What I saw on the west coast of South and North America, and at the Hawaiian Islands.: By H. Willis Baxley, M.D.

THE PANITHEON.
The Pantheon of Santiago, like that of Lima, is on the smallest scale, not mnore than about fifteen acres being walled in for the
cemetery of a city whose population certainly exceeds one hundred
thousand. Such scant dimensions are scarcely pardonable, as it
lies at the foot of Cerro Blanco-well adapted to purposes of
sepulture, but nothing else. This cemetery is a splendid speeulation at the enormous charges made for temporary burial, the
same leasehold interment prevailing here as in other SpanishAmerican countries, and the same horrid feature of gratuitous
communism existing too. And if the immense receipts for conveyanee, burial, removal, and masses, had been appropriated to
the purpose, the avenues and paths of the Pantheon might have
been paved with gold by this time. A little chapel within the
entrance tells the visitor that its uplifted cross is "Spes unico"
-the sole hope-of those who pass that portal for the last time.
There is more taste displayed than in Peru, in the adornment
of the resting-place of the dead; cypresses, shrubbery, and
flowers abound, and there are some appropriately designed and
well-executed monuments. Some curiosity was felt to see the
statue of which Lieut. J. MI. Gilliss (Superintendent of the
United States Naval Astronomical Expedition to the Southern
Hemisphere) said, one of the mausoleums "is surmounted by a
nude figure of Grief executed in white marble, which, by order of
the archbishop, has actually been covered with a petticoat of black
cloth from the waist to the knees!" This declaration has been
indignantly denied by Santiaguinos. Certainly no such attired
figure is now seen; but a winged marble statue of Grief was
observed, with inverted torch in the right hand, the left resting
on an urn consecrated to the ashes of D. Juau lTenrique Rosales
and D. Maria del Rosario Larrain, daubed with coarse cement
in a manner designed to represent a fig-leaf. Whose vcandal
delicacy is commemorated by this act I know not; but, the
whole story of this offending specimen of the fine arts, and the
sadness it was designed so touchingly to tell, is suggestive of tihe
question-which is more obnoxious to criticism, the vulgar
affectation of modesty that could not look upon nature with the
purity that truth and virtue teach; or the misapprehension of
duty which included in a formal report to the Congress of the
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