The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1895-01-25
Among the first places / visited was

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Buddhist college about one hundred
men studying to become priests gath
cred around the teachers. Stepping
into the building where the high priest
was instructing the class, we were
apologize and told hin we were
Americans, and would like to see his
mode of teaching if he had no objec-
tions; whereupon lac began, doubled
as he was on lounge, with
his right hand playing with
his foot. in his left hand he held a
package of bamboo leaves on which
| were written the words of the lesson,
each student holding a similar package
of bamboo leaves. The high priest
first read and then one of the students
read. A group of as finely-forned
young men rs l ever saw sur
rounded the venerable instructor.
The last word of each sentence
was intoned. There was in the
| whole scene an carnestneSs which
| impressed me. Not able to under
stand a word of what was said, there
is look of language and intonation
that is the same among all races. That
the Buddhists have full faith in their
religion no one can doubt. That is, in
their opinion, the way to Heaven.
What Mohammed is to the Mohamme-
dan, and what Christ is to the
Christian, Buddha is to the Buddhist.
We waited for a pause in the recita-
tion, and then, expressing our thanks,
retired.
Near by is Buddhist temple, on the
altar of which before the image of
Buddha are offerings of flowers. AS
night was coming on we came up to
\ LIindoo temple. First we were prohib-
tied going further than the outside
steps, but we gradually advanced un-
til we could see all that was going
on inside. The worshipers were MAX
| ing obeisance. The tom-toms were
wildly beaten, and the shrill pipes were
/ blown, and several other instruments
were in full bang and blare. and there
was an Understandable hubbub, and the
most laborious style of worship l had
ever seen or heard. The dim lights, and
| the jargon, and the gloom, and the fit
| ting figures mingled for eye and ear
| horror which it is difficult to shake off.
All this was only suggestive of what
would there transpire after the
toilers of the day had ceased
work, and had time TO APP
pear at the temple. That such
things should be supposed to please
the Lord, or have any power to console
or help the worshipers, is only another
mystery in this world of mysteries.
But we came away saddened with the
spectacle, a sadness which did not
leave us until we arrived at place
| ,r-1
preaching in the streets to group of
natives.
had that morning expressed wish
to witness such scene, and here it
was. Standing on an elevation the
good man was addressing the crowd.
All was attention, and silence, and
reverence. A religion Of relief and
joy was being commended with the
sentiments of paciflcation and rein
forcement. 1t was the rose of Sharon
after walking among the nettles. 1t
was the morning light after thick
darkness. 1t was the Gospel after
HindoOiSm.
But passing up a nd down the streets
of Ceylon you find all styles of people
within five minutes; Afghan, Kaffirs,
Portuguese Moormen, Dutch, English,
Scotch Irish, Americans; all classes,
all dialects, all manners and customs,
all styles of salaam. The most inter
esting thing on earth is the human
race, and specimens of all branches
of it confront you in Ceylon.
The island of the present is
quiet and inconspicuOus affair compared
with what it once was. The dead |
cities of Ceylon were larger and more !
imposing than are the living cities. |
On this island are dead New Yorks, !
and dead Pekins, and dead Edinburghs, |
and dead LondonS. Ever and anon at |
the stroke of the archaeolog lists ham
mer the tomb of some great municipal |
ity flies open, and there are buried cit |
les that will yet respond to the explor-
er's pickax. The Pompeii and Hercu-
laneum underneath Italy are small |
compared with the Pompeiis and |
Herculaneums underneath Ceylon. |
YOnder is an exhumed city |
which was founded five hundred |
years before Christ, standing in pomp |
and splendor for twelve hundred years.
Stairways up which fifty men might |
pass side by side. Carved pillars, some
of them fallen, some of them aslant, |
some Oh tuem erect. 1nlulaSeS ana |
Christopher Wrens never heard of here
performed the marvels of sculpture |
and architecture. Aisles through which |
royal professions marched. Arches
under which kings We're carried.
City with reservoir twenty miles
in circumference. Extemporized
lakes that did their cooling
and refreshing for twelve centuries.
Ruins more suggestive than Melroso
and Kenilworth. Ceylonian Karnaks
and Luxors. Ruins retaining much Of
grandeur, through wars bombarded
them, and Time put his chisel on every
block, and more than all, vegetation
in all the crevices. Dagobas, Oh
places where relics of saint
or deities are kept. Dagobas
four hundred feet high, and their
fallen material burying precious things
for the sight of which modern Curl
osity has digged and blasted in vain
Procession of elephants in imitation,
wrought into lustrous marble. Troops
of horses in full run. Shrines, chap
els, cathedrals wrecked on the noun
tain side. Stairs of moonstone. Exquis
tie scrolls rolling up more mysterie.
than will ever be unrolled. Over six
teen square miles, the ruins of one
city strewn. Throne rooms on which
at different times sat one hundred.
and sixty-five kings, reigning in au-
inhorifa6 Walls |