From Sea to Sea
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