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230 ABOUND THE WOKLD. of schools in Ommeraottix, — famous in England only as a cotton-market. THE ASIATIC SOCIETY. No place in Calcutta so completely chained me as the Royal Asiatic Society, with its Museum of Ancient Art and Sculpture. If tjie command had read, " Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's library," I should long ago have committed the " unpardonable sin." That eminent scholar, Sir William Jones, who went to India in 1783, established the institution, and Warren Hastings was the first president. In this immense collection of volumes, manuscripts, scrolls, and unread Oriental rolls, are treasured the priceless memorials of the past. The original building, long ago overflowing with its shelved lore, necessitated the storing of manuscripts elsewhere, with many of the precious relics. found the We assistant secretary, a native Hindoo, a most scholarly and gentlemanly man. Gladly we exchanged several books, his treating of Brahmanism, and ours of Spiritualism. All library-books were free to us during our stay in the city. But time was flying. Longingly, regretfully, we left 'this library, — a very monument of research and reflection, — to penetrate the heart of the country. It was nearly nightfall when we left the City of Palaces, crossing the Hoogly to Howrah, taking the East-India Railway train for the north and west. The depot was dimly lighted, the confusion disgusting, but the cars cool and comfortable. Travelers by English railways painfully miss their accustomed sleeping-cars. UP THROUGH THE COUNTRY. The railroad extends along the Ganges Valley up the country in a north-westerly direction, and ultimately reaching Allahabad, between the Ganges and the Jumna, where these rivers form a junction. They both rise in the Himalayas. The scenery, with its vast unfenced rice-fields, clumps of

India's religions and social characteristics. 231 deeply-wooded jungles, hedges of cactus, grazing herds, and nestling native villages, was decidedly attractive, though dulled by sameness. Occasionally broad, rolling ridges reminded us of our fertile prairie-lands in the West. Though camels and elephants are pressed into farming-work, humpshouldered Asian bullocks do most of the plowing, rather a light scratching of the soil. The flocks of sheep along the way were, with hardly an exception, black. Shepherds with bamboo rods, instead of " crooks," tended them. Northern India produces large quantities of wheat and corn. The cultivation of the Ganges Valley is of an inferior kind. This must necessarily continue till the Hindoos become landholders, owning the proceeds of the fields they cultivate. Though the vast plains of India have scattered groves of acacia, guava, mango, palms, and other Oriental trees, there is a destitution of deep, dense forests, from the fact that, in past centuries, they were ruthlessly cut, and the fields tilled to support the over-population of the coimtry. The telegraph-poles along the way are either of iron or stone, to prevent destruction by white ants. The prying, greedy nuisances soon found their way into our trunks. BENARES THE BLESSED. Reaching Mogul Serai Junction, we were soon transferred to the branch-road leading to the river whose waters were anciently thought to insure eternal life. Tread lightly, speak softly ; this is the winding Ganges, and that magnificent and moss-crowned city on the western bank, with its temples, mosques, palaces, tapering domes, sacred shrines, and the Golden Temple of Siva, — guardian divinity, — is Benares, holiest city of the Hindoos ! All sincere religionists are to be respected. What Mecca is to the Mohammedan, Jerusalem to the Christian, and Home to the Catholic, Benares is to the Hindoo ; and the Ganges, that washes its feet, is the Eden river of immortal life. The grayed pen of antiquity failed to record the *

230 ABOUND THE WOKLD.<br />

of schools in Ommeraottix, — famous in England only as a<br />

cotton-market.<br />

THE ASIATIC SOCIETY.<br />

No place in Calcutta so completely chained me as the<br />

Royal Asiatic Society, with its Museum of Ancient Art and<br />

Sculpture. If tjie command had read, " Thou shalt not<br />

covet thy neighbor's library," I should long ago have committed<br />

the " unpardonable sin." That eminent scholar, Sir<br />

William Jones, who went to India in 1783, established the<br />

institution, and Warren Hastings was the first president.<br />

In this immense collection of volumes, manuscripts, scrolls,<br />

and unread Oriental rolls, are treasured the priceless<br />

memorials of the past. The original building, long ago overflowing<br />

with its shelved lore, necessitated the storing of<br />

manuscripts elsewhere, with many of the precious relics.<br />

found the<br />

We<br />

assistant secretary, a native Hindoo, a most scholarly<br />

and gentlemanly man. Gladly we exchanged several<br />

books, his<br />

treating of Brahmanism, and ours of Spiritualism.<br />

All library-books were free to us during our stay in the city.<br />

But time was flying. Longingly, regretfully, we left 'this<br />

library, — a very monument of research and reflection, — to<br />

penetrate the heart of the country. It was nearly nightfall<br />

when we left the City of Palaces, crossing the Hoogly to<br />

Howrah, taking the East-India Railway train for the north<br />

and west. The depot was dimly lighted, the confusion<br />

disgusting, but the cars cool and comfortable. Travelers<br />

by English railways painfully miss their accustomed sleeping-cars.<br />

UP THROUGH THE COUNTRY.<br />

The railroad extends along the Ganges Valley up the<br />

country in a north-westerly direction, and ultimately reaching<br />

Allahabad, between the Ganges and the Jumna, where these<br />

rivers form a junction. They both rise in the Himalayas.<br />

The scenery, with its vast unfenced rice-fields, clumps of

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