The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-03-11

the Manzanores. Cross with me this beau
tiful Puente del Toledo tToledo bridge),
whence the grand view of the city of Mad
rid towers up against the brilliant blue
dome Of sky-the yellow mass of buildings,
the red-ttled roofs, the city's picturesque
ensemble of architecture silhouetted
against the azure light. To the left you
see the Palaclo Real, the great palace of
Madrid, whence enanate the happenings
of to-day. And in this ancient and superb
pile, within this palace of CASTLE where
crowned heads tremble, already, at the red
mutterings of revolution, stand the arms
OF Columbus and the hull of the immortal
Pintal In the orient sunlight the Palaco
Real glitters like marble vision; but in
the moonlight 1t towers deathlike ghost
like, pallid phantasm
The last resting place of the dead Cas-
lillian noble is in a cemetery of striking
and weird interest only a little way be-
yond the Toledo bridge. This cemetry Is
very large enclosure, containing chapel
architecture raised by the moneyed fami-
lies of Spain above their dead, where the
head of the Antique house hopes to lie in
his turn, one of these days Some of the
finest examples Of modern sculpture and
architecture are to be found within this
cinerary-and sinister-enclosure. APP
preaching this graveyard, you come to
where the initial services are held over
the dead. Passing to the rear of this
chapel, you reach a large inner court
where you pause in amazement. Is 1t
bit out Of old monastic life? viii you
hear behind you that one chill word which
the Trappist father speaks as he walks,
gaGnt, silent, alone around his open grave
"Memento mori!' Are you in the thir-
teenth or the nineteenth century? You
rub your eyes and gaze around you again
You look up and thank God that the sun
is still shining, that you have come by
do nd
dread midnight to visit this terrible char
nell house, where the very air crawls with
DEATH where you see the fattened worm
exude from the damp, moist, clayey
ground and twist away in horrible hero
glyph This court is surrounded by a
great wall twenty feet Highland the wall
is pigeon-holed with vaults. This wall is
the very earliest historic record that can
be found of the nobility of Spain. Dates
or the twelfth and thirteenth centuries
are found upon the small sealed brass
doors that have closed forever upon the
cofhn. On the door of each pigeon-hole
Is the name of the family and the name
OF the inmate. Photographs of the dear
and loved ones, little images of Christ.
or the Virgin, of the entire holy family
are Fastened around the door A family
VIII have a tier OF pigeon-holes right
straight up. On nearly every one Of these
sepulture doors hangs a bead wreath.
Now this bead-wreath business gives
employment 10 hundreds of work women
IN and around Madrid. 1t is so extremely
fashionable and high-bred to have a bead
wreath at your funeral. Indeed, a truly
noble funeral cannot go on without a bead
wreath. These wreaths are really works
or art, In their way. Some of them con-
tain a globe of glass in the center with
images In the middle OF them. These
images are Of wax. Sometimes YOU see
a lock Of hair, or a note from the beloved
and prayers for the departed soul. Right
ghostly all this, but tremendously human
We are forcibly reminded of the sharp
strange chronological link between the
Spaniards tomb and that of the priest
Napu Opar. at the City of a Hundred
Gates, at Egyptian Thebes, where his
Itinerary tablet, carved In granite and
basalt. seven feet high. prays that Osiris,
the great god, may grant sepulchral
meals, burnt incense. and wine and all
good sweet things TO the Ka (the Immor-
tai Self OF Napu. the Holy Priest Of
Maui.
The bead-work of the wreaths is always
IN black and white. These are the fashion
able colors for the narrow house. The
Saxon would call this black and white
second mourning but IL Is the noble
Castilian's first deuil The black and
white bead-work is done in designs OF
every descriptions scroll-work flowers,
Qlceu pdlNeIuhs OF ecCleSihbtiCdl treatment
In this gaunt courtyard. pigeon-holed I'M
TO death, there are great and beautiful
cedars, no doubt planted as memorial
trees by the occupants OF the pigeon-holes
Passing through this courtyard and up
magnificent flight of stairs, you enter
the domain OF the mortuary chapels. IL Is
a great city OF the dead. containing Ave
or six acres OF land. The chapels are SUI
perb bits OF architecture, far exceeding IN
beauty the buildings In the city Of Mad