-^<^^^^^^fe^/ THE IDOL OF BUDDHA THE ROMANCE OF THE HAREM BY MES. ANNA H. LEONOWENS, AUTHOR OF " THE ENGLISH GOVERNESS AT THE SIAMESE COURT. Illustrate*). THE EMERALD IDOL. BOSTON: JAMES R. OSGOOD AND COMPANY, Late Ticknor & Fields, axd Fields, Osgood, & Co. 1873. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1872, BY JAMES R. OSGOOD & CO., in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. University Press: Welch, Bigelow, & Co., Cambridge. PREFACE 91 rpRUTH is often stranger than fiction/' but so J- strange will some of the occurrences related in the following pages appear to Western readers, that I deem it necessary to state that they are also true. Most of the stories, incidents, and characters are known to me per- sonally to be real, while of such narratives as I received from others I can say that " I tell the tale as it was told to me," and written down by me at the time. In some cases I have substituted fictitious for real names, in order to shield from what might be undesired publicity persons still living. I gladly acknowledge my indebtedness to Mr. Francis George Shaw for valuable advice and aid in the prep- aration of this work for the press, and to Miss Sarah Bradley, daughter of the Eev. Dr. Bradley of Bangkok, for her kindness in providing me with photographs, otherwise unattainable, for some of the illustrations. New Brighton, Staten Island, September 13, 1872. DEDICATION. To the noble and devoted women whom I learned to know, to esteem, and to love in the city of the Nang Harm, I dedicate the following pages, containing a record of some of the events con- nected with their lives and sufferings. LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. I. The Idol of Buddha .... II. The Emerald Idol III. A Siamese Slave-Girl .... IV. A Siamese Flower-Girl .... V. Guard of Amazons VI. Palm-Trees near the New Road, Bangkok VII. A Young Siamese Nobleman . VIII. Smayatee IX. A Royal Actress X. RuNGEAH, THE CAMBODIAN PROSELYTE . XI. Ladies of the Royal Harem at Dinner XII. A Laotian XIII. Crenellated Towers of the Inner City XIV. An Amazon of the Royal Body Guard . XV. Queen of Siam XVI. King of Siam XVII. Temple and Ruins of Kampoot Frontispiece. Ttgnette. Page 32 a 48 u 64 a 80 a 104 a 120 it 128 a 144 (l 160 u 168 M 176 it 184 it 240 (1 264 it 270 CONTENTS. Chapter Paob I. "Huang Thai," or the Kingdom op the Freb . . 1 II. Tuptim : A Tragedy of the Harem . . . . 14 III. Tuptim's Trial 25 IV. The King changes his Mind 35 V. Slavery in the Grand Royal Palace of the "Invincible and Beautiful Archangel" ...... 42 VI. Khoon Thow App, the Chief of the Female Judges . 58 VII. The Rajpoot and his Daughter 65 VIII. Among the Hills of Orissa 72 IX. The Rebel Duke P'haya Si P'hifoor .... 77 X. The Grandson of Somdetch Ong Yai, and his Tutor P'hra Chow Saduman 84 XI. The Heroism of a Child 102 XII. The Interior of the Duke Chow P'haya Mandtree's Harem 107 XIII. A Night of Mysteries 112 XIV. " Weeping may endure for a Night, but Joy cometh in the Morning" 118 XV. The Favorite of the Harem 122 XVI. May-Pea h, the Ladtian Slave-Girl 145 XVII. An Accidental Discovery of the Whereabouts of the Princess Sunartha VisMrrA 151 XVIII. Lady Thieng, the Head Wife and Superintendent of the Royal Cuisine 155 Vlll CONTENTS. XIX. The Princess Sunartha Vismita 160 XX. Pak Laut, or the Mouth of the Ocean . . .165 XXI. Narrative of the Princess of Chiengmai . . . 171 XXII. "Bijrepuree," or the Diamond City .... 175 XXIII. The Deaf and Dumb Changeling ..... 180 XXIV. Witchcraft in Siam in Eighteen Hundred and Sixty- Six, COMPARED WITH WITCHCRAFT IN ENGLAND IN SEV- ENTEEN Hundred and Sixteen 184 XXV. Trial for Witchcraft 188 XXVI. The Christian Village of Tams£ng, or of Thomas the Saint 202 XXVII. Nang Rungeah, the Cambodian Proselyte . . 213 XXVIII. Ad ogni Uccello suo Nido e bello, — "To every Bird its own Nest is charming" 221 XXIX. Stray Leaves from the Royal School-Room Table 237 XXX. The Siamese System of Slavery 257 XXXI. The Royal Proclamations 264 A Legend of the Gold and Sllver Mines of Siam . . . 271 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. CHAPTER I. "MUANG THAI," OR THE KINGDOM OF THE FREE. SIAM is called by its people " Muang Thai " (the king- dom of the free). The appellation which we employ is derived from a Malay word scujdm (the brown race), and is never used by the natives themselves ; nor is the country ever so named in the ancient or modern annals of the kingdom. In the opinion of Pickering, the Siamese are of Malay origin. A majority of intelligent Europeans, however, regard the population as mainly Mongolian. Put thero is much more probability that they belong to that power- ful Indo-European race to which Europe owes its civiliza- tion, and whose chief branches are the Hindoos, Persians, Greeks, Latins, Kelts, and the Teutonic and Sclavonic tribes. The original site of this race was in Bactria, and the earliest division of the people could not have been later than three or four thousand years before the Chris- tian era. Comparative philology alone enables us to traco the origin of nations of great antiquity. According to the researches of the late king, who was a very studious and learned man, of twelve thousand eight hundred Siamese words, more than five thousand are found to be Sanskrit, or to have their roots in that language, and the rest in tho Indo-European tongues ; to which have been superadded a 2 HOMANCE OF THE HAREM. great number of Chinese and Cambodian terms. He says : " The names of temples, cities, and villages in the king- dom of Siam are derived from three sources, namely, San- skrit, Siamese, and Cambodian. The names which the common people generally use are spoken according to the idiom of the Siamese language, are short and easily pro- nounced ; but the names used in the Court language and in the government documents, which receive the govern- ment seals, are almost all of Sanskrit derivation, apt to be long ; and even though the Sanskrit names are given at full length, the people are prone to speak them incor- rectly. Some of our cities and temples have two and even three names, being the ancient and modern names, as they have been used in the Court language or that of the people." As the words common to the Siamese and the Sanskrit languages must have been in use by both peoples before their final separation, we have here a clew to the origin ■and degree of civilization attained by the former before ^ ^ they emigrated from the parent stock. Q. C Besides the true Siamese, a great variety of races in- habit the Siamese territories. The Siamese themselves trace their genealogy up to the first disciples of the Bud- dha, and commence their records at least five centuries before the Christian era. First, a long succession of dynas- ties, with varying seats of government, figure in their ancient books, in which narrations of the miracles of the Buddhas, and of the intervention of supernatural beings, are frequently introduced. Then come accounts of matrimo- nial alliances between the princes of Siam and the Impe- rial family of China; of embassies to, and wars with, the neighboring countries, interspersed with such relations of prodigies and such marvellous legends as to surpass all possible conception of our less fertile Western imaginations. It is only after the establishment of Ayudia as the capital of Siam, A. D. looO, that history assumes its rightful " MUAXG THAI," OR THE KINGDOM OF THE FUEE. 3 functions, and the course of events, with the regular suc- cession of sovereigns, is registered with tolerable accuracy. The name of Siani was first heard in Europe — that is, in Portugal — in the year 1511, nine years after Alfonso d'Albuquerque, the great Viceroy of the Indies, had landed on the coast of Malabar with his soldiers, and conquered Goa, which he made the seat of the Portugo- Indian government, and the centre of its Asiatic opera- te nis. After establishing his power in Goa, D'Albuquerque subdued the whole of the Malabar, the island of Ceylon, the Sunda Isles, the peninsula of Malacca, and the beau- tiful island of Ormuz, at the entrance to the Persian Gulf. It was here that D'Albuquerque is said to have received the ambassadors of the Emperor of Persia, sent to collect the tribute formerly paid to him by the sovereigns of the island, and, instead of the customary gold and silver, to have laid before them iron bullets and a sword, with : " This is the coin in which Portugal pays those who de- mand tribute from her." Whether this incident really occurred or not, it is certain that D'Albuquerque made the name of Portugal so feared and respected in the East, that many of the potentates in that region, and among them the kings of Siani and Pegu, sent embassies to him, and sought his alliance and protection. The profitable rela- tions anticipated from this opening were interrupted, how- ever, by the long and bitter war which shortly broke i ut between Siam and Birmah, and the intercourse between the Siamese and Portuguese was not renewed for a long time. As early as the fifteenth century the celebrated German traveller, Mandelslohe, visited Ayudia, the capital of Siam, and called it the Venice of the East, — a title equally appli- cable to the modern capital, Bangkok. The Portuguese explorer, Mendez Pinto, who was in Siam in the sixteenth century, gives a very favorable account of the country, and, in my opinion, deserves more credit for the truth of 4 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. his statements than was accorded to him by his contem- poraries. In 1G32 an English vessel is said to have reached Ayudia, and to have found it in ruins, the coun- try having been laid waste by successive incursions of the Birmese. The great river Meinam is the Nile of Siam. Rising among the southern slopes of the snow-covered moun- tains of Yunan, it traverses the whole length of the val- ley, receiving in its course the waters of many other streams, the most important being the Meikhong, which in its length of nearly one thousand miles drains the eastern provinces of Laos and Cambodia. Ancient an- nals relate that in the fifteenth and as late as the seven- teenth century, Chinese junks ascended the river as far as Sangkalok, nearly one hundred and twenty leagues from its mouth ; now, owing to the increasing alluvial deposit, it is not navigable more than fifteen leagues at most. In the month of June, the mountain snows begin to melt, the deluging rains of the wet season set in, the strong southerly winds dam up the waters of the Meinam, and it begins to rise, — an event most eagerly looked for by the people, and hailed by them as a blessing from Heaven. In August the inundation is at its height, and the whole vast valley is like one immense sea, in which towns and villages look like islands, connected by drawbridges, and interspersed with groves and orchards, the tops of which only are seen, while boats pass to and fro without injury to the rice and other crops starting beneath them. The whole valley is intersected by canals, some of great size and extent, in order to distribute as far as possible the benefits of this grand operation of nature ; but the lands situated about the middle of the great plain derive the greatest advantage therefrom. When the inundation is supposed to have reached its "MUANG THAI, Oil THE KINGDOM OF THE IRKE. 5 height, a deputation of Talapoins, or priests, sent by the king, descend the river in magnificent state barges, and with chants and incantations and movements of magical wands command the waters to retire. Sometimes, how- ever, the calculations prove to have been incorrect, the river continues to rise, and it is they who are compelled to retire, filled with chagrin and disappointment. The popular river festival, which takes place after the waters begin to subside, both in origin and character be- longs to the Hindoos, rather than to the Buddhists. It is an annual festival held at night, and the scene which is exhibited during its celebration is exceedingly beautiful. The banks of the Meinam are brilliantly lighted up; accompanied and announced by numerous flights of rock- ets, a number of floating palaces, built on rafts, come sail- ing down the stream, preceded by thousands of lamps and lanterns wreathed with chaplets of flowers, which cover with their gay brilliancy the entire surface of the flashing water. The rafts, which are formed of young plantain-trees fastened together, are often of considerable extent, and the structures which they bear are such as Titania herself might delight to inhabit. Towers, gates, arches, and pagodas rise in fantastic array, bright with a thousand colors, and shining in the light of numberless cressets, — so the fairy-like spectacle moves on, while ad- miring crowds of men, women, and children throng the banks of the river, not only to join the brilliant pageant, but to watch their own frail little bark, freighted, per- chance, with a single lamp, yet full of life's brightest hopes, as it floats unextinguished down the rapid stream, glimmering on with ruddy flame amidst the shadows of night The products of Siam, as may be supposed from its range of latitude, its tropical heats, its variety of climate, and the fertility of the valley, annually renewed by the 6 KOMANCE OF THE- HAHEM. inundation, are very diversified, and almost unlimited in quantity. Its rice, of which there are forty varieties, is excellent, and its sugar is esteemed the best in the world. Among the other exports are cotton, tobacco, hemp, cutch, dried iisli and fruits, cocoanut-oil, beeswax, precious gums, spices, dye and other woods, especially teak, ivory, and many articles too numerous to mention. The min- eral riches of the country are still almost entirely in an undeveloped state. The search for sparkling gems has in all ages been ea- gerly engaged in ; diamonds and other precious stones are frequently offered for sale, but the precise locality