precious is their memory; but, to be known in their grandeur and beauty, they must be seen. We cannot do less than say that such things are; but the reader shall be spared the vain attempt to paint them for his admiration.
Coimbatoor.
The sojourner on the Neilgherries, when looking down from some lofty summit upon the lowlands basking in the bright sunlight with glistening tanks and checkered fields, longs to be once more at home among the objects of his anxious labours. Heat and languor are forgotten, and he sighs to be with his brethren amid the toils of the missionary-work. Such, at least, was our experience; and, when circumstances favoured it, we embraced an opportunity of going down for a few days to the plains, to see "India" again, and to meet friends from the island of Ceylon, now in Coimbatoor, a town heretofore unvisited by us. Prepared with clothing for a new climate, we set out, Mrs. D. in a palankeen, I on a little shaggy white poney, who bore on his shoulder
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