"Mayken! Mayken!" (little Mary) "your hour is come.

'Tis your last promenade.

The city is tired of you." Such were the greetings which the representative of the Holy Virgin received from men grown weary of antiquated mummery.

A few missiles were thrown occasionally at the procession as it passed through the city, but no damage was inflicted.

When the image was at last restored to its place, and the pageant brought to a somewhat hurried conclusion, there seemed cause for congratulation that no tumult had occurred.
On the following morning there was a large crowd collected in front of the cathedral.