in which they are found is kept secret by the natives. The thousand-fold more valuable seams of coal and iron have remained unsought and most imperfectly worked as yet. A beginning has at last been made by the present king, and the last and best, though poetically maligned, age of iron is about to spread its blessings over the Siamese Empire. The population of Siam cannot be ascertained with correctness, owing to the custom of enumerating only the men. When I was in Bangkok, the native registers gave the number of them as four million Siamese, one million Laotians, one million Malays and Indians, one million five hundred thousand Chinese, three hundred and fifty thou- sand Cambodians, fifty thousand Peguans, and the same number of mountain tribes ; in all, nearly eight millions. If these figures are even approximately correct, and the women and children bear the same proportion to the men as in other countries, the total population of Siam far ex- ceeds the numbers which have hitherto been assigned to it. No people in the world exhibit so many exceptional developments of human nature as the different races occu- pying the eastern peninsula of India. The most impres- "MXJANG THAI," OR THE KINGDOM OF THE FREE. 7 sible of races, ideas and views of life take root among them such as would find no acceptance elsewhere. Supple and pliant in their bodily frames, they are equally so in their mental and moral constitution ; and upon no other race has the force of circumstance and the contagion of ex- ample so potent an influence in determining them towards good or evil. Royalty, therefore, to them, is not a mere name. It has taken such hold on their affections that it usurps the place of a religious sentiment. The person of tho king is sacred. He is not only enthroned, he is enshrined. His rule may be called despotic, but it is tempered by law and by not less revered custom. He may name his successor by Will, but the Royal or Secret Council will determine whether that Will shall be carried into effect A second king, selected, like the first or supreme king, from the royal family, is also appointed by the Secret Council. Whatever may have originally been the func- tions of this second king, his exercise of them appears, from incidents of the late reign, to be dependent upon tho disposition of the supreme king, and his desire or disin- clination to concentrate in his own person all the powers of the throne. The whole empire is divided into forty-nine provinces, with their respective Phayas, or governors; and these again are subdivided into districts under inferior officers, respect- ing whose administration but little that is good can bo said. Every subject, even the most humble, has by law tho right to complain to the king in person against any ollicial, however exalted ; and the king sits in public at the eastern gate of the palace to receive the petitions of his people. Two or three centuries after Brahminism and caste had been authoritatively established in the Hindoo code, there arose a new religion which totally ignored the old one, and almost immediately supplanted it as the state religion 8 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. of India. This was Buddhism, founded by Gotama, other- wise called Sakya Muni, a Kshatrya Prince of Oude. A high-priest of the Abstract, and believing that the only possible revelation from the Supreme is that which comes from within, Gotama educed a new faith from the luminous depths of his own soul. His object was not only a religious but a social revolution. A good deal of what was venerated as religion he found to be merely social usage, for which a Divine sanction was feigned. Gotama, without hesitation, rejected all this, by denying the inspiration of the Vedas, the existence of the popular gods, and the spiritual supremacy of the Brahmins. His greatest blow to the old religion, however, was in his ex- plicit repudiation of caste. He offered his religion to all inen alike, Brahmin and Sudra, high and low, bond and free ; whereas, for a Sudra even to look on the Vedas, or to be taught their contents, was strictly forbidden by the Brahminical system. Buddha boldly expounded to the people that, according to their own books, all men were equal ; that Brahma himself, when asked to whom all the prayers of the different nations and- races of the earth were addressed, replied : " I bear the burden of all those who labor in prayer. I, even I, am he who prayeth for them through their own lips ; and they, even they, who involun- tarily worship other gods believingly, worship even me." * He also did away with the endless formalism of the old faith, and enjoined only a simple observance of the funda- mental points of morality ; and it was only after he had aided in removing the social and spiritual shackles that oppressed the people, that he directed their attention to the simple and weightier matters of religion. Hence the popularity it attained, spreading among the low caste as well as among the rich and great, until it has become the dominant faith from the Himalayas to Ceylon, * See the Siamese work, " Phra tin Sang." "MUANG THAI,"' OH THE KINGDOM OF THE FREE and thence to Siam, China, Japan, and the neighboring isles. Buddhism, therefore, the religion of the Eastern world; as Christianity is that of the Western, is the stale religion of Siam and that of most of its inhabitants, but all re- ligions are tolerated and absolutely free from interim n •«•. All the pagan sects who inhabit this part of India agree excellently, and each frequently takes part in the festivals of the other ; and I also observed that not a few Buddhists, his late Majesty included, wear on their foreheads the sectarial mark of Vishnu and Siva united. The doctrine of Buddha inculcates a belief in one God, Adi Buddha.* This I infer, not only from the universally avowed conviction of the Buddhists with whom I have conversed, but from Buddha's own words, where he says : " Without ceasing shall I run through a course of many births, looking for the malcr of this tabernacle,^ who is not represented by any outward symbol, but in a series of Buddhas, avIio have been sent with divine powers to teach the human race and lead it to salvation." These are represented by images, often of colossal size and great beauty, and to them the prayers of worshippers are ad- dressed. It inculcates, also, a belief in the law of retri- bution or compensation, and of many births or stages of probations, through which the human soul may iinally attain beatitude. Buddhism has its priests and nuns, separated from the world, and vowed to poverty, celibacy, and the study of the Divine law. Unlike the silent and long-forsaken temples of Egypt, Greece, and Italy, the architectural grandeur of the Buddhist pagodas and tem- ples is enhanced by the presence of thousands of en- thusiastic worshippers. The sound of a bell, or gong, or * Supreme Intelligence. t See Siamese work, " Pbra thi Sang," and Lecture on Buddhist Nihil- ism, by F. Max Mttller. 1* 10 ROMANCE OF THE HABEM. of the sacred shell, indicates the hours of the priests' attendance at the temples. At such times the priests are to be seen officiating at the shrines, where, amid the noise of many instruments playing in concert, the smoke of fragrant incense, and the perfumes of fresh flowers, they are uttering sacred invocations or incantations, and pre- senting the offerings of the worshippers. In the sermons preached daily in these immense temples, thronged with men and women, the chief themes are humanity, endur- ance, patience, submission. Among the practical precepts are these : " Love your enemies. Sacrifice your life for truth. Be gentle and tender. Abstain from war, even in self-defence. Govern yourselves in thought, word, and deed. Avoid everything that may lead to vice. Be obedient to your parents and superiors. Iieverence old age. Provide food and shelter for the poor, the aged, and the oppressed. Despise no man's religion. Persecute no man." But alas ! in Siam, as in all the rest of the world, the practice falls far short of the precept. Nevertheless, I have found among the Siamese, also, men and women who observe faithfully the precepts of their religion, whose lives are devoted to charity and good works ; and there were some — not one alone, but many — who during the years I lived in Bangkok sacrificed their lives for truth, and even under the torture and in death showed a self-sacrificing devotion and a courage not to be excelled by the most saintly of the Christian martyrs. Polygamy — or, properly speaking, concubinage — and slavery are the curses of the country. But one wife is allowed by law ; the king only may have two, a right and a left hand wife, as these dual queens are called, whose offspring alone are legitimate. The number of concubines is limited only by the means of the man. As the king is the source of all wealth and influence, dependent "MUAXG THAI," OK THE KINGDOM OF TUB FREE. 11 kin^S, princes, and nobles, and all who would seek tlio royal favor, vie with each other in bringing their most beautiful and accomplished daughters to the royal harem. Here it is that the courage, intrepidity, and heroism of these poor, doomed women are gradually developed. I have known more than one among them who accepted her fate with a repose of manner and a sweet resignation that told how dead must be the heart under that still exterior; and it is here, too, that I have witnessed a forti- tude under suffering of which history furnishes no parallel. And 1 have wondered at the sight. Though the common people have but one wife, the i'atal facility of divorce, effected by the husband's simply taking the priestly vows, which can be revoked at will, is often the cause of great suffering to the women. The husband and father have unlimited power, even of life and death, over the wife and children, but murders are extremely rare. Woman is the slave of man ; but when she becomes a mother her posi- tion is changed, and she commands respect and reverence. As a mother with grown children she has often more influence than her husband. Hence maternity is the supreme good of the woman of Siam ; to be childless, the greatest of all misfortunes. As was ancient Ayudia, so is Bangkok, the present capital of Siam, the Venice of the East. Imagine a city with a large network of water-roads in the place of streets, and intersected with bridges so light and fanciful that one might almost fancy them to have been blown together by the breath of fairies. A large proportion of its' inhabitants live in floating houses, which line both banks of the Mcinam, and, tier upon tier, extend for miles above and below the walls. The city itself is surrounded by a battlemented and turreted wall, fifteen feet high and twelve feet broad, which was erected in the early part of the reign of Phaya Tak, about 1670. The grand palaces 12 ROMANCE OF THE HAKEM. and royal harem are situated on the right hand as you ascend the river, on a circular plot of ground formed by a sudden bend of the river, enclosing it on the west; while the eastern side is bounded by a large, deep canal. This plot of ground is encompassed by two walls running parallel to each other. Within the outer of these walls are the magazines, the royal exchange, the mint, the su- preme courts of justice, the prisons, temples, and fantastic pleasure-grounds, dotted with a multitude of elegant edifices, theatres, and aviaries, some of which are richly gilt and ornamented. In the centre of a very handsome square rise the majestic buildings of the Maha Phra Saat, the roof of which is covered with tiles, beautifully var- nished, and surmounted by gilded spires, while the walls are studded with sculptures, and the terraces decorated with large incense vases of bronze, the dark color and graceful forms of which stand in beautiful relief against the white marble background of the palace. Not far from this is another semicircular space sur- rounded by a high wall, which defends all entrance to the part enclosed by the inner of the two parallel walls before mentioned ; and here stands the city of the Nang Harm, or Veiled Women. In this city live none but women and children. Here the houses of the royal princesses, the wives, concubines, and relatives of the king, with their numerous slaves and personal attendants, form regular streets and avenues, with small parks, artificial lakes, and groups of fine trees scattered over miniature lawns and beautiful flower-gardens. These are the residences of the princesses of Siain. On the east, high above the trees, may be seen the many-towered and gilded roofs of the grand royal palace, brilliant as sapphire in the sunlight, and next to this is the old palace, to both of which is a private covered entrance for the women ; at the end of each of these passages is a bas-relief representing the head "MUANG THAI," OR THE KINGDOM 01' THE FREE, lo of an enormous sphinx, with a sword through the month, and this inscription: "Letter that a sword be thrust through thy mouth than that thou utter a word against him who ruleth on high." Not far from this are the barracks of the Amazons, the women's hall of justice, and the dungeons (where, as in the days of old, female judges daily administer justice to the inhabitants of this woman's city), the beautiful temple, with its long, dim gallery and antique style of architecture, in which I taught the royal children, the gymnasium, and the theatre, where the prin- cesses and great ladies assemble every afternoon to gossip, play games, or watch the exercises of the dancing-girls. In the southern part of this strange city, which is the most populous, the mechanical slaves of the wives, con- cubines, and princesses live, and ply their trades for the profit of their mistresses. This woman's city is as self- supporting as any other in the world : it has its own laws, its judges, police, guards, prisons, and executioners, its