^ To Yenan-Gyaung
piasath, one attains here an exquisite climate. A summer morning on a cliff overlooking the sea, when balmy breezes are afoot, has no greater power to lull and to charm the spirit.
And if the morning on the cliff-tops has her secret of fresh delights, the evening comes with revelations of surpassing beauty. The picture she paints is so tender and so majestic, that it must be difficult to overstate its charm. First there are the great cliffs with wThite faces overlooking the river. Beyond them there spread the waters, over spaces so vast that the eye cannot compass them. The river embraces in its folds a succession of islands, so numerous and varied that all sense of a single stream is lost. They are covered with meadows of silver-pink kaing, in the midst of which lie purple lakes and rosy pathways of waters ; but where the islands cease, the river spreads in a single expanse from the foot of the white cliffs to the low misty western shore. The opal gleams of the sunset, breaking through grey cloud masses, fall in long reflections on its surface. To the eye ranging swiftly over it, the wide world of waters seems absolutely motionlessaa mystic sea of infinite depth. A waterfowl skims its surface, bird and shadow, and the air is so clear, the waters are so mirror-like, the environment so still and lone, that for a long while its wings flapping lazily over the water convey the only hint of motion in a spectacle of arrested beauty. In the far west the gleam of fires and the smoke ascending from villages and hamlets greet the eye with the wistful suggestion