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49 sated with Popery the night previous. The first sight that met my eyes on going out on the balcony - after I arose - was Judas strung up by the neck - and attached to a rope stretched across the street. There he hung - the traitor the object of the excration and curses of every good Catholic on this morning. Many families have their own puppet Judas whom they dispatch simarily in a private way. In the evening the Judas which hung in the street - having been fired - exploded in a series of fieworks - and when he fell - the burning fragments were hurled about by the boys. Went to the Cathedral on Easter morning. The priests were there in full force - in their robes and caps - and cannonical garments. The place was well attended by the people. Extra service was performed. I did not understand the matter. There was readings by the priest - responses from the people - chantings from the choir - chantings from the priests - and a great number of petty ceremonies. I often wandered into the churches - which were generally open. Some service or other was continually in progression. The priests - perform church ceremonies as a matter of business. The daily mass - or prayers and ceremonies set apart to observed days - are performed by the priests without any reference to the people. If they have auditors well - if not no matter - the bare walls turn hearers - and the ritual is satisfied. Some one has told me the Spaniards - upon unlimited confidence in the three professions - and do not trouble themselves about the result - they pay the physician for taking care of their body's - the lawyers for taking care of their property - and the priests for the care of their souls. It is no concern of theirs to look after that which the belongs to another to watch. I looked about among the churches if perchance I might discover among their pictures some of merit - but of the few I found - all were mean - dirty and neglected. The ornaments of the churches - are of the cheapest material - tinsel and gilt. In one the Virgin glittered from her nitch high over the altar - with gilt crown - paste neclace and garments of flashy colors. I could not help being amused with the appearance of many of the Saints. Begrimed with dust and faded with age - some mutilated and thrown aside as if unworthy farther reverence - they looked as if their glory had departed. Poor neglected