ILLUSTRATIONS
| Hillside Houses and Church Towers in the Zapatista Country | [Frontispiece] | |
| The Revolutionary Camp, May 5, 1911 (In front, Francisco I. Madero, behind him, José Marcia Suarez. Next him, Gustavo Madero. At left front, Abram Gonsalez. All are dead) | Facing p. | [10] |
| Francisco I. Madero (From a photograph taken in 1911) | " | [24] |
| Madero and Orozco in 1911—Madero at the Left | " | [34] |
| Mexican Women Selling Tortillas | " | [42] |
| Nelson O'Shaughnessy (Secretary of the American Embassy, 1911-1912) | " | [46] |
| Paul Lefaivre (French Minister to Mexico, 1911) | " | [46] |
| Francisco Leon de la Barra (President ad interim of the Mexican Republic between Diaz and Madero) | " | [46] |
| A Road-side Shrine | " | [56] |
| Von Hintze, German Minister to Mexico (1911 to 1914) | " | [74] |
| Mexican Women Water-carriers | " | [88] |
| A Typical Group of Corn-sellers | " | [108] |
| Elim O'Shaughnessy, Mexico, June, 1911 | " | [134] |
| Madame Lefaivre, Wife of the French Minister to Mexico, 1911 | " | [134] |
| Xochimilco | " | [154] |
| Boats on the Viga Canal | " | [200] |
| At El Desierto, April 29, 1912 (Mrs. O'Shaughnessy and Elim in the foreground)} | " | [234] |
| Luncheon at the Villa des Roses (In front row, left to right, Mr. de Vilaine, Mlle. de Tréville,} Ambassador Wilson, Madame Lefaivre, Mr. J. B. Potter, Mr. Rieloff (German Consul-general), Mrs. Nelson O'Shaughnessy, Von Hintze, Mr. Kilvert, Mr. Seger) | " | [234] |
| A Beautiful Old Mexican Church | " | [262] |
| Mexican Nuns Going to Mass | " | [304] |
FOREWORD
The letters which form this volume were written in a period of delightful leisure, when I was receiving my first impressions of Mexico. The might and beauty of the great Spanish civilization, set in a frame of exceeding natural loveliness, kindled new enthusiasms, and to it all was added the spectacle of that most passionately personal of human games, Mexican politics.
Though I was standing on its threshold, I had little prescience of the national tragedy which later I was to enter into completely, beyond the feeling of mysterious possibilities of calamity in that rich, beautiful, and coveted land.
I saw as in a glass darkly dim forms whose outlines I could not distinguish, and I heard as from a distance the confused cries of a people about to undergo a supreme national crisis, where the greatest delicacy and reserve were necessary on the part of the neighboring nations.
Since then all has happened to Mexico that can happen to a land and permit of its still existing. Even as individuals bear, they know not how, the unbearable, so has Mexico endured.
It is not easy for those who witnessed her great years of prosperity and peace to be reconciled to the years of chaos which have followed, unable as they are to distinguish any good that has resulted to compensate for the misery undergone.
All theories have been crushed to atoms by the tragic avalanche of facts, and above it the voice of the prophet has been heard, "Let that which is to die, die; that which is to be lost, lose itself; and of them that remain, let them devour one another"—until the time comes for new things.
Edith Coues O'Shaughnessy.
Paris, September, 1917.