The Sacristan, Who Guards It, Was Yet In Bed; And It Was Veiled From Our Eyes In A Side-Chapel By Great Dirty Damask Curtains, Which Could Not Be Removed, Except When The Sacristan's Toilette Was Done, And At The Price Of A Dollar.

So we were spared this mosaic exhibition; and I think I always feel relieved when such an event occurs.

I feel I have done my duty in coming to see the enormous animal: if he is not at home, virtute mea me, &c. - we have done our best, and mortal can do no more.

In order to reach that church of the forbidden mosaic, we had sweated up several most steep and dusty streets - hot and dusty, although it was but nine o'clock in the morning. Thence the guide conducted us into some little dust-powdered gardens, in which the people make believe to enjoy the verdure, and whence you look over a great part of the arid, dreary, stony city. There was no smoke, as in honest London, only dust - dust over the gaunt houses and the dismal yellow strips of gardens. Many churches were there, and tall half-baked-looking public edifices, that had a dry, uncomfortable, earth-quaky look, to my idea. The ground-floors of the spacious houses by which we passed seemed the coolest and pleasantest portions of the mansion. They were cellars or warehouses, for the most part, in which white-jacketed clerks sat smoking easy cigars. The streets were plastered with placards of a bull-fight, to take place the next evening (there was no opera that season); but it was not a real Spanish tauromachy - only a theatrical combat, as you could see by the picture in which the horseman was cantering off at three miles an hour, the bull tripping after him with tips to his gentle horns.

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