The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1892-03-31

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Yet the fact remains that there is abso-
lutely no intemperance compared with
what may be found in our own country,
where bad whiskey abounds and well
! meaning organizations have bestowed up
on it the fictitious allurement of forbid
den fruit. On ordinary days drunken
men are seldom met ON the streets of Mon
tevideo; the exceptions, by no means
numerous-may be found on the evenings
of patriotic or religious tiestas, when cana
flows more freely. And sometimes, or
of the Queen or the Prince of Wales, the
midnight tranquility is disturbed by loyal
Britons, winding, rail-fence fashion, home
from their club, making the welkin ring
with songs of borrowed patriotism, such
as "John Browns body and ''Marching
through Georgia.
| Paso del Molino, the aristocratic suburb,
is distant about half an hour ride by tram
way from the central cathedral and has a
splendid avenue skirting the bay. Here are
the quint0S, OF country homes of Monte
video' wealthiest merchants and officials,
amid a display of luxurious extravaganza
akin to that of the Roman villas of the COL
| den age, as described by Horace. The casas
are mostly one storied, OF quaintest arch
| itecture, and gaudiest paint. each appear
ing to out-lierod its neighbors in grotes-
que effects. The styles of architecture in
clude severest Moorish and Ilorid Gothic
Chinese, Indian, Hindoo and some pres
ent rare combinations of all known STYLES.
with good deal of originality thrown in
All are surrounded by statues, fountains
gravel paths and marble benches, embow-
cred amid flowers and fruit trees, and so
genial is the climate that the flowers pre-
serve their color and fragrance from year
to year, making the Paso a continuous
garden of perpetual spring.
By the way, one of the handsomest of
these ideal houses is owned by former
Philadelphian, Mr.. W. D. Evans, whose
romantic story is worth telling. Nearly
forty years ago he shipped from the U. S.
on board sailing vessel bound for Uru-
quay. Just above Montevideo he was
wrecked by pampero, as many another
seaman has been before and since. and
cast ashore penniless, a stranger in a
strange land, whose language even he did
not understand His whole earthly pos
sessions We're the ter-soaked clothes
upon his back and battered boat, which
he had managed to save from the wreck.
But he was rich in Drawn and courage,
and having patched up the boat, began
life anew as a cargador, conveying pas
sengers and their luggage to and from yes
sells i'll the harbor He got on famouslv
for about a week, when another evil dis
posed pampcro caught him outside the
harbor, overturned the boat, and left him
for drowned For hours he hoated around
clinging to the keel till rescued by the
crew of a passing steamer. The officers of
the vessel, pleased with tile man evident
pluck offered him good place in their
employ; but he respectfully declined it,
asking only for assistance to right his
boat, that he might sail back to town.
They told him the old tub vas good for
nothing and would better be left to drift !:
but lie replied with tears in his ewes that
while she WAS not pretty to look at, She
was very dear to him. having twice say ed
his life and being all he owned in the
world. So they helped him to get her
right end up again, and he sailed to Mon
tevideo and to fortune In the centre of
his private park, which is said to be the
finest in all South America, is a nlasniti-
cent bronze fountain, and in the basin
thereof, among gold fish and speckled
trout floats the old boat, still as well pre-
served as its owner. The millionaire de
clares that she is his most precious pos
session, and rain or shine, he goes to visit
her every day. When showing her to Wis
itors he says: ''She never was much of a
boat in the way of beauty, but to me she
is the most beautiful object under the sun
Twice she saved my life, and when was
dead broke she was my only frend-and a
faithful one, too
DO you see that man, galloping pellmell
with infinite clatter down the street, drag
ging a strange brown bundle behind. that
| bumps over the stones like huge rubber
ball? You would hardly imagine that he
is making butter, now, would youo but
such is the case. All the butter that is
eaten in Uruguay is made in that same
manner. The modus operandi is as fol-
lows: The dairyman pours the milk,
| (warm from the COW without stirring)
into an inflated sheep skin which has the
wool side turned in. He ties it securely.
| bitches it to his saddle by ii good strong
lasso, and gallops off to town-perllaps
| five or ten miles away. with the sack
| humping along behind him. OF course
the churning is thorough and by the
time his destination is reached. the but
ter is made. Then he has only to 60 from
! door todoor among his patrons, labelling
out desired quantities with wooden dip
per. TO be sure it does not taste much
like the lubricator we are accustomed to