f
metal, pottery, etc., and these were buried, as near as they could
guess at the location, where they either hoped or feared there might
some day be a battle with their enemies.

When Master M. had eaten and slept and kicked and cried for sixteen
days longer, his parents took him to the priest, and to the teacher,
and promised that he should be instructed by these worthy gentlemen in
war, politics, religion, and other branches of general education. They
promised that he should be an Alfalqui, or priest, and should also
serve in the army as a soldier. In that little, wiggling baby, that
seemed all fists and mouth, it was impossible to foresee the future
Emperor of Mexico, whose name has since become familiar to the
civilized world.

Young Master M. worried along pretty well, and up to six years of
age had done nothing remarkable. At this age he was granted one and
one-half rolls at a meal, and commenced doing little errands and
picking up scattered beans and corn in the Tianquez, which is what the
Mexicans called the market-place.

The restless spirit of a military chieftain now began to show itself
in the embryo warrior, and, by the time he had reached his eighth
year, discipline became necessary to curb his growing inclination to
despotism. He was fast becoming one of that class of boys who think
"it's too bad to be good all the time." In the second picture see the
scalding tears! Whether Master M. is sorry that he has done wrong, or
whether he only fears being pricked with those terrible thorns of the
aloe with which he is threatened, or is crying because he is cold, who
shall tell? It is hard, sometimes, to tell what eight-year-old boys
are crying for, whether they live in the United States or in Mexico.

Master M. may have been better than most boys, and it may be that
his father was a better driver than leader for his little ones. Some
fathers are. In any event, when Master M. was ten years old there
came another opportunity for weeping and wailing, and Master M. was
submitted to the mortification of lying on the damp ground all day
while he listened to a parental lecture; and this, too, after he was
twelve years old!

Then Master M. reformed, and became an industrious, faithful boy. I
have sometimes questioned whether he wasn't hungry, and if he had been
better fed whether he would not have done better. At fourteen years of
age they gave him two rolls at a meal, and he was instructed in the
art of fishing