We may observe that, though strange pranks are sometimes indulged in under this disguise, yet it is considered, by those accustomed to it, a convenient dress in itself, in a country where it is usual to hear morning mass before there has been time to braid and adjust the hair, which is sometimes so long as almost to reach the pretty foot and ancle. It is therefore considered a convenience by women of every class, and even of every age, to slip over their ordinary house-dress a saya and manto when they desire to go to the street “tapada,” or with the head and face covered with the thin silken petticoat or manto as described, without being put to the trouble of appearing dressed in a more elegant and formal manner, or after European fashion, as they do at evening parties, or when they frequent places of public amusement,—as the theatre or bull-ring, and promenade in calashes or carriages in their different alamedas, or public walks. In allusion to the custom of going veiled in the street, the true Limeña lady is agreeably characterized by their common saying, En la calle, calladita; En la casa, señorita. [9] The following lines, penned by an ancient Spanish poet, are so exactly descriptive of Lima, as the paradise of women, that one might imagine they had been written to describe it. “Aqui gobierna y siempre goberno Aquella reina que en la mar nacio. Aqui su cetro y su corona tiene Y desde aqui sus dadivas reparte, Aqui su ley y su poder mantiene Mucho mejor que en otra cualquier parte.” “Sobre una fresca y verde y grande vega La casa de esta reina esta asentada: Un rio al deredor toda la riega, De arboles la ribera esta sembrada, La sombra de los cuales al sol niega En el solsticio la caliente entrada; Los arboles estan llenos de flores Por do cantando van los ruiseñores.” _Rimas Antig. Castellanas._ [10] The ancient Indian temple of Pachacamac is situate about six leagues from Lima on a sandy height, now deprived of irrigation, which overlooks the delicious vale of Lurin. From this adoratory the sun is seen as he sinks in majesty under the face of the ocean—when “O’er the hush’d deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.” BYRON. [11] The yanacones usually possess from their employers a small piece of land which they cultivate for their own use, and in return give to the masters one or two days’ labour weekly for this holding of the estate or farm. On other days they have a right to demand payment in money, according to the current rate of wages in their district. [12] The following very scholar-like inscription for the English burial-ground, his countrymen owe to our accomplished and excellent friend, Mr. Thomas Lance of Lima:—