once proceed to business.
Another large apartment is fitted up as a Roman Catholic chapel. If any
of the bull-fighters are fatally injured and about to die, here the
priest, as regular an attendant as the surgeon, can administer the last
rite, shrive the sufferer of all sin, and start him on his triumphant
way to other, and, it is to be hoped, happier hunting-grounds. At the
bull-ring the populace, to the number of from fourteen to fifteen
thousand, assemble nearly every Sabbath during the season, to witness
this most cruel of all sports. No seat is left unoccupied, and, as we
were informed, the day before the exhibition tickets are nearly always
sold at a premium. The devotion of the Spaniards to this national sport
is universal, from the grandee to the peasant. More than once has the
attempt been made by the throne to bring the cruel business into
disrepute, but it has been found unavailing. The taste is too deeply
rooted in the masses of the people. We were told subsequently, at
Madrid, that an attempt to suppress the bull-fights in Spain would be
more likely to lead to a revolution than would the most stringent
political measure that could be named. The cry of the mob is "Bread and
bulls," which is very significant to those who have studied Spanish
character.

The English cemetery, laid out upon a terraced hill-side just out of the
city borders and overlooking the harbor, is a very interesting resort,
admirably kept and appropriately ornamented with choice trees, shrubs,
and flowers, tropically luxuriant from its southern exposure. In the
squares, streets, and market places of Malaga, women sat each morning
weaving fresh-cut flowers, fragrant clusters of rose-buds, mignonette,
pansies, violets, and geraniums, pretty little clusters of which they
sold for about one shilling, and found ready purchasers. One may be sure
there is always a refined element in the locality, whether otherwise
visible or not, where such an appreciation as this is manifested. The
bull-fight may thrive; the populace may be, as they often are in Malaga,
riotous and mischievous; education may be at a very low ebb, art almost
entirely neglected; but where a love of nature, as evinced in the
appreciation of beautiful flowers, is to be found, there is still extant
on the popular heart the half-effaced image of its Maker.

The Spanish heart is by no means all bad. That the bull-fight fosters a
spirit of cruelty among the masses no one can doubt, a