low grassy banks. The mystic beauty of the Lower Salwin, the stately pomp of the Irrawaddy, the sad grey wastes of some Indian river, toiling through spaces it cannot fillathere is 110 hint of these on the banks of the Yunzalin as I look upon it to-day at Pha-pun. There is little happily to detract from its homely English beauty. But the human note is essentially Eastern. Women bare to the shoulder come to the river's edge to bathe and to fill their waterpots ; small lads splash about on rafts of green bamboo ; groups of wayfaring Shan ford it at the shallows ; and elephant-men scrub their restless beasts, lying prone and immersed to the skull in the water. By the bridge a fleet of Chittagonian boats lies at anchorathe only link that binds Pha-pun to the outer world.