitar, the gates were
thrown open, and the glittering array of
actors appeared upon the scene. After
| the first man on horseback rode I'D to
the mayor and caught the key of the
gate In his hat. for which he receives SIS,
the men took their places, the gate was
unlocked and the bull let in. Mercy, he
tore in like cyclone, and when he
reached the middle of the ring stopped
and looked about him. Quite undecided,
he paved the sand. threw up his head
and shifted the air. then lowered it
again and made for the first picadore
They succeeded in exciting him little.
and then began the awful part of the
| performance, the fight with the horses.
That was awful. The poor things were
torn and
Frightfully NEangled,
and left to die on the field Of battle. I
vas glad when the bugle sounded, and
the matador came forth to stick in the
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