markets, merchants, brokers, teachers, and mechanics of every kind and degree ; and every function of every na- ture is exercised by women, and by them only. Into this inmost city no man is permitted to enter, except only the king, and the priests, who are admitted every morning under guard, in order that the inmates may perform the sacred duty of giving alms. The slave women arc allowed to go out to visit their husbands, or on business of their mistresses; but the mistresses themselves never leave it except by the covered passages to the palaces; temples, and gardens, until they have by age and position attained to a certain degree of freedom. The permanent population of this city is estimated at nine thousand. Of the life passed therein, volumes would not give an exact description; but what I am about to relate in the pages that follow will give the general reader, perhaps, some idea of many of the stirring incidents of that life. 14 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. CHAPTER II. TUPTIM: A TRAGEDY OF THE HAREM. THOSE of my readers who may recur to my late work, " The English Governess at the Siamese Court," will find on the 265th page mention of "a young girl of fresh and striking beauty, and delightful piquancy of ways and expression, who, with a clumsy club, was pounding frag- ments of pottery — urns, vases, and goblets — for the foundation of the Watt (or Temple) Rajah Bah ditt Sang. Very artless and happy she seemed, and as free as she was lovely ; but the instant she perceived that she had attracted the notice of the king, — who presided at the laying of the foundation of the temple, and Hung gold and silver coins among the workwomen, — she sank down and hid her face in the earth, forgetting or disregarding the falling vessels that threatened to crush her ; but the king merely diverted himself with inquiring her name and parentage, and some one answering for her, he turned away." This is all that is there said of her. A week later I saw the girl again, as I was passing through the long enclosed corridor within the palace on my way to my school-room in the temple. She was lying prostrate on the marble pavement among the offerings which were placed there for the king's acceptance, and which lie would inspect in his leisurely progress towards his breakfast-hall. I never went that way without seeing something lying there, — bales of silk on silver trays, boxes of tea, calicoes, velvets, fans, priests' robes, precious spices, silver, gold, and curiosities of all kinds, in fact, almost anything TITTIM: A TRAGEDY OF THE IIAKICM. 15 and everything that money could purchase, or the i abject sycophancy could imagine as likely to gratify the desp »t. Every noble, prince, ;i:i I merchant sought to ob- tain the royal favor by gifts thus presented, it being fully understood between the giver and receiver that whoever gave the most costly presents should receive the largest share of royal patronage and support But the most pre- cious tilings ever laid upon that pavement were the young hearts of women and children. Two women were crouching on either side of the young girl, waiting for the entrance of the king, in order to pre- sent her to him. I was hardly surprised to see her there. I had grown accustomed to such sights. But 1 was sur- prised at the unusual interest she appeared to excite in the other women present, who were all whispering and talking together about her, and expressing their admira- tion of her beauty in the most extravagant language. She was certainly very beautiful by nature, and those who sent her there had exhausted all the resources of art to complete, according to their notions, what nature had begun, and to render her a fitter offering for the king. Her lips were dyed a deep crimson by the use of betel; her dark eyebrows were continued in indigo until they met on her brow ; her eyelashes were stained with kohl; the tips of her fingers and her nails were made pink with henna; while enormous gold chains and rings bedizened her person. Already too much saddened by the. frequency of such sights, I merely cast a passing glance upon her and went my way; but now, as I see in memory that tiny figure lying there, and the almost glorified form in which I beheld it {"or the last time, I cannot keep the tears from my eyes, n >r still the aching of my heart. About three months or so later we met again in the same place I was passing through to the school-room, when I saw her joyously exhibiting to her companions a 1G ROMANCE OF THE HATCEM. pomegranate which she held in her hand. It seemed to he the largest and iinest fruit of the kind I had ever seen, and I stopped to get a closer view hoth of the girl and of the fruit, cacli perfect in its hind. I found, however, that the fruit was not real, only an imitation. It was a casket of pure gold, the lids of which were inlaid with rubies, which looked exactly like the seeds of the pomegranate when ripe. It was made to open and shut at the touch of a small spring, and was most exquisitely moulded into the shape and enamelled with the tints of the pomegranate. It was her betel-box. " Where did you get this box ? " I inquired. She turned to me with a child's smile upon her face, pointed to the lofty chamber of the king, and said, " My name, you know, is Tuptim" (Pomegranate). I under- stood the gilt. Afterwards I saw her frequently. On one occasion she was crying bitterly, while the head wife, Thieng, was reproving her with unusual warmth for some fault. I interrupted Thieng to ask for some paper and ink for the school-room, but she paid no attention to my demands. Instead of complying with them at once, as usual, she inquired of me, "What shall I do with this Tuptim? She is very disobedient. Shall I whip her, or starve her till she minds ? " "Forgive her, and be good to her," I whispered in Thieng's ear. " What ! " said the offended lady in an angry tone, " when she does wrong all the time, and is so naughty and wilful ? Why, when she is ordered to remain up stairs, she runs away, and hides herself in Maprang's or Simlah's rooms, and we are taken to task by his Majesty, who accuses us of jealousy and unkind treatment towards her. Then we have to search all the houses of the Clionis (concubines) until we find her, either in hiding or asleep, TUPTIM : A TRAGEDY OF THE HAREM. 17 and bring her to him. The moment she comes into his presence she goes down upon her knees, appearing bo very bashful and innocent that he is enraptured at the Bight, and declares that she is the most perfect, the most fasci- nating of women. But as soon as she can get away, she does the same thing again, only finding some new hiding- place, and so she makes an infinity of trouble. Now, she says she is ill, and cannot wait upon the king, while the physicians declare that there is nothing whatever the matter with her. I really don't know what to do or what to say, for I don't dare to tell the truth to the king, and I 'm in constant fear that she will come to a bad end, if she doesn't follow my advice and make up her mind to bear her life here more patiently." I pitied the poor girl, who really looked either sick or unhappy. Child as she was, there was a great deal of quiet dignity about her, as, with eyes filled with tears, she protested that she was utterly sick at heart, and could not go up stairs any more. I was sure that Thieng's sweeping reproof did not indicate any malice or real anger towards the girl, and, putting my arms around the elder lady, I succeeded in soothing her indignation, and at length ob- tained permission for Tuptim to be absent from duty for a few days. A grateful smile lit up the girl's tearful face as she crept away. "That girl is too artless," said kind-hearted Thieng to me, as soon as the child w T as out of sight; "and she will not even try to like her life here. I pity her from my very heart, mam dear, but it would not do to show it She would take advantage; of my kindness, and keep away from the king altogether, as Marchand does ; and in all such cases we head wives have to bear the brunt of the king's displeasure, and are thought to be jealous and in- triguing, when the holy Buddh in heaven knows that there is only kindness in our hearts*" 18 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. Not long after the above conversation, Tuptim began to come to school. She wanted to learn to write her name in English, she said, and she came to me once or twice a week until she had acquired that accomplishment, which seemed to give her immense satisfaction. After she had done this, she asked me if I would write the name " Khoon P'hra Balat " for her in English. I wrote it for her at once, without asking her why she wanted it or whose name it was. I did not even know if it was the name of a man or a woman, as the Siamese have no mas- culine and feminine terminations to their names and titles. She immediately began to trace the letters for herself, and I could see a world of tenderness in her large dreamy eyes as she copied and recopied the name in its English characters. I cannot rightly remember how often or how long she came to the school, for she was but one among many ; but, whenever she found me engaged with the princes and princesses, she would sit for hours on the marble floor, and listen to our simple exercises of trans- lating English into Siamese or Siamese into English, with increasing interest and delight expressed in her pure, guileless face. I do remember that she was never alone, but always accompanied by two or three young compan- ions of about her own age, who were as listless and idle as she was absorbed and interested. Perhaps this was the reason — with her extreme youth, for she was still but a child, and seemed even younger than she really was — why I never attempted to enter into conversation with her, or to learn anything about her history and her feelings. If I had done this, I might have succeeded in winning her confidence, and perhaps have been the means of reconciling her to her life in the pal- ace. That I did not, will ever be a source of poignant regret to me. One afternoon, as I was about leaving the palace after TUPTIM : A TRAGEDY OF THE BABEM. 19 school, she came running up to me, took a scrap of paper from under her vest, and held it silently before my eyes, while I read what was written upon it. It was the name "Khoon Phra Balat," carefully writ ten in Eng- lish characters, and she seemed delighted with the praise I bestowed on the writing. " Whose name is it, Tuptim ? " I asked She cast down her eyes and hesitated for a moment ; then, raising them to mine, she replied: "It is the name of the favorite disciple of the high-priest, Chow Khoon Sahj he lives at the temple of Rajah Bah ditt Sang, and sometimes preaches to us in the palace." The expression of deep reverence that animated her face as she spoke revealed to me a new phase in her character, and I felt strongly attracted towards her. I nevertheless left the palace without further conversation, but, on my way home, formed a vague resolution that I would endeavor to become better acquainted with her, and attempt to win her confidence. My half-formed resolve was without result, however, since, for some reason unknown to me, she never came to the school-room again; and, as I did not chance to meel her on my visits to the palace, she soon passed from my thoughts, and I forgot all about her. Some nine months, or perhaps a year, after my last en- counter with Tuptim, I became conscious of a change in the demeanor of my elder pupils; they were abstracted, and appeared desirous to get away from their studies as soon as possible. It seemed as if there were some secret they had been ordered to conceal from my boy and ma My imagination immediately took the alarm, and I became possessed with the idea that some grave calamity was impending. One day, when breaking up school for the afternoon, T heard one of the princes say to the others in Siamese : " Come, let 's go and hunt for Tuptim." 20 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. " Why ! where has she gone ? " As soon as I asked the question, Princess Ying Yonwa- lacks angrily seized him by the arm and hurried him away. I had no wish to inquire further. What I had heard was enough to excite my imagination afresh, and I hurried home full of anxiety about poor little Tuptim, thus suddenly brought back to my remembrance. On the following evening, it being Sunday, one of my servants informed me that a slave-girl from the palace wished to speak with me in private. When she came in, her face seemed familiar, but I could not remember where I had seen her or whose slave she was. She crawled up close to my chair, and told me in a low voice that her mistress, Khoon Chow Tuptim, had sent her to me. "You know," she added, "that my mistress has been found." " Found ! " I exclaimed ; " what do you mean ? " She repeated my question, and in great astonishment asked : " Why ! did you not know that my mistress had disappeared from the palace ; that his Majesty had offered a reward of twenty caties (about fifteen hundred dollars) to any one who would bring any information about her ; and that no trace of her could be discovered, though every- body had been searching for her far and near ? " " No, I have never heard a word about it. But how could she have got out of the palace, through the three rows of gates that are always bolted, and not be seen by the Amazons on guard ? " " Alas ! my lady, she did get out," replied the girl, who looked very wan and weary, whose eyes seemed to have been shedding tears for a long time, and who was on the point of breaking down again. She then went on to tell me that two priests had that morning discovered her mistress in the monastery attached to the temple of Eajah Bah ditt Sang, and had brought the information to the king, by TUPTTM: A TRAGEDY OF THE IIAKKM. 