The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-07-30

eeption. are Catholics. a large mstori' " Tar from being enlightened members or that ancient communion. but ai good believers. and. for the most part without fanaticism. There Is none oi the distracting and wearisome rivair, Of sects. Unity of thought and Of view ing all matters of conduct is achieved and this is a great gan. for. however we may pound our heads out against the wall. we may never expect to know any more than the rest of mankind The philosophers are many and dis cordant. Optimists. pessimists and idealists. one soon comes to see that they are all like doctors in consulta- ton. the patient in this case being poor humanity. They wrangle, call names, talk stupidly and without meaning. or else deceive with Q false lucidity. and nobody is n whit the wiser.
 Unity of religion Is for us.intellectual- ly. what the sublime unity and whole ness of the sky is to our vision. It Is grand. consoling. immensely restful Where there are many pellets il is as If the blue dome of heaven were divi- ded into sections. each bearing le- gend to the effect that this is the only true exit to the other world.
 The central government should be confided to men who really enjoy gov erning. who delight in having people sitting in ante-rooms. and who have the courage to get rid in an effective manner of people of reforming and rev olutionary tendencies. Newspapers should be encouraged to discuss litera- ture and new discoveries, and to crit icise theatrical people. Politics, which is disquieting, and the tariff and sil- yer questions.' should be dealt with merely philosophicslly.
 There Is something in the electrical, highly oxygenated northern air which infuses a subtle madness into the race. People are forever stirring about and cherishing ambitions and ideals. and even the women get infected and go in for fads, and cultivate their minds in the midst of chatter of clubs. and waste on innane papers" the good ink which the wise Montaigne and the cheerful Cervantes used to so much bet ter purpose. It Is delight to see rest full. traquil women, and one finds them in Mexico, and that, too, among the higher classes who have travelled, have really lived in Paris, not merely fitting through that brilliant capital, have breathed the electric air of New York, and looked on at the varied life of northern lands, and have come home to rest and be happy the remainder of their useful, charming lives. They are content to be merely women, wives and mothers, and the proof of their happi- ness is to be read in their tranquil, cheerful glance.
 These women read. and often in diff ferent tongues; they have many ac- complishments, and are always good housekeepers, and are hospitable hos tesses in their quiet way. The great content of this tropical land rests on them, these charming women of faith and good works, of unvarying sweet ness of character. You should see
 
 their hands, and witness the love and reverence givenethem by their daugh- ters. Mexico has produced something infinitely better than it's silver and gold-its women!
 In the humber classes one finds this same tranquil happiness. The poor woman, employed fifteen hours day in cotton mill. puts flowers in her window, or hangs singing bird in it's cage on her wall, The women bearing burdens from the hills come trotting down the country roads with cheerful faces. These poor women throng, on Sundays, and at early hours on week days, the little country churches, and are the better for the sincerity of their faith.
 In every little town in Mexico you find flowers, central garden or park, and hear the song of birds. Roses, red and white, climb the garden walls and hang over the edge to salute you as you pass by. One comes to love the coun- try lanes with their rose or geranium hedge or their lofty walls on either side hiding great cool gardens, where the fountains play all day.
 Everywhere courtesy! from the peon in the field to the hacendado on his ca parisoned steed. A land of calmly flow ing days, where hurry is unknown. Go to Morelia or Queretaro, if you wish to leave the modern world of daily pa pers, telephones and railway rush. You will be in the sixteenth century. where you may rest.
 The happiest men know on this planet live in Mexico. One is a monk who lives and meditates in an old con vent which stands in a great orchard, and the other is a blind man of sixty years, who is as cheerful as the unfatl- ing sun of his land Neither of these men has any property. neither may in- yite you to banquet, open to you . splendid library. or show you treasures of art collected in wide travels. yet you win be happy with him and enjoy a se- rene hour. The monk is a saint strayed from paradise. who lives here simply to let his light shine. as is com handed An artist would like to paint his plain, good face. Young people SC to see him and value his counsels and friendship. ,-z' |. The blind man is a, welcome guest at a hundred tables. where his wit and cheerful conversation and wise philos- ophy of life make him often domestic arbiter. How much more do our bust ling millionaires get out of life? &
 My monk says: We have all of us rich and poor. just twenty-four hours in day. Eight we sleep. perhaps, ii our digestion and our consciences are sound. and ambition does not sit by our bedside planning, and the rest We have for work or recreation The whole business of life is to get out o1