The Republican journal., 1903-09-24

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ur1e Address DR.. R. V. Pierce, But
falo. N. Y.
of vegetables, cheese and other commod-
tiles on,our way to the sancatury. 10
kneel among a throng of Indians on a
floor whose tiles have been worn thin
bv the knees of centuries of worshipers
while mass is chanted and incense burn
ed, is not an uncommon experience;
but few church-goers in any land were
treated to finer music on that bright
Sunday morning than we in this far
country. One of our party, type OF
the best class of Spanish Americans, is
a musical composer of unusual genius;
and having been invited by the Cure,
he ascended the rickety organ loft and
made the long g-silent and decrepit Old
instrument speak as never IN the palm
lest days of it's youth. | am afraid that
the music, mostly improviSed, now
solemn, now joyous, now bit from
some popular opera, now an lmpasslon-
ed love-song, was hardly in accord with
the mass; but that it reached the dullest
heart was shown by the tears that fell
from many eyes. The poor Indian, the
ignorant Cholo girl, with her baby of
unknown parentage slung on her back,
and the Spanish lady of high degree,
wept without knowing why, because
the music expressed, as words could
not, the passion and disappointment of
human life, its brief snatcheS OF pleas
ure, and the inevitable end OF all IN
darkness and mastery.
The Care of Chulumani is character
not to be passed without mention.
Barely tWenty-four years of age, re-
markably handsome in a dark, sharp
featured way educated far beyond the
ken of his associates, and with almost
unlimited power i'll his little world, his
outlook upon life is certainly not a
sombre one. After mass, his youthful
excellency called upon us, in long black
gown and silky wide -brimmed hat, tied
up at the sides, shovel fashion, with
black cords and tassels. Conversation
languisheQ somewhat because of our
imperfect knowledge of Spanish: but
the Cure managed to make us under
stand that every Sunday evening a
kind of musical reunion was held at his
house in which his friends participated,
and invited us to join the company.
WE'LL we went, though only for half
an hour, having been nearly scared out
of going by reports that reached us in
the interim. The Cures well furnish
ed drawing room contains fine piano,
(how in the world did he ever get it here
over those awful Andean trails?) a cab
met organ guitars, mandolins, vlollns,
and other musical instruments. Our
| Spanish American genius rendered some
operate selections, the house-servants
were called in to give US specimen OF
| native music, and our visit was conclud-
ed with the most pleasant impressions
on all sides. 1t came out afterwards,
however, that we d i'd not see anything
of the real entertainment of the even
ing, for our musical friend, understand.
! ing the ways of his countrymen better
than we, and that their ways are not
our ways, slipped over beforehand and
posted the priest as to what are not
Sunday customs among los Americanos,
and then judiciously hurried us away
before many of the guests arrived and
the dancing and wine drinking began.
| mention this not to defame the boy
Cure, who no doubt lives up to his
lights; but beg my readers to remember
that in many lands there are other
customs than ours regarding the Sab
bath and it's obligations. Here the peo.
pie do not reserve their outward piety
for that day alone, but go to church
every day in the year; and look upon
the seventh day as one of recreation and
amusement, after morning service has
been religiously attended.
This interesting Cure has another
house in the adjacent village of
Chirca, his proper home, wherein we
breakfasted in course of our journey
when the master was absent. Such a
queer abode it is, the living rooms
above, the animals stabbed below, the
walls of the patio painted with life-sized
soldiers in scarlet and blue, rampant
lions with yellow names and emerald
eyes, and other striking devices. Un
der a bench in the room where We
breakfasted, 1 observed suit of armor,
breastplate, helmet and all, which had
probably belonged to some crusadinl
ancestor. There were scraps of wonder
full tapestry on the walls, and dear ole
pictures, though, the floors. were bare
/ and the furniture Of the simplest char
acter. Among the pile Of books, Cath