21 whose order she had been arrested and imprisoned in one of the palace dungeons. "But what good can I do, Phim ? " I asked, sorrow- fully. "O mam dear, if you don't help her, she's lost, she '11 be killed ! " cried the girl, bursting into a passion of tears. " Oh ! do, do go to the king, and ask him to for- give her. He '11 grant her life to you. I 'm sure lie will. Oh! oh! what shall I do! I've nobody to go to but you, and there's nobody but you can help her!" And her tears and sobs were truly heart-rending. I tried to soothe her. " Tell me, Phim," I said, " why did your mistress leave the palace, and who helped her to get away ? " The girl would not answer my question, but kept re- peating, " Oh ! do come and see her yourself ! Do come and see her yourself! You can go to the palace after dark, and the gate-keepers will let you in. Nobody need know that you are going to see my dear mistress." As there was no other method of quieting the poor girl, I finally made the promise, though I did not see what good my going could do, and was fully convinced that Phim had abetted Tuptim in her wrong-doing, whatever that might have been. After the slave-girl had left me, I sat by my window and watched the stars as they came out, one by one, and shone with unusual splendor in the cloudless sky. It was a Lovely night, and I felt the soothing influence of the Christian Sabbath even in that pagan land; but the one idea that took possession of my mind was: "Poor little Tuptim, in that dreadful dungeon underground." Still, and notwithstanding my promise, I felt a strong reluctance to respond to the cry which had reached me from her, and wished that I had never heard it. I was tired of the pal- ace, tired of witnessing wrongs I could not remedy, and 22 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. half afraid, too, to enter that weird, mysterious prison- world after nightfall. So I sat still in dreamy uncertainty, till a warm hand was laid upon mine, and I turned my eyes from the stars above to the poor slave-girl's sad, tear- stained face at my feet. " The gates are open for the prime-minister, mam dear," said she, in a low, pleading voice, " and you can get in now without any difficulty." I rose at once, resolutely cast my cowardly fears be- hind me, told my boy where and why I was going, put twenty ticals in my purse, wrapped my black cloak about me, and hurried towards the palace gate. Phim had run back at once, for fear of being shut out for the night. The women at the gates, who were all friendly to me, admitted me without question, and, as I passed, I dropped two ticals into the hand of the chief of the Amazons on guard, saying that I had been called into the palace on important business, and begging her to keep the inner gates open for my return. "You must be sure and come back before it strikes eleven," said she, and I passed on. As soon as I entered the main street within the walls, the slave-girl joined me, and led the way, crouching and running along in the deep shadow of the houses, until we reached the gate of the prison in which Tuptim was immured, when she immedi- ately disappeared. The hall I entered was immense, with innumerable pillars, and a floor which seemed to be entirely made up of huge trap-doors, double barred and locked, while the lanterns by which it was dimly lighted were hung so high that they looked like distant stars. There were about a dozen Amazons on guard, some of whom were already stretched in sleep on their mats and leather pillows, their weapons lying within reach. The eyes of all the wakeful custodians of the prison were fixed upon me as I entered. TUPTIM : A TRAGEDY OF THE ilAKKM* 23 A courteous return was made to my polite salutation, and Ma Fine Taphan — Great Motherof War — addressed me kindly, inquiring what was my object in coming there at that time of night. I told her that I had just heard of Tuptim's having got into trouble and being imprisoned, and had come to ascertain if I could be of any assistance to her. "The child is in trouble, indeed," replied Ma Ying Taphan; "and has not only got herself into prison, but her two young friends, Maprang and Simlah, who arc con- fined with her." " Can I not help them in any way ? " I asked. " No," said the Amazon, gently, " I fear you cannot. Her guilt is too great, and she must take the conse- quences." " What has she been doing ? " To this question I could get no answer ; and after vainly attempting to persuade Ma Ying Taphan to tell me, I tried to induce her to let me go down and visit poor Tup- tim. "Myde" (impossible), was the reply, "without an express order from the king. When you bring us that, we will let you in, but without it we cannot." And " myde " was the only answer I could get to my repeated and urgent entreaties. I sat there, hopelessly looking at the Amazons, who, in the dim light of the distant lanterns overhead, seemed to me to be changed from tender-hearted women, as they were, into fierce, vindictive executioners, and at the huge trap-door at our feet, beneath which the three children, as the Amazon had rightly called them, were imprisoned, but from which no sound, no cry, no indication of life escaped, until, tired and despairing, I rose and left the place. As soon as I was out of the building I saw Phim, the slave-girl, crouching in the shadows on the opposite side of the street, and keeping pace with me as I went towards 24 * ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. the palace gate. When I turned into another street she joined me, and I found that she had been hidden under the portico of the prison, and had heard all my conversa- tion with the Amazons. Prostrating herself till her fore- head touched my feet, she implored me, in the name of the P'hra Chow in heaven, not to forsake her dear mis- tress. "She is to be brought before the court in the outside hall of justice to-morrow," she said. " Oh ! do come early. Perhaps you can persuade Koon Thow App to be merciful to her." And, with a sickening sense of my utter poweiiessness, I promised to be present at the trial. tuptim's TK1AL. CHAPTEE III. tuptim's trial. ABOUT seven o'clock on the following morning T was in the Sala or San Shuang, which is within the second enclosure of the palace, but outside of the third or inner wall, which is that of the harem. This building is of one story only, and totally unlike that occupied for similar purposes in the interior of the grand palace. The main entrance was through a long, low corridor, on both sides of which opened apartments of different dimensions, so dilapidated as to be scarcely habitable, looking out upon the barracks, the magazine, and the fantastic grounds of the palace gardens. On entering the hall one was at once struck by the incongruities that met the eye ; the windows were large and lofty, and might have served for the casements of a royal residence, while the doors were very narrow and mean, and the floor merely a collection of worm-eaten boards roughly nailed down. One inter- esting and picturesque peculiarity was the monstrous size of the spiders, who must have had undisturbed possession of the walls and ceiling for at least a century. Altogether, it was very dark, dull, and dreary, even depressing and se- pulchral, when not illumined by the direct rays of the sun. Several of the men ami women judges were already there, interchanging greetings and offerings of the con- tents of their betel-boxes. PTiayaprome Baree Iiak, the chief of the men, and Khoon Thow App, chief of the women judges, sat apart, the latter with her head bowed in an attitude of reflection and sadness. Before them were low tables, on which lay dark rolls of laws, Siamese 2 26 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. paper, pens, and ink Some lower officials and clerks crouched around. They all eyed me with curiosity as I entered and took a seat at the end of the hall, near the two priests who were present as witnesses ; but no one made any objection to my stay. I had not been there long when a file of Amazons ap- peared, bringing in Tuptim and the two other girls under guard. These were Maprang and Simlah, Tuptim's most intimate friends, whom I had always seen with her when she came to the school-room. But was that Tuptim ? I sat stupefied at the trans- formation that had been wrought in the Tuptim I had known. Her hair was cut close to her head, and her eyebrows had been shaved off. Her cheeks were hollow and sunken. Her eyes were cast down. Her hands were manacled, and her bare little feet could hardly drag along the heavy chains that were fastened to her ankles. Her scarf was tied tightly over her bosom, and under it her close-fitting vest was buttoned up to the throat. Her whole form was still childlike, but she held herself erect, and her manner was self-possessed. When she spoke, her voice was clear and vibrating, her accent firm and un- flinching. The Amazons laid before the judges some priests' gar- ments and a small amulet attached to a piece of yellow cord. The vestments, such as are worn by a nain (young priest), were those in which Tuptim had been arrested, and in which she had probably escaped from the palace; the amulet, in appearance like those worn by all the natives of the country, had been taken from her neck. On opening the yellow silk which formed the envelope of the latter, a piece of paper was found stitched inside, with English letters written thereon. Khoon Thow App was sufficiently versed in English to spell out and read aloud the name of " Khoon P'hra Balat." tuptim's trial. 27 Tuptim was then ordered to come forward She dragged herself along as well as she could, and took her place in the centre of the hall She made no obeisance, no humble, appealing prostration, bnt neither was there any want of modesty in her demeanor. She sat down with the air of one who suffered, hut who was too proud to complain. I caught a glance of her eyes; they were clear and bright, and an almost imperceptible melancholy smile Bitted across her face as she returned my greeting. 1 was more astonished than before; the simple child was transfigured into a proud, heroic woman, and, as she sat there, she seemed so calm and pure, that one might think she had already crystallized into a lovely statue. Simlah and Maprang were examined first, and, without apparent reluctance, confessed all that poor Tuptim had ever confided to them, and a great many other irrelevant matters. But when Simlah spoke of her friend's escape from the palace as connected with Khoon Fhra Bal&t's coming in for alms,* Tuptim interrupted her, telling her to stop, and saying: "That's not true. You are wrong, Simlah, you know nothing about it. You know you don't And it was not at that time." Then, as if recollecting herself, she added, proudly: "No matter. Go on. Never mind me. Say all that you want to say"; and resumed her former position. "Well!" said Fhayaprome Baree Bak, the chief man judge; "if your companions know nothing about it, perhaps you will tell us exactly how it v "If I tell you the whole truth, will you believe me and judge me righteously ?" asked the girl. "You shall have the bastinado applied to your bare back if you do not confess all your guilt at once," replied the judge. Tuptim did not speak immediately ; but by the expres- * " The English Governess at the Siamese Court," p. 95. 28 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. sion of her eyes and the alternate flushing and paling of her face it was evident that she was debating in her own mind whether she should make a full confession or not. Finally, with an air of fixed determination she turned towards Khoon Thow App, and, addressing her exclusively, said : " Khoon P'hra Balat has not sinned, my lady, nor is he in any way guilty. All the guilt is mine. In the stillness of the nights, when I prostrated myself in prayer before Somdetch P'hra Buddh, the Chow, thoughts of es- caping from the palace often and often would distract me from my devotions and take possession of my thoughts. It seemed to me as if it were the voice of the Lord, and that there was nothing for me to do but to obey. So I dressed myself as a priest, shaved off my hair and my eyebrows — " " Now," interrupted P'hayaprome Baree Ptak, " that s just what we want to hear. Tell us who it was got the priest's dress for you, and shaved off your hair and your eyebrows. Speak up louder." " My lord, I am telling what I did myself, and not what any one else did. Hear me, and I will speak the truth, so far as it relates to myself; beyond that I cannot go," re- plied Tuptim, a sudden flush covering her face, and mak- ing her look lovelier than ever. " Go on," said the dreadful man, with a scornful smile at the childish form before him ; " we shall find a way to make you speak." " Deck nak " (she is very young), said Khoon Thow App, gently. Tuptim was silent for some moments. The sunlight, streaming across the hall, fell just behind her, revealing the exquisite transparency of her olive-colored skin, as, with a look more thoughtful and an expression more serenely simple still, she continued : — " At five o'clock in the morning, when the priests were tuptim's trial. 