136 LIFE IN JAVA.
in^ them on grasshoppers and wild herbs, one died on the journey, the other some months after, at Singapore.
Beyond the passar, or market, is the campong cheena; and further on we came to a cemetery, where we saw several monuments erected to the memory of those Englishmen who fell at the suc- cessful assault of the Kraton in 1812.
A column, sculptured, or rather, I should say, cemented over with designs of leaves and flowers, attracted our attention, as marking the last earthly resting-place of a " brave and gallant youth," who, at the assault, was one of the first to penetrate into the private apartments of the Sultan. Breaking his way through a wooden door which barred his progress, he came suddenly upon an unexpected ob- ject in the person of a dark-eyed Javanese girl, who, from some cause unknown, had been left behind when the Sultan and his court made their hasty exit. Unlike Gonsalvo de Cordova, who, when he found
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