The Character of the People—Their Quietness and Sobriety—Their Cruelty—This the Result of their Stoicism and Indifference to Pain—These the Qualities of a Strong and Primitive People—The Feria, the Holiday of the Sevillians—Religion: its Place in the National Life—The Dance of the Seises—Holy Week in Seville—Religious Processions—The Pasos. The character of the Spaniard, as one gradually learns to know it, not from a brief visit spent tourist fashion in hurrying from one city to another, but from living among the people, sharing their common life and entering into their spirit, is a very positive character. And this character, though at first seemingly full of contradictions, is one of an almost curious uniformity, strongly individual, and not easy to comprehend. In Spain work is not the highest aim of life. This is the reason why time is of so much less value. It explains the tendency to delay everything to a convenient to-morrow—that annoying maÑana with which the Spaniard cheerfully responds to every demand. One of the first lessons I learnt in Spain was the unimportance of time. We were staying in a country village off the beaten tracks of travel, and had to drive a long I understood their acceptance of life on its own terms, which is the very root of the Spanish character, at once its strength and its weakness, the cause of its beauty and of its defects. The Cave of the Doves, “El Chorro,” between Boladilla and Malaga A charge of cruelty is often made against this people. But the cruelty which one meets so often, and especially in the treatment of animals, is almost always misunderstood The Spaniards have always shown an interest in blood and a satisfaction in shedding it. Two centuries ago it was a common custom for lovers to scourge themselves in the streets during Holy Week, to win admiration from their mistresses. The Spaniard still gains the approval of his women by feats of daring, and the bull-fighter is the idol of the people. We find an expression of this insistence on The Limestone Quarries, Almeria It would seem, then, that in the Spanish character there is not only an indifference to pain, but an actual delight in the emotion of suffering, which prevents an understanding of cruelty. It is the temperament that makes the martyr and the fanatic. I remember on one occasion some boys were torturing a young bird, which one boy held by a string tied to its leg. I offered to buy the bird for a few reales. At once it was given to me, and I set it free. But what was the result? In The incident is characteristic of what the stranger will meet constantly in Spain. Your driver will flog his mules with the butt-end of his whip—yes, beat them till they fall. If you remonstrate, he will smile, rarely will he be angry; but never will you make him understand. Once during a long drive I gained respite for a team of mules at the cost of a bribe of two pesetas. I know that driver pitied my foolishness. Yet, let there be no mistake, the Spaniard is not without the tenderer emotions of humanity. And, after all one has heard of Spanish cruelty, it is interesting to note the signs of gentleness and kindness that meet one in many unexpected ways. I have never seen any other people so friendly with one another. It is when the Spaniard comes into personal relationships that his real native kindness appears. For his friend he is ready to sacrifice his life—a quality which Strabo It is these seemingly contradictory impulses that puzzle the stranger in estimating the Spanish character. But the truth is, that Much of what is characteristic of the life of the people may be studied in the Feria, the great spring festival, which is held at Seville each year in the middle of April. From all parts of Spain people flock to the southern city, and for three days at this national picnic they make holiday together. In the Prado de San Sebastian streets of wooden pavilions, or casetas, have been erected, consisting mainly of one room, which is furnished with chairs, a piano, and beautiful flowers. Here on each day the families of Seville assemble in their own In another part of the fair the Gitanas have their tents. All the women from Triana and the Macarena are here, amusing themselves simply and quietly with a joyous decorum. Some of the Gitana women are remarkably handsome; all have superb hair, and the gay colours of their dresses give brightness to the scene. There is dancing here, too, the flamenco dances, with slow movements and passionate suggestion of love, and the noise of the constant clapping of the spectators. Interior of the same house at Coria On the outskirts, in the open space of the Prado, are flocks of sheep and goats, and droves of bullocks, horses, mules, and donkeys, tended by picturesque herdsmen and muleteers in the dress of the several provinces. Caballeros ride their horses up and down to show off their points. The “Seville,” it has been said, “lights up for a fiesta as a face lights up with a smile.” And evening is the time at which the Feria looks its best. The great iron tower in the centre of the park is brilliantly illuminated, It is this spirit which the Spaniards have brought into their religion—the understanding that joy is a part of worship. And although Seville is not a religious city as Toledo and