20 admitted into the palace, I crawled out of my room and joined the procession as it passed on to receive the royal alms. No one saw me but Simian, and even Bhe, has told me herself, did not recognize me, hut wondered why a priest came so near to my door." " That is true ! " broke in Simlah ; " I never even knew that Tuptim had run away until Khoon Yai (one of the chief ladies of the harem) sent to inquire why she was absent from duty so long, and then I began to think that the young priest I had seen had something to do with it. But I was afraid to say anything of this to the women who searched the houses, lest we should be accused of having helped her to escape." When Simlah had done speaking, Tuptim contin- ued : — " I know not why, but, when I found myself outside of the palace walls, I went straight to the temple of Rajah Bah ditt Sang, and sat down at the gate. Towards evening the good priest, Chow Khoon Sah, came out, and, on see- ing me, asked me why I sat there. I did not know what else to say, and so I begged him to let me be his disciple and live in his monastery. ( Whose disciple art thou, my child ? ' he asked. At which I began to cry, for I did not wish to deceive the holy man. Seeing my distress, lie turned to Fhra Balat, who was following him with other priests, and bade him take me under his charge and in- struct me faithfully in all the doctrines of Buddha Then Fhra Balat took me to his cell ; but he did not recognize in the young priest I seemed to be the Tuptim he had known in his boyhood, and who had once been his be- trothed wife." At this part of Tuptim's recital, the women held up their hands in profound astonishment, and the men judges grinned maliciously, displaying their hateful gums, red with the juice of the betel-nut. 30 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. The poor girl's pale lips quivered, and her whole face testified to the immensity of her woe, as with simple, truthful earnestness she asseverated : " P'hra Balat, whom you have condemned to torture and to death, has not sinned. He is innocent. The sin is mine, and mine only. I knew that I was a woman, but he did not. If I had known all that he has taught me since I became his dis- ciple, I could not have committed the great sin of which I am accused. I would have tried, indeed and truly, I would have tried to endure my life in the palace, and would not have run away. lady dear ! believe that I am speaking the truth. I grew quiet and happy because I was near him, and he taught me every day, and I can say the whole of the Nava d'harma (Divine Law) by heart. You can ask his other disciples who were with me, and they will tell you that I was always modest and humble, and we all lay at his feet by night. Indeed, dear lady, I did not so much want to be his wife after he be- came a p'hra (priest), but only to be near him. On Sun- day morning, those men," pointing to the two priests who sat apart, " came to the cell to see P'hra Balat, and it so happened that I had overslept myself. I had just got up and was arranging my dress, thinking that I was alone in the cell, when I heard a low chuckling laugh. In an in- stant I turned and faced them, and felt that I was de- graded forever. "Believe me, dear lady," continued Tuptim, growing more and more eloquent as she became still more earnest in her recital. " I was guilty, it is true, when I fled from my gracious master, the king, but I never even contem- plated the sin of which I am accused by those men. I knew that I was innocent, and I begged them to let me leave the temple, and hide myself anywhere, telling them that P'hra Balat did not know who I was, or that I was a woman ; but they only laughed and jeered at me. I fell tuptim's tkial. :;i on my knees at their feet, and implored them, enta them in the name of all that is holy and sacred, to keep my secret and let me go; but they only laughed and jeered at me the more; they would not be merciful," — here the poor girl gasped as if for breath, while two large tears coursed down her cheeks, — " and then I defied them, and T still defy them," she added, shaking her manacled hands at them. The two priests looked at the girl unmoved, chewing their betel all the while ; the judges listened in silence, with an air of amused incredulity, as to a fairy-tale. She continued : — " Just then P'hra Balat and his other disciples returned from their morning ablutions. I crawled to his feet, and told him that I was Tuptim. He started back and re- coiled to the end of the cell, as if the very earth had quaked beneath him, leaving me prostrate and over- whelmed with horror at what I had done. In a moment afterwards he came back to me, and, while weeping bit- terly himself, begged me that I would cry no more. But the sight of his tears, and the grief in my heart, made me feel as if I w r ere being swallowed up in a great black abyss, and I could not help crying more and more. Then he tried to soothe me, and said, 'Alas ! Tuptim, thou hast committed a great sin. But fear not. We are innocent ; and for the sake of the great love thou hast shown to me, I am ready to suffer even unto death for thee.' This is the whole truth. Indeed, indeed, it is ! " "Well, well!" said Phayaprome Baree Rak, "you have told your story beautifully, but nobody believes you. Now will you tell us who shaved off your hair and your eyebrows, and brought you that priest's dress you had on yesterday ? " The simple grandeur of that fragile child, as she folded her chained hands across her bosom, as if to still its tu- multuous heaving, and replied, " I will not ! " defies all description. 32 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. I had drawn quite near to Tuptim when she began her simple narrative, and was so much absorbed in attention to what she said, and in admiration of the fearlessness as well as of the beauty and majesty of that little figure, that I had remained rooted to the spot, standing there mechanically, and hardly noting what was going on around me. But the effect of that reply was startling ; it brought me suddenly to my senses and to a full appre- ciation of the scene before me. There was a child of barely sixteen years hurling defi- ance, at her own risk and peril, at the judges who appeared as giants beside her. To make such a reply to those ex- ecutors of Siam's cruel laws was not only to accept death, but all the agonies of merciless torture. As her refusal fell like a thunderbolt upon my startled ears, she seemed a very Titan among the giants. " Strip her, and give her thirty blows," shouted the in- furiated P'hayaprome Baree Bak, in a voice hoarse with passion ; and Khoon Thow App looked calmly on. Presently the crowd opened, and a litter borne by two men was brought into the hall. On it lay the mutilated form of the priest Balat, who had just undergone the tor- ture, in order to make him confess his guilt and that of his accomplice, Tuptim ; but as the minutes of the eccle- siastical court stated, " it had not been possible to elicit from him even an indication that he had anything to con- fess." His priestly robes had been taken from him, and he was dressed like any ordinary layman, except that his hair and eyebrows were closely shaven. They laid him down beside Tuptim, hoping that the sight of her under torture would induce him to confess. The next moment Tuptim was stripped of her vest and bound to a stake, and the executioners proceeded to obey the orders of the judge. When the first blow descended on the girl's bare and delicate shoulders, I felt as if bound A SIAMESE 8LAVE-GIRL tuptim's trial 33 and lacerated myself, and losing all control over my ac- tions, forgetting that I was a Btranger and a foreigner there, and as powerless as the weakest of the oppn around me, I sprang forward, and heard my voice com- manding the executioners to desist, as they valued their lives. The Amazons at once dropped their uplifted bamboos, and "Why so?" asked the judge. "At least till 1 can plead for Tuptim before his Majesty," I replied. " So be it," said the wretch; "go your way; we will wait your return."* Tuptim was unbound, and the moment she was released she crouched down and concealed herself under the folds of the canvas litter in which the priest lay motionless and silent. I forced my way through the curious crowd, who stood on tiptoe and with necks outstretched, trying to get a sight of the guilty pair. On leaving the hall, I met the slave-girl Phim, who followed me into the palace, wring- ing her hands and sobbing bitterly. The king was in his breakfast-hall, and the smell of food made me feel sick and dizzy as I climbed the lofty staircase, for I had eaten nothing that day. Nevertheless, I walked as rapidly as possible up to the chair in which the king was seated, fearing that I might lose my courage if I deliberated a moment, "Your Majesty," I began to say, in a voice that seemed quite strange to me, "I beg, I entreat yonr pity on poor Tuptim. I assure you that she is innocent. If you had known from the beginning that she was be- trothed to another man, you would never have taken her to be your wife She is not guilty ; and the priest, too, is innocent. Oh ! do be gracious to them and forgive * I cannot account for the regard paid to my words on this and other occasions by the officers of the court, except from the fact of the general belief that I had great influence with the king, and the supposition en- tertained by many that I was a member of the Secret Council, which is, in reality, the supreme power in Siam. 2* C 34 EOMANCE OF THE HAREM. them both ! I pray your Majesty to give me a scrap of writing to say that she is forgiven, and that the priest, too, is pardoned, through your goodness ; only let me — " My voice failed me, and I sank upon the floor by the king's chair. " I beg your Majesty's pardon — " " You are mad," said the monarch ; and, fixing a cold stare upon me, he burst out laughing in my face. I started to my feet as if I had received a blow. Staggering to a pillar, and leaning against it, I stood looking at him. I saw that there was something indescribably revolting about him, something fiendish in his character which had never struck me before, and I was seized with an inexpressible horror of the man. Stupefied and amazed quite as much at finding myself there as at the new development I wit- nessed, thought and speech alike failed me, and I turned to go away. " Madam," said that man to me, " come back. I have granted your petition, and the woman will be condemned to work in the rice-mill. You need not return to the court-house. You had better go to the school now." I could not thank him ; the revulsion of feeling was too great. I understood him perfectly, but I had no power to speak. I went away without a word, and at the head of the stairs met one of the women judges bringing some papers in her hand to the king. Instead of going to the school I went home, utterly sick and prostrated. THE KING CHANGES HIS MIND. CHAPTEE IV. THE KING CHANGES niS MIND. ABOUT two o'clock that very afternoon I was startled to see two scaffolds set np on the great common in front of my windows, opposite the palace. A vast crowd of men, women, and children had already collected from every quarter, in order to see the spectacle, whatever it might happen to be. A number of workmen were driv- ing stakes and bringing up strange machines, under the hurried instructions of several high Siamese officials. There was an appearance of great and general excitement among the crowd on the green, and I became sufficiently aroused to inquire of my maid what was the reason of all this preparation and commotion. She informed me that a Badachit (guilty priest) and a Nangharm (royal concubine) were to be exposed and tortured for the im- provement of the public morals that afternoon. It was afternoon already. As I afterwards learned, I had no sooner left the king than the woman judge I had met at the head of the staircase laid before him the proceedings of both the trials, of Balat and Tuptim. On reading them he repented of his promised mercy, flew into a violent rage against Tuptim and me, and, not knowing how to punish me except by showing me his absolute power of life and death over his subjects, ordered the scaffolds to be set up before my windows, and swore vengeance against any person who should again dare to oppose his royal will and pleasure. To do justice to the king, I must here add that, having been educated a priest, he had been taught to re- 36 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. gard the crime of which Tuptim and Balat were accused as the most deadly sin that could be committed by man. The scaffolds or pillories on which the priest and Tuptim were to be exposed were made of poles, and about five feet high ; and to each were attached two long levers, which were fastened to the neck of the victim, and pre- vented his falling off, while they were so arranged as to strangle him in case this was the sentence. All the windows of the long antechamber that filled the eastern front of the palace were thrown open, and I could see the hurried preparations making for the king, the princes and princesses, and all the great ladies of the court, who from there were to witness the exquisite tor- ture that awaited the hapless Tuptim. Paralyzed by the knowledge that the only person who could have done anything to mitigate the barbarous cruelty that was about to be perpetrated — her Britannic Majesty's Consul, T. G. Knox, now Consul-General — was then absent from Bangkok, I looked in helpless despair at what was going on before me. I longed to escape into the forest, or to take refuge with the missionaries, who lived several miles down the river; but so dense was the crowd and so horrible the idea of deserting poor Tuptim and leaving her to suffer alone, that I felt obliged to stay and sympathize with her and pray for her, at the least. I thus compelled myself to endure what was one of the severest trials of my life. A little before three o'clock the instruments of torture were brought, and placed beside the scaffolds. Soon a long, loud flourish of trumpets announced the arrival of the royal party, and the king and all Ins court were visible at the open windows ; the Amazons, dressed in scarlet and gold, took their post in the turrets to guard the favored fair ones who were doomed to be present and to witness the sufferings of their former companion. 