The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1895-01-18


dispelled if placed near a rival bark.
OF such great value is the cinnamon
shrub that years ago those who injured
it in Ceylon were put to death. but
that which once was jungle of CHINA
mon is now a park of gentlemen's resi-
dences. The long, white dwelling
house, are bounded with this shrub
and all other styles of growth congre-
gated there, make botanical garden.
Doves called cinnamon doves hop
among the branches, and crows, more
POLITICALLY styled ravens, which never
could sing, bat think they can, fly
across the road giving full test of their
vocables. Birds which learned their
chanting under the very caves of
heaven. overpowered all with their
grand marcl of the tropics. The hibis-
Gus dapples the scene with its scarlet
clusters. All shades of brown and
emerald, and saffron, and brilliance;
melons, lines magnostcens acustard
apples, guavas, pine apples, jessamine
SO laden with aroma they have to hold
fast TO the wall, and begonias, gloriosas
on fire, and orchids SO delicate other
lands must keep them under conserv-
atory, but here defiant of all weather,
and flowers more or less akin to aza-
leas, and honeysuckles, and foxes, and
fuchias and chrysanthemums and
rhododendrons, and foX-gloves, and
| pansies, which dye the plains and
mountains of Ceylon with heaven.
The evening hour burns incense of all
styles of aromatics. The convolvulus,
blue as if the sky had fallen, and but
terflies spangling the air, and arms Of
trees sleeved with blossoms, and rocks
upholstered of moss, commingling
sounds, and sights, and odors, until eye.
and ear, and nostril vie with each
other as TO which sense shall open the
door to the most enchantment a
struggle between music, and perfume,
and iridescence. OleanGers reeling in
intoxication of color. Great banyan
trees that have been changing their
mind for centuries, each ce fury car
rying out new plan of growth, at
tracted our attention, and saw us
| pass in the year of lSS4, as they saw
pass the generations of 1894, and 1894.
Colombo is SO thoroughly cmbowered
in foliage that If you go into one of its
towers and look down upon the city
of one hundred and thirty thousand
people you can not see house. Oh,
the trees of Ceylonl May you live to be-
hold the morning climbing down
! through their branches, or the
evening tipping their leaves with
amber and gold! l forgive the
Buddhist for the worship of trees
until they know of the God
who made the trees. l wonder not
that there are some trees in Ceylon
called sacred. To me all trees are
sacred. / wonder not that before one
of them they burn camphor flowers
and hang lamps around its branches
and hundred thousand people each
year make pilgrimage to this tree
Worship something man must, and un'
til he hear of the only being worthy
Of worship, what so elevating as Z
tree! What glory enthroned amid its
foliage! What a majestic doXologN
spreads out in its branches! What G
voice when the tempests pass through
it! How it looks down upon the era
die and the grave of centuries! d:
the fruit of the tree unlawfully eater
struck the race with woe and the up
lifting of another tree brings peace Il
the soul, let the woodman spare tn,
tree, and all nations honor it, if
through higher teaching. we do not
like the Ceylonese, worship it! How
consolatory that when we no more
walk under the tree branches OF
earth, we may see the Tree of lif,
which bears twelve manner of fruit
and yields her fruit every month, anc
ing of the nations"
Two professions / saw in Ceylor
within one hour. the first led by a Hin
doc priest, huge pot of flowers on hi.
head, his face disfgured with holy
decorations, and his unwashed fol
lowers beating as many discords from
what are supposed TO be musical in
struments, as at one time can be in
duced to enter the human ear. The
procession halted at the door of the
huts The occupants came out ant
made obeisance and presented small
contributions In return thereof the
priest sprinlSled ashes upon the chill
dren who came forward, this evidently
form of benediction. Then the pro
cession led on by the priest started
again; more noise, more ashes, more
genuhection. However keen one sense,
of the ludicrous, he could find nothing
to excite smile in the movements OF
such q procession. Meaningless, ep
pressive, squalid, filthy, sad.
Returning to our carriage, we rode
on for few moments. and we came OF
another procession, kindly lady lead
ing groups of native children all clean
bright, happy, laughing. They were
Christian school out for exercise
There seemed as much intelligence, re
finement and happiness in that regi
ment of young Cingalese as you would
find in the ranks of any young ladies
seminary being chaperoned on their
afternoon walk through Central park
New York, or Hyde park, London.
The Hindoo procession illustrated GA a
small scale something of what
IIindooism can do for the world. The
Christian procession illustrated on a