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wanton slaughter of the birds, the best friends of the 

 agriculturist. 



The sun was sinking toward the west, when we took 

 leave of the genial Director of the Museu Paulista. 

 He walked down with us to the entrance of the grounds, 

 and there bade us farewell. We instructed the chauffeur 

 to drive us into the city and to give us a chance at 

 least to see the exterior of its more notable buildings be- 

 fore the darkness should come on. We had a glimpse 

 of the Municipal Theater, which has recently been 

 erected, and which is not surpassed by any building 

 of its kind in the cities of North America. We saw the 

 various public buildings used by the Government of 

 the State and by the Municipal Authorities; we hur- 

 riedly looked at the Law School, the Public Library, 

 the Polytechnic School, and had the location of Mc- 

 Kenzie College pointed out to us. The latter institu- 

 tion, which owes its origin and development to the 

 self-denying efforts of philanthropic citizens of the 

 United States of North America, is doing a noble work 

 in providing the means of thorough education for the 

 youth of both sexes in the land. We were driven 

 through long avenues, on either side of which were 

 ranged homes of beauty and comfort. The impression 

 left upon our minds was altogether pleasing. It is "no 

 mean city' -this city of Sao Paulo with its thou- 

 sands of delightful residences, its more than six hundred 

 streets and avenues, its fine public edifices, its hand- 

 some parks, and its multitude of shops, warehouses, 

 and manufacturing establishments. At last it began 

 to grow dark. The air was chilly, almost cold. We 

 betook ourselves to the hotel, and had our evening 

 meal. 



About nine o'clock we boarded the train which was 



