Seats are placed at intervals along each side of the drive, and opposite to the fountain, for the accommodation of foot people. Here all the world of Mexico may be seen toward evening, on a bright afternoon, in carriages and on horseback, and a lively, animated scene it presents. Rich equipages glitter in the declining sun, noble steeds, superbly caparisoned, and ridden by gay caballeros, proudly prance along, and beauty smiles upon every beholder. Everybody who can command any kind of a vehicle drives to the Passeo, and sometimes it is so much crowded, as to be quite difficult to drive or ride along it. The equipages which throng this path of fashion are various, and some of them are quite unique; and it is not uncommon to see the elegant turn-out of the English minister, side by side with a common country cart, lined with oxhide, and drawn by a poor old apology for a horse that would hardly dare to look a vulture in the face. Yet both parties are enjoying themselves in the fashionable world. The custom of this drive is somewhat peculiar, which all follow to the very letter of the law; it is to drive the full length twice, stop in the centre opposite the fountain to salute your friends, as they pass by, and then return home. To show our knowledge of the fashionable world, we conformed as nearly as possible to the ways of those who were initiated into the mysteries of the Passeo, and thereby, no doubt, passed for current coin. We spent one hour thus, in seeing and being seen, pleased with the animated scene we had witnessed, and then returned to our quarters. Thus I passed my first Sunday in the city of the Montezumas, and although not as religiously kept as would have been done at home, it had no evil effect upon the spiritual or moral man. * * * * * =ENDYMION.= =BY THOMAS BUCHANAN READ.= What time the stars first flocked into the blue Behind young Hesper, shepherd of the eve, Sleep bathed the fair boy’s lids with charméd dew Mid flowers that all day blossomed to receive Endymion. Lo, where he lay encircled in his dream! The moss was glad to pillow his soft hair; And toward him leaned the lily from the stream; The hanging vine waved wooing in the air Endymion. The brook that erewhile won its easy way O’errun with meadow grasses long and cool, Now reeled into a fuller tide and lay Caressing in its clear enamored pool Endymion. And all the sweet, delicious airs that fan Enchanted gardens in their hour of bloom, Blown through the soft invisible pipes of Pan, Breathed mid their mingled music and perfume, Endymion.