In these two volumes I have got together the bulk of the special correspondence and occasional articles written by me for the Civil and Military Gazette and the Pioneer between 1887-1889. I have been forced to this action by the enterprise of various publishers who, not content with disinterring old newspaper work from the decent seclusion of the office files, have in several instances seen fit to embellish it with additions and interpolations.
ood and colder ink set down his impressions if he has been in the least moved.
To the one who watched and wondered that November morning the thing seemed full of sorrow--the sorrow of the man who built it for the woman he loved, and the sorrow of the workmen who died in the building--used up like cattle. And in the face of this sorrow the Taj flushed in the sunlight and was beautiful, after the beauty of a woman who has done no wrong.
Here the train ran in under the walls of Agra Fort, and another train--of thought incoherent as that written above--came to an end. Let those who scoff at overmuch enthusiasm look at the Taj and thenceforward be dumb. It is well on the threshold of a journey to be taught reverence and awe.
But there is no reverence in the Globe-trotter: he is brazen. A Young Man from Manchester was travelling to Bombay in order--how the words hurt!--to be home by Christmas. He had come through America, New Zealand, and Australia, and finding that he had ten days to spare at
A wonderful book, by a great writer. Lovingly written, at times delightfully funny, at times poignantly sorrowful.