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During the ceremony of the inauguration, the "Marseillaise" was sung by the National Guard and the people, and, at its conclusion, about the hour of three, the troops filed off before the Column of July to the thrilling strains of the "Marseillaise" and the "Mourir Pour la Patrie" of the Girondins.

When hostile elements with rage resound, And fury blindly fans war's lurid flame, When in the strife of party quarrel drowned, The voice of justice no regard can claim, When crime is free, and impious hands are found The sacred to pollute, devoid of shame, And loose the anchor which the state maintains, No subject there we find for joyous strains.

A very small balcony opened out of my room, where I usually sat listening to the inspiring strains of the band, that, marching on the ramparts, sent their rich, thrilling notes in rolling echoes over the moonlight waves. "It was playing now, that martial band, and the bay was one sheet of burning silver.

One of the roughs danced an ungraceful measure to the music of the accordion, mimicking, as he did so, the queer contortions into which the musician twisted his features in perfect harmony with his woful strains.

As the voice of the wise man ceased, sweet strains of music from the air burst on the ears of the multitude.

The system would no more be able to resist such strains and pressures than an arch of iron spanning the Atlantic would be able to sustain its own weight against the earth's attraction. It would be necessary then that the ring-system should rotate around the planet.

Next come the darker and lighter greys or brindles, the darkest being generally preferred. Yellow and sandy-red or red-fawn, especially with black points i.e., ears and muzzle are also in equal estimation, this being the colour of the oldest known strains, the McNeil and the Chesthill Menzies.

I was seated in the dress circle listening to the weird warlike strains of Spanish music, when my eyes fell upon the occupants of a box. A beautiful girl, half hidden by the rich draperies, was talking with an aristocratic looking old gentleman, while by their side sat a young man, dark-browed and sinister looking. I arose and entered the box from the side door.

From the thickets along the little stream arose a faint twitter; louder and louder it sounded, and rose heavenward in full, melodious strains, soaring on high through the stillness of the night; it was the mocking-birds' greeting to the hour of rest. Autumn in New Mexico, as well as in many other parts of the world, is the most beautiful time of the year.

There were wild strains of music and song; a wave of disquietude, clearly, was passing over the beholders.