. Christian herald and signs of our times . but it resolveditself into a queer adventure. Jose kindlytold me it was not the custom for ladies togo to market, but we were not deterred ordismayed, and one fine morning foundMrs. S., Kit, and myself, escorted by Jose,walking the streets to the market. By the time we reached the marketplace we and our followers made quite aprocession. The market is in a court be-tween high buildings. Here small tablesand bits of straw matting are placed onall sides, and upon these the men and wo-men display their wares. As we approach-ed, every vender shouted price
. Christian herald and signs of our times . but it resolveditself into a queer adventure. Jose kindlytold me it was not the custom for ladies togo to market, but we were not deterred ordismayed, and one fine morning foundMrs. S., Kit, and myself, escorted by Jose,walking the streets to the market. By the time we reached the marketplace we and our followers made quite aprocession. The market is in a court be-tween high buildings. Here small tablesand bits of straw matting are placed onall sides, and upon these the men and wo-men display their wares. As we approach-ed, every vender shouted prices and namesof articles, begging the strange ladies tobuv. My breath was fairlv taken awav,and I appealed to Jose—such a reproachfulI told you so look as he gave me! Buthe laid about him smartly with his hands,pushing back the too curious throng, andmanaged to gain a pathway tor us. Vegetables, fruits, and goods of all de-scriptions were arranged in heaps; hereone can find the products of every zoneand clime, and all are very cheap. These. JAPANESE WOMEN WASHING AND IRONING. breathe, move, and live; pass off thestage of life, and are heard of no more ?They did not a particle of good and nonewere blessed bv them ; none could point tothem as the instrument of their redemp-tion ; not a line they wrote, not a wordthey spoke, could be recalled, and so theyperished—their light went out in darkness,and they were not remembered more thanthe insects of yesterday. Will you thuslive and die? Live for something. Dogood, and leave behind you a monumentof virtue that the storms of time cannever destroy. Write your name by kind-ness, love, and mercy on the hearts of thethousands you have come in contact withyear by year, and you will never be for-gotten. No, vnur name, your deeds, willbe legible on the heart you leave behind. Marketing in Yucatan. An American lady, recently settled inYucatan, gives this entertaining descrip- vendore are sheltered from the intenselyhot rays of the sun by cr
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