Sisa Through the dark night the villagers slept.

The families who had remembered their dead gave themselves up to quiet and satisfied sleep, for they had recited their requiems, the novena of the souls, and had burned many wax tapers before the sacred images.

The rich and powerful had discharged the duties their positions imposed upon them.

On the following day they would hear three masses said by each priest and would give two pesos for another, besides buying a bull of indulgences for the dead.

Truly, divine justice is not nearly so exacting as human.
But the poor and indigent who earn scarcely enough to keep themselves alive and who also have to pay tribute to the petty officials, clerks, and soldiers, that they may be allowed to live in peace, sleep not so tranquilly as gentle poets who have perhaps not felt the pinches of want would have us believe.