must reveal something worth seeing. Surmounting them one reaches a wall, and, passing through its gates, realises at once that here is not a temple, but a series of many temples, built in terraces up the hill. On the lowest tier is the pool where lie, inactive until you buy for them a bunch of green kangkong herb, dozens of amiable tortoises, type of that sturdy creature who bears the world on his back. On the tier above is the goldfish pool surrounded by marigold, rose, gaillardia and chrysanthemum in pots. Looking up the hill one sees, stretching up and up continually, the ramping roofs, the raking gables of Chinese temple architecture. On the walls are lettered tablets in royal blue. The boulders of the hill are incised with Chinese characters in red. On every hand are shrines. Brass blazes in sunlight, or warms the shadows, in urns and jars and gongs and vessels of all shapes. Temple surpasses temple. In one a solemn figure broods and compels reverence. In another laughs a jolly god, and you in turn smile at his jovial countenance. Side by side sit hideous and gigantic demons, crushing the wicked under foot. Everywhere is Buddhaa Buddha brass, Buddha alabaster, Buddha gold leaf, but always Buddha mysteriously at peace. From the very top of tops you look down again across the flamboyant roofs and see Penang laid beneath you, a sea of waving palms. At length, having wandered where you will, you are invited to drink a cup of complimentary tea, and the visitorsa book is laid before you, full of famous names. On the walls of the tea-room hang the signatures of the Duke of Connaught, Admiral Togo and Chulalonkorn of Siam. It is explained to you how each race of Buddhists has here its own templea Siamese, Japanese, Chinese, Burmese or Sinhalese. After contributing to the funda for this temple is sadly in need, with its extravagant passion for buildinga you descend again through the tiers of temples, and so back to Penang. Choose a different route for the return, for all Penanga s roads are beautiful.
Ayer Itam Chinese Temple, Penang.
Centre of the Krian district, the largest agricultural district in the Peninsula, where rice, coconuts, sugar and rubber are grown in large quantities. In the snipe season (September-March) the village is a convenient centre for the excellent shooting, or Bagan Serai may be chosen for the same purpose. Both are in the irrigation area, w'liich comprises 67,000 acres.
This town is the headquarters of the British administration of the State of Perak and the seat of the British Resident. It is probably the most beautiful town in the Peninsula. It possesses a limpid lake surrounded by public gardens, a racecourse, a polo ground, a rifle range, a golf course, a museum, and cricket, lawn tennis and football grounds. An Indian regiment, upkept by the Malay Sultans as part of their treaty obligations, is