with a palace provided for her special residence.  This marriage was brought about through the influence of the governor of the Portuguese colony at Goa, 200 miles south of Bombay, and illustrates the liberality of Shah Jehan in religious matters.  He not only tolerated, but invited Catholic missionaries to come into his empire and preach their doctrines, and although we know very little of the experience of the Sultana Miriam, and her life must have been rather lonely and isolated, yet the king did not require her to remain in the harem with his other wives, but gave her an independent establishment a considerable distance from the city, where she was attended by ladies of her own race and religion.  Her palace has disappeared, but the church she built is still standing, and her tomb is preserved.  By successive changes they have passed under the control of the Church of England and her grounds are now occupied by an orphanage under the superintendence of a Mr. Moore, who has 360 young Hindus under his care.  The fathers and mothers of most of them died during the famine and he is teaching them useful trades.  We stopped to talk to some of the children as we drove about the place, but did not get much information.  The boys giggled and ran away and the workmen were surprisingly ignorant of their own affairs, which, I have discovered, is a habit Hindus cultivate when they meet strangers.

Akbar the Great is buried in a coffin of solid gold in a mausoleum of exquisite beauty about six miles from Agra on the road to Delhi.  It is another architectural wonder.  Many critics consider it almost equal to Taj Mahal.  It is reached by a lovely drive along a splendid road that runs like a green aisle through a grove of noble old trees whose boughs are inhabited by myriads of parrots and monkeys.  The mausoleum is quite different from any other that we have seen, being a sort of pyramid of four open platforms, standing on columns.  These are of red sandstone and the fourth, where rests the tomb of the great Mogul, of marble.  The lower stories are frescoed and decorated elaborately in blue and gold.  The fourth or highest platform is a beautiful little cloister of the purest white.  No description in words could possibly do it justice or convey anything like an accurate idea of its beauty.  Imagine, if you can, a platform eighty feet from the ground reached by beautiful stairways and inclosed by roofless walls of the purest marble that was ever quarried.  These walls are divided into panels.  Each panel contains a slab of marble about an inch thick and perforated like the finest of lace.  The divisions and frame work, the base and frieze are chiseled with embroidery in stone such as can be found nowhere else.  There is no roof but the sky.  In the center of this lofty chamber stands a solid block of marble which is covered with inscriptions from the Koran in graceful, flowing Persian text.  Sealed within a cenotaph underneath are the remains of the great Akbar.