From gathered sheaves;

So, God, if aught in me was good,
The good repeat,
And let me from my ashes breathe
An influence sweet.

W.




SKETCHES OF EASTERN TRAVEL.

III.--BANGKOK.


We left Singapore--which, though an English colony, is a very Babel of
languages and nations--in a Bombay merchantman, whose captain was an
Arab, the cook Chinese, and the fourteen men who composed the crew
belonged to at least half that many different nations, whilst our
party in the cabin were English, Scotch, French and American. After
eight days of rather stormy weather we disembarked at the mouth of
the Meinam River, thirty miles below the city of Bangkok. Owing to
the sandbar at the mouth, large vessels must either partially unload
outside, or wait for the flood-tide when the moon is full to pass the
bar; and to avoid the delay consequent upon either course, we took
passage for the city in a native sampan pulled by eight men with long
slender oars. The trip was a delightful one, giving us enchanting
glimpses of the grand old city long before we reached it. Amid the