Valencia are, it is here that the splendid ceremonies of the Church are carried out with more detail and spectacular appeal than in any city in Spain. The Sevillians Nothing shows this better than the strange mediÆval custom of the Seises, the sacred dances which take place in the cathedral on the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, and on that of Corpus Christi. The sixteen seises, or choristers, dance in front of the high-altar, using castanets and singing in the most charming and graceful minuet fashion. It is perfectly dignified, perfectly religious, and the young dancers perform without a suspicion of levity. There is something specially characteristic of the Spaniards’ attitude towards religion in thus making dancing a part of the sacred ritual of the Church. Just as the bull-fight is carried out as a solemn ceremony, so dancing, the people’s strongest passion, finds its place in the service of the house of God. To the stranger it is an astonishing ceremony, a witness to the pagan element that lives so persistently in the Spaniard—the cause of those sharp contrasts that surprise us in his character. The most characteristic of the ceremonies are the religious processions, which take place on each day during the week, and all day long on Good Friday. At Granada and many other towns the Church processions have been given up; but at Seville the custom remains unchanged from the Middle Ages. The whole city is given up to the pasos, vehicular traffic is stopped, all business ceases. Everyone, from the Archbishop and the Alcalde downwards, assembles in the public squares, where seats are erected, in the streets, or in the balconies and windows of the houses, to witness the performance. It is an amazing sight, this multitude gathered to watch the procession of an image! But the Spaniards give themselves up to it with simple abandonment. Nothing seen in Spain will give so true an impression of the part The pasos, which are carried in these processions, consist of a single sacred figure, or a group of figures illustrating a scene from the Passion. Many of the statues have real beauty; they are the work of MontaÑÉs, the seventeenth-century sculptor, whose polychrome carvings express so perfectly the Spanish religious spirit. Borne by twenty-five invisible carriers, at an extremely slow pace, the sacred groups pass through the streets of the city. Each paso is followed by the members of the cofradia, or brotherhood, to whom the statue belongs. They are dressed in the costume of their Order, the long gown, usually of white cloth, with the peaked cowl covering the head. Each brother carries a lighted candle. Companies of acolytes, white and scarlet robed, swing censers and chant anthems. A line of gendarmes, in capes of vivid red, march in advance to clear the way. Women clad in A rope and matting factory, Seville The slow procession proceeds through the densely crowded streets and squares to the accompaniment of solemn music, with which mingle the vivas and bravas of the spectators. Before the doors of the City Hall there is a pause to greet the Alcalde, who rises from his velvet chair. Then the procession passes onwards through the reverent, bare-headed crowd to the cathedral. The women, black-robed and with black mantillas, in the balconies, where rows of lamps and candles burn, rise in reverence. One and another sings an ardent petition, with eyes fastened on the sacred figure. Now a young There is a completeness and simplicity in the worship, the great crowd, rich and poor, women and men, all moved by one strong emotion. And the spell of the strange scene penetrates the spirit; one forgets its pagan, mediÆval childishness; one begins to understand how these outward symbols have had power to hold the faith of the people. The cathedral is the chief centre of all the ceremonies; and the vast edifice—Santa Maria is the largest Gothic church in the world—which is not too vast for its part in the great functions, is seen best on these days of festival. The gold and silver plate, all the splendid Church treasures—silver candelabra beyond counting, jewelled censers, chalices, and crosses, golden keys and diamond stars, Arfe’s rich and delicate monstrance—have been laid out by the side of the great altar. Crimson drapings cover the walls; the priests Sacristy of the Convent of the Cartuja, Granada All the days the cathedral is filled with relays upon relays of worshippers: some kneel upon the bare stones, one by one or in groups together; some stand; others sit on the chairs they have brought with them. The black dresses and mantillas of the women mingle with the bright colours of the peasants who have come from the country districts. There As the week advances an indescribable emotion grows, which culminates on the Saturday, when, at ten o’clock in the morning, the Veil of the Temple is rent in twain. The great purple curtain, which has hung in front of Roldan’s beautiful Christ upon the Cross, is sharply drawn by hidden cords. The signal is given; all the bells of the city ring out joyously, the great organ peals forth jubilees of victory, Gloria in Excelsis soars out in choral chants. It is the moment of supreme emotion. The multitude falls upon its knees before the great symbol of the accomplished Passion. |