1HB KING CHANGES HIS MIND. 37 Suddenly the throng sent up a thrilling cry, whether of joy or sorrow I could not comprehend, and, the moment after, the priest was hoisted upon the scaffold to the right, while Tuptim tranquilly ascended that to the left, nearest my windows. I thought I could see that the poor priest turned his eyes, full of love and grief, towards her. I need not attempt to depict the feelings with which I saw the little lady, with her hands, which were no longer chained, folded upon her bosom, look calmly down upon the heartless and abandoned rabble who, as usual, flocked around the scaffold to gloat upon the spectacle, and who usually greet with ferocious howls the agonies of the poor tortured victims. But, on tins occasion, the rabble were awed into silence ; while some simple hearts, here and there, firm believers in Tuptim's innocence, were so impressed by her calm self-possession, that they even prostrated themselves in worship of that childish form. My windows were closed upon the scene ; but that tiny figure, with her scarlet scarf fluttering in the breeze, had so strong a fascination for me, that I could not withdraw, but leaned against the shutters, an unwilling witness of what took place, with feelings of pain, indignation, pity, and conscious helplessness which can be imagined. Two trumpeters, one on the right and one on the left, blared forth the nature of the crime of which the helpless pair were accused. Ten thousand eyes were fixed upon tli. -in, but no sound, no cry, was heard. Every one held his breath, and remained mute in fixed attention, in order not to lose a single word of the sentence that was to fol- low. Again the trumpets sounded, and the conviction of the accused, with the judgment that had been passed upon them, was announced. Then the spell was broken, and some of the throng, as if desirous to propitiate the royal spectator at the window, made the air ring with their shouts; while others, going still further, showered all 38 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. manner of abuse upon the poor girl, as she stood calmly awaiting her fate upon those shaking wooden posts. Nothing could surpass the dignity of demeanor with which the little lady sustained the storm of calumny from the more mercenary of the rabble around her; but the rapidity with which the color came and went in her cheeks, which were now of glowing crimson and now deadly pale, and the astonishment and indignation which flashed from her eyes, showed the agitation within. The shrill native trumpets sounded for the third time. The multitude was again hushed into a profound silence, and the executioners mounted a raised platform to apply the torture to Tuptim. For one moment it seemed as if the intense agony exceeded her power of endurance. She half turned her back upon the royal spectator at the window, her form became convulsed, and she tried to hide her face in her hands. But she immediately raised her- self up as by a supreme effort, and her voice rang out, like a clear, deep-toned silver bell : " Chan my di phit ; Khoon P'hra Balat ko my me phit; P'hra Buddh the Chow sap mot." She had hardly done speaking when she uttered an agonized cry, wild and piercing. It was pecu- liarly touching; the cry was that of a child, an infant falling from its mother's arms, and she fell forward in- sensible upon the two poles placed there to support her. The attendant physicians soon restored her to con- sciousness, and, after a short interval, the torture was again applied. Once more her voice rang out more musical still, for its quivering vibrations were full of the tenderest devotion, the most sublime heroism : " I have not sinned, nor has the priest my lord Balat sinned. The sacred Buddh * in heaven knows all." Every torture that * The Siamese in their prayers and invocations abbreviate the titles of the Buddha; the more educated using the word "Buddh," and the common j)eople "P'huth." Tin; KING CHANGES HIS MIND. 39 would agonize, but not kill, was employed to wring a con- fession of guilt from the suffering Tuptim; but every tor- tuiv, every pang, every agony, failed, utterly and com- pletely foiled, to bring forth anything but the childlike innocence of that incomparable pagan woman. The honor of the priest Balat seemed inexpressibly more precious to her than her own life, for the last words I heard from her were : "All the guilt was mine. I knew that I was a woman, but he did not." After this I neither heard nor saw anything more. I was completely exhausted and worn out, and had no strength left to endure further sight of this monstrous, this inhuman tragedy. Kind nature came to my relief, and I fainted. When I again looked from my window the scaffolds were removed, the crowd had departed, the sun had set. I strained my eyes, trying if I could distinguish anything on the great common before the house. There was a thick mist loaded with sepulchral vapors, a terrifying silence, an absolute quiet that made me shudder, as if I were entombed alive. At last I saw one solitary person coming towards my house through the gathering darkness. It was the slave-girl, Phim, whose life had been saved by the resolute bravery of her mistress ; for it was she who had bought the priest's dress and aided her mistress to escape from the palace. She came to me in secret to tell me that the most merciful and yet the most dreadful doom, death by fire, — which is the punishment assigned by the laws of Siam to the crime of which they were accused, — had been pronounced upon the priest and Tup- tim by that most irresponsible of human beings, the King of Siam; that they had suffered publicly outside of the moat and wall which enclose the cemetery Watt Sail Kate ; and that some of the common people had been terribly affected by the sight of the priest's invincible courage and of Tuptim's heroic fortitude. With her low, 40 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. massive brow, her wild, glistening eyes, and her whole soul in her face, she spoke as if she still beheld that fra- gile form in its last struggle with the flaming fire that wrapped it round about, and still heard her beloved mis- tress's voice, as she confronted the populace, holding up her mutilated hands, and saying: "I am pure, and the priest, my lord Balat, is pure also. See, these fingers have not made my lips to lie. The sacred Buddli in heaven judge between me and my accusers ! " The slave-girl's grief was as deep and lasting as her gratitude. Every seventh day she offered fresh flowers and odoriferous tapers upon the spot where her mistress and the priest had suffered, firmly believing that their disembodied souls still hovered about the place at twi- light, bewailing their cruel fate. She assured me that she often heard voices moaning plaintively through the mellow evening air, growing deeper and gathering strength as she listened, and seeming to draw her very soul away with them; now tenderly weeping, now fervently exulting, until they became indistinct, and finally died away in the regions of the blessed and the pure. I afterwards learned that the fickle populace, convinced of the innocence of Balat and Tuptim, would have taken speedy vengeance on the two priests, their accusers, had they not escaped from Bangkok to a monastery at Pak- nam; and that the twenty caties offered for the capture of Tuptim had been expended in the purchase of yellow robes, earthen pots, pillows, and mats for the use of the bonzes at Watt Eajah Bah ditt Sang, no priest being allowed to touch silver or gold. The name Balat, which signifies " wonderful," had been given to the priest by the high-priest, Chow Khoon Sah, because of his deep piety and his intuitive perception of divine and holy truths. The name which his mother be- stowed upon him, and by which Tuptim had known him THE KING CHANGES Mis MIND. 41 in her earlier years, was Dang, because of his complexion, which was a golden yellow. On being bereft of Tuptim, to whom he was tenderly attached, he entered the monas- tery, and became a priest, in order that, by austere devo- tion and the study of the Divine Law, he might wean his heart from her and distract his mind from the contempla- tion of his irreparable loss. For more than a month after Tuptim's sad death I did not see the kin"-. At last he summoned me to his presence, and never did I feel so cold, so hard, and so unforgiving, as when I once more entered his breakfast-hall. He took no notice of my manner, but, as soon as he saw me, be- gan with what was uppermost in his mind. "I have much sorrow for Tuptim," he said ; " I shall now believe she is innocent. I have had a dream, and I had clear ob- servation in my vision of Tuptim and Balat floating to- gether in a great wide space, and she has bent down and touched me on the shoulder, and said to me, ' We are guiltless. We were ever pure and guiltless on earth, and look, we are happy now.' After discoursing thus, she has mounted on high and vanished from my further observa- tion. I have much sorrow, mam, much sorrow, and re- spect for your judgment ; but our laws are severe for such the crime. But now I shall cause monument to be erected to the memory of Balat and Tuptim." Any one who may now pass by Watt Sah Kale will see two tall and slender P'hra Chadees, or obelisks, erected by order of the king on the spot where those lovely Buddhists suffered, each bearing this inscription : 'Suns may set and rise again, but the pure and brave Balat and Tuptim will never more return tu this earth." 42 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. CHAPTEK V. SLAVERY IN THE GRAND ROYAL PALACE OF THE "INVIN- CIBLE AND BEAUTIFUL ARCHANGEL."* ONE morning in the early part of May, 1863, I went at the usual hour to my temple school-room, and found that all my pupils had gone to the Maha P'lira Saat to attend a religious ceremony, at which I also was requested to be present. Following the directions of one of the flower-girls, I turned into a long, dark alley, through which I hurried, passing into another, and keeping, as I thought, in the right direction. These alleys brought me at last into one of those gloomy walled streets, into which no sunlight ever penetrated, and which are to be found only in Bang- kok, the farther end of which seemed lost in mist and darkness. Stone benches, black with moss and fungi, lined it at intervals, and a sort of pale night-grass covered the path- way. There was not a soul to be seen throughout its whole length, which appeared very natural, for it did not seem as if the street were made for any one to walk in, but as if it were intended to be kept secluded from pub- lic use. I walked on, however, looking for some opening out of it, and hoping every moment to find an exit. But I suddenly came to the end. It was a cul-de-sac, and a high brick wall barred my further progress. In the middle of this wall was set a door of polished brass. The shadow of a tall and grotesque facade rested upon the wall and on the narrow deserted street, like an * This is the official title of the royal palace at Bangkok. SLAVERY IN THE GRAND ROYAL PALACE. 43 immense Mark pall. The solitude of the place was strangely calm. With that frightful din and roar of the palace life so near, the silence seemed almost supernatu- ral It cast a shadow of distrust over me. I almost Celt as if that wall, that roof with its towering front, were built of the deaf stones spoken of in Scripture. All at once the wind rattled the dry grass on the top oi' the wall, making a low, soft, mournful noise. I started from my revery, hardly able to account for the feeling of dread that crept over me. Half ashamed of my idle fears, I pushed at the door with all my might. Slowly, noise- lessly, the huge door swung back, and I stepped into a paved court-yard, with a garden on one side and a building suggestive of nocturnal mystery and gloom on the other. The facade of this building was still more gloomy than that on the outside of the wall. All the windows were closed. On the upper story the shutters were like those used in prisons. No other house could be seen. The high wall ran all round and enclosed the garden. The walks were bordered with diminutive Chinese trees, plant- ed in straight rows; grass covered half of them, and moss the rest. Nothing could be imagined more wild and more de- serted than this house and this garden. But the object that attracted my immediate attention was a woman, the only animate being then visible to me in the apparent solitude. She was seated beside a small pond of water, and I soon discovered that she was not alone, but was nursing a naked child about four years old. The moment the woman became conscious of my pres- ence, she raised her head with a quick, impetuous move- ment, clasped her bare arms around tin' nude form at her breast, and stared at me with fixed and defiant eyes. Her aspect was almost terrifying; She seemed as if hewn out of stone and set there to intimidate intruders. She was 44 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. large, well made, and swarthy ; her features were gaunt and fierce, but looked as if her face might once have been attractive. I relaxed my hold of the door; it swung back with a dull, ominous thud, and I stood half trem- bling beside the dark, defiant woman, whose eyes only gave any indication of vitality, hoping to prevail upon her to show me my way out of that dismal solitude. The moment I approached her, however, I was seized with inexpressible dismay ; pity and astonishment, min- gling with a sense of supreme indignation, held me speech- less for a time. She was naked to the waist, and chained, — chained like a wild beast by one leg to a post driven into the ground, and without the least shelter under that burning sky. The chain was of cast-iron, and heavy, consisting of seven long double-links, attached to a ring, and fitted close to the right leg just above the ankle ; it was secured to the post by a rivet. Under her lay a tattered fragment of matting, farther on a block of wood for a pillow, and on the other side were several broken Chinese umbrellas. Growing more and more bewildered, I sat down and looked at the woman in a sort of helpless despair. The whole scene was startlingly impressive ; the apathy, the deadness, and the barbarous cruelty of the palace life, were never more strikingly brought before me face to face. Here there was no doubting, no denying, no questioning the fact that this unhappy creature was suffering under some cruel wrong, which no one cared to redress. Naked to the waist, her long filthy hair bound in dense masses around her brow, she sat calmly, uncomplainingly, under a burning tropical sun, such as we children of a more temperate clime can hardly imagine, fierce, lurid, and scorching, nursing at her breast a child full of health and begrimed with dirt, with a tenderness that would have graced the most high-born gentlewoman. SLAVERY IX THE GRAND ROYAL PALACE. 