spoke very eloquently of the necessity for such a work, which will illustrate the administration of Sir W. H. Gregory," the then Governor, leaving at the same time a fitting and lasting memorial of the Prince's visit.†

Having thus glanced at the past and present of India, and of the nations which surround her, or influence her fortunes, the author concludes with the hope that he may have in some degree excited an additional interest in our great Eastern Empire, and with the sincere wish that its inhabitants may realise to the fullest extent the beneficent desires conveyed in the grand and simple words of the Queen, addressed in 1858 to her people in India: "IT IS OUR EARNEST

DESIRE TO STIMU

LATE THE PEACEFUL INDUSTRY OF INDIA, TO PROMOTE
WORKS OF PUBLIC UTILITY AND IMPROVEMENT, AND
TO ADMINISTER THE GOVERNMENT FOR THE BENEFIT
OF ALL OUR SUBJECTS RESIDENT THEREIN.
IN THEIR
PROSPERITY WILL BE OUR STRENGTH, IN THEIR CON-
TENTMENT OUR SECURITY, AND IN THEIR GRATITUDE
OUR BEST REWARD. AND MAY THE GOD OF ALL POWER
GRANT TO US, AND TO THOSE IN AUTHORITY UNDER US,
STRENGTH TO CARRY OUT THESE OUR WISHES FOR THE
GOOD OF OUR PEOPLE."

APPENDIX.

APPENDIX A.

LIFE IN THE JUNGLE.

MOONDIA GHAUT THE PARADISE OF SPORTSMEN.

A Correspondent, says The Times, who has resided and hunted in the district writes to us :

Moondia Ghaut is the place whence the telegrams relating the sporting adventures of the Prince of Wales have recently been despatched. No doubt many have searched for it unsuccessfully on the map, so a short account of its position and physical characteristics may not be without interest. The word 'ghaut,' or 'ghat,' bears several analogous meanings. We daily hear it applied to the scarped and terraced hills overlooking Bombay and the Concan. The bathers' ghaut, or flight of steps at Benares or Hurdwar, is familiar to every reader of Indian travels. So hereafter Moondia Ghaut, or ford, will be remembered as the spot selected as the head-quarters of the Prince's sporting excursion in India.

It is the sport of kings,' was the remark made by a distinguished officer, brother to one of the Prince's most trusted companions, as we put our elephants in line to beat from the little river Choka to Moondia Ghaut, one brilliant October morning twelve years ago. The sport of kings! Little thought we then how his words would be verified!-how the pathless plain over which the line slowly but irresistibly swept would become historic, as the meeting place of the heir to the British Empire and the ruler of proud Nepaul.

Moondia Ghaut is the name of a ford over the Sarda, a river of which the left bank belongs to Nepaul and the right bank to the Province of Rohilkund. The territory opposite the Ghaut, and for many miles to the eastward along the foot of the lower ranges of the Himalayas, was conferred upon Nepaul by Lord Canning, after the Mutiny, in reward for the assistance given by the Goorkhas to our arms at Lucknow and elsewhere. The policy of that step has been warmly debated, but it would seem discourteous to raise the discussion at a time when the Prince has been enjoying the unique hospitality of what may be called the Goorkha State on the very ground in question.

Even after the cession of the Nepaulese Terai, the actual boundary was long in dispute, and it was during the determination of the boundary question that we first had the opportunity of becoming acquainted with this paradise of sportsmen.

Moondia Ghaut, till about ten years ago, was included in the district of Shahjehanpore, but it was then transferred to Phillibeet, a sub-magistracy

connected with Bareilly. The Ghaut lies 70 or 80 miles to the north of Shahjehanpore, and only about 30 miles north-east of Phillibeet.

For a considerable part of the year the vicinity of Moondia Ghaut is almost deserted. Lying as it does in the heart of the Terai, a district notorious for malaria, it is only habitable in the cold season. From the end of November till the middle of March, not only is there no danger of fever, but the climate is most enjoyable. After March till the rains commence the atmosphere in the Terai is very hot and muggy, but at that season the danger to health lies in the temptations to injudicious exposure to the sun, rather than in any miasma peculiar to the locality. From the beginning of the rains till some time after they have ceased, residence in the Terai is fatal to most constitutions. Englishmen, hill-men, and Hindostanees alike flee. The villagers of the Phillibeet district speak of even the very southern fringe of the Terai with bated breath, and call it Mar, or Death. Not a soul remains save the Taroos (so called from their being the inhabitants of the Terai), a distinct race, squalid, feeble and timid, but singularly truthful, which has struggled on for ages against adverse physical influences. It is wonderful that they should live where all others die. They seem to use no special prophylactics against illness, but rather to have inherited from their ancestors comparatively fever-proof constitutions. Many fall victims to wild beasts. They have, indeed, little wherewith to protect themselves, except the voice, on which they place great reliance. It is often impossible to induce a Taroo to go alone through his native wilds, though he will start readily enough if he has a companion. They do not seem to care about being in close proximity to one another. As long as they can give an occasional halloo and hear the answer faintly resounding through the giant tree trunks they are satisfied. Their dislike to solitary journeying is, however, attributable as much to horror of evil spirits as to fear of bear or tiger.

To the sportsman and naturalist, if not to the statesman and administrator, the abundance, the bewildering variety of animal life, amply compensate for the deficiency of population.

'You have never killed a crocodile? Well, there are a dozen lying on that sandbank, and you can have your pick if you hold straight. I would not try the largest of all, he is lying directly end on, and at this angle the bullet would glance. Take the third from the left. He is very nearly as large, and you can clearly see the patch of pale, soft skin just behind the foreleg. Put your bullet right in the middle of that patch, and he will never move again. You cannot get near enough to him or sufficiently above him to shoot him through the brain. If he once wriggles into the water you will lose him, though his carcase may, perhaps, be picked up ten miles down the river.'

'Are you a fisherman ?-Just below the throat of that rapid, where you see that naked dusky imp holystoning a prostrate elephant in the shallow