The Arizona sentinel., 1886-06-26
ROSE.RED JEYPORE.
: The Marvelously Beautiful Indian Me tropolis Founded By Jey Singh.

The Marvelously Beautiful Indian Me
 tropolis Founded By Iey Singh.
 Jeypore is city that might be buih in the fantastic architecture of dreams or fabled by some poet devising strange and unparalleled combinations of color and outline. There is nothing like it in India or the world; and, albeit not at all ancient-for the present metropolis was founded bv Jey Singh in 172S-it, no doubt, reproduces many traditional features of the old times, and well suits the romantic chronicles of the country by its extraordinary beauty of aspect and site. Nothing reveals the character of the place to the traveller as he alights at the railway station and drives to his temporary quarters. The rose-red city of Jeypore, with its beautiful streets and fairy-like palaces, is shut within the fence of high seven-gated walls just as the Rajput ladies of proud degree are screened from view by latticed windows andjealous portals. Butyou turn sudden ly from the open space before, say, the Amber Gateway, where camels are load- ing, and ox-carts toiling along, and mean, mud-built novels cluster close to the tall screen walls, protecting and concealing the real entrance. Your car- riage crosses the square, beneath the crenellated breastwork, rattles over the pavement of the guard-house, where the Rajput sentry, in long, black cloak and red turban salutes the vehicle of the Maharaja, and suddenly then opens on the well-pleased gaze the vista of a busy thoroughfare wholly unique and beauti- ful-in general almost beyond descrip- ton. The entire city effect from this point of view is one and the same tint, delicate rosy red relieved with white. If one could dream of building capital with blush rose leaves or pink coral, this is how it would look! It is an in- terminable prospective of roseate house fronts, bathed by soft sunlight, nowhere ungraceful, and at many spots on either side of the way broken magnifcently by stately fronts of palaces, and long lines of light pavil- ions, embellished with columns and cupolas, and enriched with floral or pie torial designs in all sorts of hues. The splendid street, thus entered, runs on perfect level from east to west, more than two miles, always of the same grand breadth of one hundred and eleven feet, and so absolutely straight that throughout its entire length each house, each palace, each traders shop. can be seen on either side, fading away in the long perspective of rose red to the battlements of the far off Manak, or Ruby Gate. A gay and bustling crowd of citizens gives animation to the charming n1iSe e,1 scene, which is backed by mountains, rising nobly to the pure, blue sky, almost every peak of them covered with some commanding fort or fantastic pleasure house. Two main road-ways of the same rosy color from end to end, and each of them as wide as the great Central street, cross it at right angles, forming at the points of bisection two spacious piazzas called the 'Amber Chank'' and the "Ruby Chank." These subordinate thorou gh- fares are each a mile and quarter lon g, and have their picturesque roseate lin es of dwellings and shops, broken in similar fashion by buildings of the strangest fancy and most elaborate or namentation. It is true that the lovely pink flush which thus clothes the entire visible city is only wash of color laid upon the chunam with which the rough masonry of the structures has been covered, but it beautifies the face of the capital almost as much as if Jeypore were really constructed of rose-tinted alabaster. 4. Sala, ias London 1 Telegraph.