45 I remained long and indignantly silent, before I could find voice for the questions that rose to my lips. But at length 1 inquired her name. "Pye-sia" (begone), was her fierce reply. "Why art thou thus chained? Wilt thou not tell me?" I pleaded. "Pye" (go), said the woman, snatching her breast im- patiently from the sucking child, and at the same time turning her back upon me. The child set up a tremendous scream, which was re- echoed through the strange place. The woman turned and took him into her arms ; and as if there were an in- dwelling persuasiveness about them, he was quieted in an instant Eocking him to and fro, with her face resting against his unwashed cheek, she was no longer repulsive, but glo- rious, clothed in the beauty and strength of a noble human love. I rose respectfully from the low wall of the pond, where I had seated myself, and took my place on the heated pavement beside the woman and her child ; then as gently and as kindly as I could I asked his name and age. " He is four years old," she replied, curtly. " And his name ? " " His name is Thook " (Sorrow), said the woman, turn- ing away her face. " And why hast thou given him such a name ? " ■ What is that to thee, woman ? " was the sharp re- joinder. After this she relapsed into a grim silence, seeming to gaze intently into the empty air. But at length there came a sob, and she passed her bare arms slowly across her eyes. This served as a signal for the little fellow to begin to scream again, which he did most lustily; the woman, after quieting him, turned to me, and to my great 46 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. surprise began to talk of her own accord, with but few questions on my part. "Hast thou come here to seek me, lady? Has the Naikodah, my husband, sent thee ? Tell me, is he well ? Hast thou come to buy me ? Ah ! lady ! will thou not buy me ? Will thou not help me to get my pardon ? " " Tell me why thou art chained. What is thy crime ? " This seemed a terrible question for the poor woman. In vain she attempted to speak; her lips moved, but uttered no sound, her features quivered, and with one convulsive movement she threw up her arms and burst into an agony of tears. She sobbed passionately for some time, then, passing into a quieter mood, turned to me and said, bitterly : " Do you want to know of what crime I am accused ? It is the crime of loving my husband and seeking to be with him." " But what induced you to become a slave ? " " I was born a slave, lady. It was the will of Allah." " You are a Mohammedan then ? " " My parents were Mohammedans, slaves to the father of my mistress, Chow Chom Manda Ung. When we were yet young, my brother and I were sent as slaves to her daughter, the Princess P'hra Ong Brittry." " If you can prove that your parents were Mohamme- dans, I can help you, I think ; because all the Moham- medans here are under British protection, and no subject of Britain can be a slave." "But, lady, my parents sold themselves to my mis- tress's grandfather." " That was your father's debt, which your mother and father have paid over and over again by a life of faithful servitude. You can insist upon your mistress accepting your purchase-money." " Insist," said the woman, her large, dark eyes glowing BLAVEBY IN THE GRAND ROYAL PALACE. 47 with tlic tears still glistening in them. "Ymi do not know what you say. You do not know that my mistress, Chow Chom Manila Ung, is mother-in-law to the king, and that her daughter, Princess P'hra Ong Brittry, is his favorite hall-sister and queen. My only hope lies in a special pardon from my mistress herself." " And your friends," said I, " do they know nothing of your cruel captivity ? " "Nothing, indeed. I have no opportunity to speak even to the slave-woman whose duty it is to feed us daily. And her lot is too sad already for her to be willing to run any great risk for me. The secrecy and mystery of my sudden disappearance have been preserved so long because I am chained here. No one comes here but my mistress, and she only visits this place occasionally, with the most tried and trusted of her slave-women." Eleven o'clock boomed like a death-knell through the solitude. The woman laid herself down beside her sleep- ing boy to rest, apparently worn out with a sense of her misery. I placed my small umbrella over them ; and this simple act of kindness so touched the poor thing, that she started up suddenly, and, before I could prevent her, pas- sionately kissed my soiled and dusty shoes. I was so sorry for the unhappy creature that tears filled my eyes. " My sister," said I, " tell me your whole story, and I will lay it before the king." The woman started up and adjusted the umbrella over the sleeping child. Her eyes beamed with a fire as if from above, while with wonderful power, combined with sweetness and delicacy, she repeated her sad tale. "There is sorrow in my heart, lady, where once there was nothing but passive endurance. In my soul I now hear whisperings of things that are between heaven and earth, yea, and beyond the heaven of heavens, where once there was nothing but blind obedience. Unconscious of 48 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. the beauty of life, my heart was as if frozen and inert until I met the Naikodah, my husband. Lady, as I told you, I and my brother were born slaves ; and so faithful were we, that my brother obtained, as proof of the trust my lady reposed in him, the charge of a rice plantation at Ayudia, while I was promoted to be the cliief attendant of the Princess P'hra Ong Brittry. " One day my mistress intrusted to my care a bag of money, to purchase some Bombay silk of the Naikodah Ibrahim. As it was the first time for many years that I had been permitted to quit the gates of the gloomy pal- ace, I felt on that day as if I had come into the world anew, as if my previous life had been nothing but a dream ; and my recollections of that day are always pres- ent to my mind, and saying to me, ' Eemember how happy you were, once, be patient now/ " Oh ! On that day the Meinam splashed and rippled more enchantingly, seemed broader and more beautiful, than ever ! The green leaves and buds seemed to have burst forth all of a sudden. How beautifully green the grass was, and how clearly and joyously the birds on the bushes and in the trees poured forth their song, as if pur- posely for me, while from the distant plain across the river floated the aromatic breath of new-blown flowers, filling me with inexpressible delight ! I was silent with a feeling of supreme happiness. On that day a new light had risen in the east, a light which was to enlighten and to darken all my coming life. " We moored our boat by the bank of the river, and made our way to the shop of the Naikodah, which my companions entered, while I sat outside on the steps until the bargain should be completed. My companions and the merchant could come to no terms. I entered with the bag of money, hoping by the sight of the silver to induce him to sell the silk for the price offered ; but on A SIAMESE KLGWER GIRL SLAVERY IN THE GRAND ROYAL PALAl & 49 entering I seemed to be dazzled by something, I knot? not what The merchant's eyes flashed upon me, as it were, with a look of recollection, and by their expres- sion reminded me of some face I had seen in my in- fancy, or, perhaps, in my dreams. I drew my faded, tattered scarf more tightly around my chest, and sat down silent and wondering, not daring to ask myself where I had seen that face before, or why it produced such an effect upon me. " After a great deal of talking and bargaining about the silk, we came away without it, but the next day went again to the merchant and purchased it at his own price. I was surprised, however, to find that, when I paid him the money, he left five ticals in my hands. ' That is our kumrie ' (perquisite), said the women, snatching the ticals out of my hand and pocketing them. Time after time we repeated our visits to the merchant, who was con- stantly kind and respectful in his manner towards me. He always left five ticals for us. My companions took the money, but I persistently refused to share in this pitiful kind of profit. " The merchant began to observe me more closely, and, as I thought, to take an interest in me, and one day, after we had purchased some boxes of fragrant candles and wax-tapers, and I had paid him the full price for his goods, he left twenty ticals on the floor beside me. My companions called my attention to the money; when the merchant, observing my unwillingness to receive it, took up fifteen ticals, leaving the usual kumrie of five upon the floor, which my companions picked up and appropri- ated. " We returned, as was our custom, by the river, slowly paddling our little canoe down the broad and beautiful stream, and enjoying every moment of our permitted freedom. I was sorely unwilling to return to the palace ; 3 D 50 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. I was even tempted to plunge into the water and make good my escape ; but the responsibility of the money intrusted to my care made me hesitate, and the tranquil surface of the Meinam, broken only by its circling ripples, helped to dissipate my wicked thoughts. Still I indulged, though almost unconsciously, the hope of obtaining my freedom some day, without even forming a thought as to how it could ever be accomplished. How or why I began to think of getting free I know not. I seemed to inhale a longing for freedom with the fragrance of flowers wafted to me on the fresh, invigorating air ; every tree in blossom, every wild flower clothed in its splendor of red and orange, made me dream as naturally of liberty as it did of love ; and I prayed for freedom for the first time in my life, even as for the first time I felt the strength of a supreme emotion overpowering me." Here the woman paused for a few moments, and I was surprised to find that she expressed herself so well, until I remembered that the princesses of Siam make it a special point to educate the slaves born in their house- hold, so that in most Oriental accomplishments they generally surpass the common people who may have be- come slaves by purchase. There was something very simple and attractive in the way she spoke of herself, and throughout our whole interview she manifested such gentleness and resignation that she completely won my affection and pity. After a while she smiled sadly, and said softly : " Ah, lady ! we all love God, and we are all loved by him ; yet he has seen fit to make some masters and others slaves. Strange as the delusion may appear to you, who are free and perfectly happy, while the slave is not happy, the more impossible seemed the realization of my hope of freedom, the more I thought of it and longed for it. "One day a slave-woman came to my mistress with SLAvr.i;Y ix Tin: GRAND royal palace. 51 some new goods from the Naikodah, and on seeing me she begged for B drink of water and some cere (betel-leaf). As I handed her the water, she said to me in a low tone: 'Thou art a Moslem; free thyself from this bondage to an unbelieving race. Take from my master the price of thy freedom ; come out of this Naiwang (palace) and be restored to the true people of God.' " I listened in amazement, fearing to break the enchant- ing spell of her words, and hardly believing that I had heard aright. She quitted me suddenly, fearful of excit- ing suspicion, and left me in such a disturbed state of mind as I had never before experienced. My thoughts flew hither and thither like birds overtaken by a sudden storm, flapping their silent and despairing wings against the closed and barred gates of my prison. I found com- fort only in trusting to the Great Heart above, and with the instinct of all sufferers I turned at once to him. " When I saw the woman a second time I embraced the opportunity to say to her, ' Sister, tell me, how shall I obtain my purchase-money ? Will not thy master hold me as his slave ? ' " ' He will give thee the money, and will never repent having freed a Moslem and the daughter of a believer from slavery.' " ' O thou angel of life ! ' said I, clasping her to my throbbing heart, ' I am already his slave.' "She released my arms from around her neck, and, taking some silver from her scarf, tied it firmly into mine without another word ; and 1, fearing lest I should be dis- covered with so much money in my possession, came here by night and hid it under this very pavement on which we are seated. " Some weeks after we were sent again to the Naiko- dah to buy some sandal-wood tapers and flowers for the cremation of the young Princess P'hra Ong O'Dong. I 52 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. never was so conscious of the shabbiness of my dress as when I entered the presence of the good merchant. We made our purchase, paid the money, and as I rose to de- part, my friend D'hamni, the slave-woman who had been employed by the Naikodah to speak to me, beckoned me to come into an inner chamber. I was followed by her master, who addressed himself to me, and said, — I remem- ber the words so well, — ' L'ore ! thou art of form so beauteous, and of spirit so guileless, thou hast awakened all my love and pity. See, here is the money thou hast just paid me ; double the price of thy freedom, and forget not thy deliverer/ " ' May Allah prosper thee ! ' said D'hamni. " I was overwhelmed ; my astonishment and my grati- tude at his goodness knew no bounds. I tried to speak ; my tongue clave to the roof of my mouth as if held back by an evil genius ; I could not give utterance to a single word in expression of my feelings. My heart heaved, my eyes glowed, my cheeks burned, my blushes came and went, showing the depth of my emotion, and I burst into tears. I returned to the palace, hid the money, and waited my opportunity. " Thus I lived in bondage within and bondage without. Freedom within my grasp and slavery in my heart. ( I am more a slave than ever,' said I to myself ; ' alas ! the servitude of the heart, the sweet, feverish servitude of love, who will ransom me from these ? Who can buy me freedom from these ? Henceforth and forever I am the good merchant's slave/ " I waited my time like a lover lying in wait for his mistress, like a mother watching the return of an only child, and I waited long and anxiously, praying to God, calling him Allah ! calling him Buddha ! Father ! Good- ness ! Compassion ! praying for liberty only, praying only for freedom. SLAVERY IN THE GRAND ROYAL PALACE. 