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water ia very pure, and the luxury of s swim in a bath-tub of granite, sixty by thirty, shaded from thesun by a light bam- bee roof, where a natural waterfall furnishes the shower-bath, can only be appreciated in this hot tropical climate. But the hotel attached, where we ordered a tiffla after our bath, 1s more pretentions than desery- ing. It claims, after the style of the loyal Britoy, to bs “under the patronage of H. R. H. ths Princcas of Wales, the Governor of the Provinee,” and 4 long list of other local dignitaries. In the public room ihe walls are decorated with engravings repre- senting the “‘heir apparent’ in the midet of a happy domestic circle, a picture of home felicity co notoriously beliod by the facts as to excite only pity for the poor Princess. Here were also two engraye ings of the gay young Duke of Kdinburgh, whore escapades during his visit Jest year to Australia and India so scandalized his good mother a3 to lead to his being sent home to England. Though bat moderately loyal 2¢ home, the Britain becomes Intensely 60 when abroad, and ruffles his feathers at any allusion by a foreignor to the diseredit- able acts of these royal brothers. But I am told that among themselves they do not hesitate to condemn such conduct in terms ag severe 38 5 republican would use in speakiug of rulers elected by his own yote.
Of ali the truits for which Penang is famous, none has given rise to eo much dis- eussion on our way Up the const as the dorian, One of our passengers, an old resi- dent of Indiz, is extravagant in its praise. He says it is very wholesome and nutri- tious, that he always eats at least one before breakfast, and his wife and children prefer it to pine apples, oranges or bananas. He admits that toa stranger it has a slightly unplesasaat odor, but he describea the taste as resembling custards flavored with pine auple and strewberry. Another passenger tells quite a different atory. He says it ia the vilest and most horrid smelling frult in the world; that garlic, fried onions, agea- feetida, and the seventy distinct smella of ®ologne rondensed ia one cannot be com- pared with the nauseating stench of the dorian.
Such a diversity of opinion resulta in a waser between a full-blooded, rosy-cheeked young Eoglishman, who has lately ‘‘come out,” and an American, 63 to which shall partake moat freely of this delectable fruit whon we resch l’enang, In our tidea about,
