334 Thk Andes and the Amazon. 



CHAPTER XXIV. 



IN MEMORIAM. 



"A life that all the Muses decked 



With gifts of grace that might express 

 All comprehensive tenderness, 

 All-subtilizing intellect. " — Tennyson. 



On the east of the city of Quito is a beautiful and ex- 

 tensive plain, so level that it is literally a table-land. It is 

 the classic ground of the astronomy of the eighteenth cen- 

 tury: here the French and Spanish academicians made 

 their celebrated measurement of a meridian of the earth. 

 As you stand on the edge of this plain just without the 

 city, you see the dazzling sumxmit of Cayambi looking down 

 from the north ; on your left are the picturesque defiles of 

 Pichincha ; on your right the slopes of Antisana. Close 

 ' by you, standing between the city and the plain, is a high 

 white w^all inclosing a little plot, like the city above, " four 

 square." You are reminded by its shape, and also by its 

 position relative to Quito and Pichincha, of that other sa- 

 cred inclosure just outside the walls of Jerusalem and at 

 the foot of Olivet, the Garden of Gethsemane. This is 

 the Protestant Cemetery. 



Through the efforts of our late representative — now also 

 numbered with the dead — this place was assigned by the 

 government for the interment of foreigners who do not die 

 in the Romish faith. And there we buried our fellow- 

 traveler. Colonel Phineas Staunton, the artist of the ex- 

 pedition, and Yice-Chancellor of Ingham University, I^ew 

 York. On the 8th of September, 1867, we bore him through 



