Since Thursday at noon, as the organs have been silenced, harps and violins have taken their places.

The sermon is long and prosy, and we rejoice that it is the last.

Then the service of the day goes on until they come to the "Gloria in excelsis." The organ peals out again, the black curtain--which has hidden the high altar--parts in the middle, and displays a perfect blaze of gold and jewels: all the bells in the city begin to ring: the carriages, which have been waiting ready harnessed in court yards, pour out into the streets: the lumbering hackney coaches go racing to the great square, striving to get the first fare for luck: the Judases, which have been hanging all the morning out of windows and across streets, are set light to as the first bell begins to ring, and fizzing and popping burst all to pieces, and then are thrown into a heap in the street, where a bonfire is made of them, and the children join hands and dance round it.

So Holy Week ends.
[Illustration: THE PORTER AND THE BAKER IN MEXICO.

(From Models made by Native Artists)] The arrangement of the day in Mexico is this.