Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1895-01-14

long, white dwelling houses are bounded
with this shrub, and all other styles of
growth congregated there make be-
tanical garden. Doves called cinnamon
doves hop among the branches, and
crows more POLITICALLY styled ravens,
which never could sing, but think they
can, fly across the road giving full test
of their vocables Birds which learned
their chanting under the very caves of
heaven overpower al with their grand
march of the tropics. The hibiscus dap
pies the scene with its scarlet clusters
ALI shades of brown and emerald and
saffron and brilliance; melons, lines
magnosteens, custard apples, guavas
pineapples, jasmine so laden with aro-
ma they have to hold fast to the WALL
and begonias. gloriosas on fire and
orchids so delicate other lands must
keep them under conservatory. but here
defiant Of all weather, and flowers more
or less akin to azaleas and honeysuckles
and foxes and fuohsias and chrysanthe-
NUNS and rhododendrons and foxgloves
and pansies which dye the plains and
mountains Of Ceylon with heaven.
Wonderful Trees OF CeyIon.
The evening hour burns incense of all
styles Of aromatics. The convolvulus,
blue as if the sky had fallen, and but
terf1ies 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 Ole
anders reeling in intoxication of color.
Great banyan trees that have been chang
ing their mind for centuries, each cen
fury carrying out a new plan of growth,
attracted our attention and saw US pass
in the year of 1894 as they saw pass the
generations of 1894 and 1894 Colon
DO is so thoroughly embowered in foil
age that if you go into one Of its towers
and look down upon the city Of $50, 600
people you cannot see a 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
goldl I forgive the Buddhist for the
worship of trees until they know of the
God who made the trees. I wonder not
that there are some trees in CeylOn call
ed 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 100, 900
people each year make pilgrimage to
that tree. Worship something man
must, and, until he hear Of the only
Being worthy Of worship, what SO
elevating as treel What glory en-
throned amid its foliagel What
majestic doxology spreads out in
it's branches! What voice when
the tempests pass through it! How it
looks down upon the cradle and the
grave Of centuriesl AS the fruit of ono
tree unlawfully eaten struck the race
with woe and the uplifting of another
tree brings peace to the soul, let the
woodman spare the tree and all nations
honor it, if, through higher teaching
we do not, like the Ceylonese, worship
it'll How consolatory that when we no
more walk under the tree branches On
earth we may see the ''tree of life which
bears IL manner Of fruit and yields her
fruit every month, and the leaves of the
GTS0 are 1OE IIl0 uSdI1ug vi CIlO
Strange Procession.
Two professions | saw in Ceylon
within one hour, the first led by Hin
doc priest, huge pot Of flowers on his
head, his face disfgured with holy LAGER
ations and his unwashed followers beat
ing as many discords from what are sup
posed to be musical instruments as at
no in617ool To +l,o
human ear The procession halted at the
door Of the huts. The occupants camo
ont and made obeisance and presented
small contributions In return there
for the priest sprinkled ashes upon the
children who came forward, this evil
IDENTIFY form of benediction. Then the
procession, led on by the priest, started
again More noise, more ashes, more
genufection. However keen ones sense
of the ludicrous, he could find nothing
to excite even smile in the movements
of such procession. Meaningless op-
pressive, squalid, filthy, sad
Returning to our carriage, we rode
on for few moments, and wo came OF
another procession, a 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 refinement
and happiness in that regiment 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 pro-
cession illustrated on small scale some
thing of what Hindooism can do for the
world. The Christian procession illus
trates on a small scale something of
what Christianity can do for the world
But those two professions were only
fragments of two great professions ever
marching across our world, the process
sion blasted of superstition and the pro-