pleased to call acivilization,a and their country was wrested from them in consequence by the superior force of might. The rubbish indulged in as regards aimproving and elevating them a I have but little patience with; it is, in the first place, right down dishonest, and it is, moreover, impossible even were it desirable.
In the a commercial advantages,a which werealet us be franka'the mainspring of the whole movement, there figured largely certain mines that had for years dazzled our eyes and excited our thirst for gain : well, we took them as the price of our a improvements,a and how have they been manipulated ?
I have already had occasion to discuss the variety and strength of Oriental smells ; one could, in fact, very well do without the sense of smell while in the East; the scent even of the flowers, of mango, orange, lime, and dedonia, is oppressive in the sultry atmosphere. But the a artificial a smells are something to experience; that of an Indian bazaaraa compound of assafcetida, decayed produce, and stagnant drainsaclings to a person for ever ; that of a Burmese market is delightfully enhanced by the perfume of Gua-pu, a speciality of the country, in which stale fish, lime, and other similar ingredients are incorporated secundum artem.
The display in the Rangoon market included meat, fish, poultry, fruit, vegetables, and flowers, in variety and abundance ; but every other odour was assimilated and overcome by Gua-pu. Yet who shall ridicule so acquired a taste ?
The alderman likes his green turtle, the Chinaman his birdsa nests, and the Frenchman his frogsa legs ; so, too, the Burmese will have his Gua-pu.
The fact is, there is Gua-pu and Gua-pu !
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