San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1896-10-25

and hustle, into the picturesque
dreamy, indOlent land of mana
ma, is but a short journey from
the United Staes, but far enough
for changes so sudden costumes
and customs so different, that we
must adjust our mental attitude
quickly to the ever-changing
panorama.
Before starting into a foreign
land some unfortunate travellers
are disposed to fill their valises
with criticisms and OdiOus com
PARSONS.
This class of goods passes the
custom house readily enough, but
when the weary traveller home
ward turns he is not only disap-
pointed over time and money
lost, but disposed to complain of
others, "whO have enjoyed so
much and gained so much in
health, knowledge and expert
ence."
Whether we be upon the road
to Mexico or upon that longer,
broader and rOugher road called
Life, the smiles or frOwns we
wear and the kind of bundles we
select will make just the world"
of difference in seeing sunshine or
shadow upon the pathway.
Go to sleep in the mood of a
philosopher, but awaken an en-
thusiast.
Awaken in time to herald the
ascending sun upon it's high and
lofty affairs, for the Wintre noun
tains, just beyond nesting Mon
terey, is hallowed with its bright
est disks of orange, purple and
gold.
At its base the morning clouds
still spread their fieecy blankets
between us and the wooded
slopes, but above and between
the peaks and crags we catch a
glimpse of a glorious dawn.
A dawn like unto that which
made the ancient Aztecs clothe
the uncomprehended powers of
nature with all the truth and glo-
ry of divinity.
The sun gradually creeps and
spreads in scattered glory its
wealth of warmth and bright
ness, the soft valances of mist are
dispelled, the Wintre stands bare
and veilless, but not less beauti-
full.
Sunlight and shadows without
the changing hues of early dawn
mountain to the left be-
comes jeweled equipment fit
for the royal heirs of Montezuma's
line, carved by a princess of the
ancient Aztec line as a monument
to the miraculous cures of the
waters of TOpO Chico. We can
believe the story of your birth!
In shape no imagination, in
smiles of the sun god light and
sparkle, Elusive, allowing, beck
Oning, a native opal of richest
hue set in the golden glory of
early dawn.
The glory of the evening but
rivaled the morn, for the morn
shone bright and clear upon the
balconies of the beautiful marble
hotel, Topo Chico. We sat and
watched the lights and shadows
as they fingered among the dis
tant peaks though under a softer,
lighter cloak,
Beauty and rest infinite.
Where and whence lies not be-
yond. We are too far this side to
solve the mystery, but the day
will come, and Natures love will
lead to Natures God, so, grand
old peaks, good night!
The next morning bright and
early, we wind our way about the
of Monterey.
Past the display of tiligree jew
elry in the little shops, past the
Spanish drawn work temptingly
held out to us by street vendors,
past the tricks of trade and noise
of bargains, into the quiet old ca
thedral.
But our mood is more artistic
than devotional, so we look
around and carry away the mem
DRY of dim lights, kneeling fig
ures upon bare floors, old pictures
and beautifully carved doOrways.
We cross the portal and proceed
on our way to the market.
Interesting architecture, curl
Gus barred windows, glimpse of
interiors and furni-