one end of the deck a party of Christian Karen, who sing hymns in a strange tongue, to the familiar tunes of an English parish church. An elder expounds a text, as the steamer throbs on her way, and the company about him follow him with quiet zeal. Curious as is the spectacle, it is typical of the East. There is no trace of self-consciousness in any of their faces, no idea of posing as pious people. No pious gloom surrounds them ; they sing and worship, apparently because it gives them genuine pleasure to do so.
WAITING FOR THE STEAMER
Their fellow-passengers, when not preoccupied with their own affairs, look on with profound interest, as they would at a steam-engine, or any other novelty. Certainly no one of them would dream of objecting