53 " One day my mistress, Chow Chom Manda Ung, wits so kind and pleasant to me that I believed my opportu- nity had come. I seized it, threw myself at her feet, and said, 'Lady dear, he pitiful to thy child, hear but her prayer. It is the only desire of her heart, the dream of thy slave's life. As the thirsty traveller beholds afar off the everlasting springs of water, as the dying man has foretastes of immortality, even so thy slave L'ore lias, through thy goodness, tasted of freedom, and would more fully drink of the cup, if thou in thy bountiful goodness would but let her go free. Here is the price of my free- dom, dear lady ; be pitiful, and set me free.' " ■ Thou wert born my slave/ said my lady, ' I will take no money for thee.' " ' Take double, lady dear, but 0, let me go ! ' ■ ■ If thou wishest to be married,' said my mistress, ' I will find thee a good and able husband, and thou shalt bear me children, even as thy mother did before thee; but I will not let thee go free.' * In my despair I prayed, I entreated, with tears blind- ing my eyes. I promised that my children yet unborn should be her slaves, if she would only let me go. " It was all in vain. I gathered up my silver and re- turned to my slave's life, hopelessly defeated. I soon recovered from my disappointment, however, because I was strengthened by the determination to escape at the first opportunity that offered itself to me. This enabled me to bear my captivity bravely. My mistress distrusted me for a long time; my companions, seeing that I had fallen into disgrace, pitied me, but I did my best to Bhow myself willing, obedient, and cheerful, until, when nearly two whole years had passed away, my mistress gradually took me again into hei confidence, and at last arranged a marriage for me with Nai Urn, one of her favorite men- slaves. To all her plans I offered not a word of objection. 54 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. I pretended that I was really pleased at the prospect of being free to spend six months of every year with my husband. "TV day before my marriage I was sent to see Nai Tim's mother, with a small present from my mistress. Two strong women accompanied me. Hidden in my p'ha nung (under-skirt) was my purchase-money. As soon as we entered my future mother-in-law's house, I requested permission to speak with her alone.. Supposing that I had some private communication to make to her from my mistress, she took me into the back part of the house, and I seated myself on the edge of the bamboo raft, which kept her little hut afloat on the Meinam, rushing by so strong and swift. "Without giving her time to think, I told her my whole story from beginning to end, put the money into her hands, and before the startled woman could refuse or remonstrate I plunged with one sudden bound into the bosom of the broad river. I heard a shriek above me as I disappeared under the waters that received me into their cool, refreshing depths. " How desperately I swam through the strong currents, coming up to the surface from time to time to draw a long breath, then diving back into its protecting shelter again ! Finding my strength failing me, I made for the opposite bank, climbed its steep sides, and dried my clothes in the soft, delicious breezes that came upon me as if just let free from the highest heavens. Filled with the inspiration of freedom and of love, I had accom- plished that winch had been the beginning and the ending of all my thoughts for so long a time. For one moment it seemed to me an impossibility, but on the next m J j°y wa s so excessive that I stooped down and kissed the earth, and then laughed outright. " From day to day my soul had been slowly withering away, now it blossomed forth afresh as if it had never SLAVERY* IN THE GRAND ROYAL PALACE. 55 known a moment of sorrow. My glad laughter came back to me, ami in very truth, lady, 1 shall never again rejoice and sing in the desert places of my heart, or in the solitary places of my native land, as I did on that day. In my extreme emotion I forgot that night was a possibility. I could do nothing but rejoice. Suddenly the sun set. The night descended Darkness covered the earth as with a mantle ; the wind began to blow in gusts ; I heard strange sounds, — sounds which seemed to come, not from the earth, but from some frightful realm beyond. But I knew there were angels who heard the cries of human distress. 1 prayed to them to come and hover near me, and as I prayed a deep sleep came upon me. " When I woke the stars were in the sky, but the strange noises disturbed me so that I fell on my knees and cried, ' God ! where art thou ? 0, bring the day ! come with thy swift chariot and bring the light ! come and help thy unworthy handmaiden I ' 'To believe,' says the prophet, 'is to have the world renewed every day/ So in answer to my prayer came the angel Gibhrayeel and snatched away the dark mantle of P'hra Kham (the god of night), and swift came P'hra Athiet (the god of day), scattering the shadowy monsters of the world of night, and making his glory fill my heart with praise, even as it filled my glad eyes with light. " I had been dazzled with the idea of liberty, I had thought only of getting free. But now came the ques- tions, Where shall I go ? Who will employ me ? And the answer was clear to ine. There was no one in all this vast city to whom I could turn but the merchant and his slave-woman D'hainni, and to them I went It was even- ing when I entered the hut of the slave I )'hamni, footsore, hungry, and weary. D'hainni was overjoyed to see me; she gave me food and shelter and her best robe. " Some days after the good merchant came to visit me. 56 ROMANCE OF THE HAREtf. I felt dimly that the hardness of my heart would be complete if I resisted his kindness. To his celestial tenderness I opposed no word of doubt, yet I could not believe that the rich merchant would marry an outcast slave like me. " One morning I found robes of pure white in my humble shed, in which D'hamni proceeded to array me. After which she brought me into the presence of the Moolah (Mohammedan priest), the merchant, and a few trusty friends. "The Moolah quietly put down his hookah (pipe), stood up, and, putting his hands before his face, uttered a short prayer. After tins he took the end of my saree (scarf) and bound it securely to the end of the merchant's angrakah (coat), gave us water in which had been dipped the myrtle and jessamine flower, placed a ring of gold on my finger, blessed us, and departed. That was our mar- riage ceremony. " During all the days that followed I moved about as one drunk with strong wine ; I enjoyed every moment ; I thanked God for the sun, the beautiful summer days, the radiant yellow sky, the fresh dawn, and the dewy eve. Light, pure light, shone upon me, and filled my soul with intense delight, and it blossomed out into the perfect flower of happiness. " One day, about three or four months after my mar- riage, as I was seated on the steps .of my home, I thought I heard a voice whisper in my ear. I had hardly time to turn when I was seized, gagged, bound hand and foot, and brought back to this place. As soon as I was taken into her presence, my mistress had me chained to this post, but caused me to be released when my time of delivery approached. A month after his birth," pointing to the sleeping boy, " I was chained here again, and my child was brought to me to nurse ; this was done until he could SLAVERY IX THE GRAND ROYAL PALACE. 57 come to me alone. But they are not unkind ; when it is very wet the slave-woman takes him to sloop under the shelter of her little shed. "I could free myself from these chains if I would promise never to quit the palace. That I will never do." She said this in a feeble and almost inarticulate voice. It was hex last effort to speak. Her head drooped upon her breast as if an invisible power overwhelmed her at a blow j she fell exhausted upon the stones, her hands clasped, her face buried in the dust. It was a strange sight, and possible only in Si a m. Certainly great misfortunes as well as great affections develop the intelligence, else how had this slave-woman reached the elevation to which she had evidently attained ? But excess of sorrow had made her almost visionary. When I tried to comfort her, she turned her haggard face with its worn-out, weary look upon me, and asked if she had been dreaming. Her brain seemed to be in such an abnormal yet frightfully calm condition, that she half be- lieved she was in a dream, and that her life was not a frightful reality. It was out of my power to comfort her, but I left her with a hope that grew brighter as I retraced my steps out of that weird place. After some tiresome wanderings I found my way out of the place at last. When I reached the school-room it was twelve o'clock, and my pupils were waiting. In the afternoon of the same day I went t<> tin- house of the Xaikodah Ibrahim, and told him that I had seen his wife and child. He was much affected when he heard they were still alive, and Mas moved to tears when I told him of their sad condition That night a deputation of Mohammedans, headed by the Moolah Hadjee Baba, waited upon me; we drew up a petition to the king, after which I retired, thankful that I was not a Siamese subject. 3* 58 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. CHAPTEE VI. KHOON THOW APP, THE CHIEF OF THE FEMALE JUDGES. NEXT morning, as if some invisible power were work- ing to aid my plans, I was summoned early to the palace. I carried my petition and a small book entitled " Curiosities of Science " with me. The king was very gracious, and so pleased with the book that I took the opportunity of handing in my petition. He read it carefully, and then gave it back to me, saying, " Inquiry shall be made by me into this case." On the day after I received the following little note from the king : — Lady Leonowens : — I have liberty to do an inquiry for the matter complained, to hear from the Princess P'hra Ong Brittry, the daughter of the Chow Chom Manda Ung, who is now absent from hence. The princess said that she knows nothing about the wife of Naikodah, but that certain children were sent her from her grandfather ma- ternal, that they are offspring of his maid-servant, and that these children shall be in her employment. So I ought to see the Chow Chom Manda Ung, and inquire from herself. S. P. P. Maha Mongkut, Ex. His Majesty was as good as his word, and when the Chow Chom Manda Ung returned, he ordered the chief of the female judges of the palace, her ladyship, Khoon Thow App, to investigate the matter. Khoon Thow App was a tall, stout, dark woman, with K1100N TIIOW AIT. 59 soft eyes, but rather a heavy face, her only beauty being in her hands and arms, which were remarkably well formed She was religious and scrupulously just, had a serious and concentrated bearing. Everything she said or did was studied, not for effect, but from discretion. A certain air of preoccupation was natural to her. She knew every- thing that took place in the harem, and concealed every- thing within her own breast. By dint of attention and penetration she had attained to her high office, and she retained it by virtue of her supreme but unassuming fit- ness for the position. She was like a deaf person whose sight is quickened, and like one blind whose sense of hearing is intensified. That hideous symbolical Sphinx, with a sword drawn through her mouth, babbled all her secrets and sorrows in her ear. She inspired confidence, and she never decided a case in private. She lived alone, in a small house at the end of the street, with only four faithful female slaves. The rest she had freed. It was before this woman that, by order of the king, I brought my complaint in behalf of L'ore; she raised her eyes from her book, or rather roll, and said, "Ah! it is you, mam. I wish to speak to you." " And for my part," said I, with a boldness at which I was myself astonished, " I have something to say to your ladyship." " 0, I know that you have a communication to make, which has already been laid before his Majesty. Your petition is granted." "How !" said I, "is L'ore really free to leave the pal- ace ? " "0 no; but his Majesty's letter is of such a charac- ter that we have the power to proceed in this matter against the Chow Chom Man. la Tug. Though we are said to have the right to compel any woman in the palace to come before us, these great ladies will not appear per- 60 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. sonally, but send all manner of frivolous excuses, unless summoned by a royal mandate such as this." She then turned to one of the female sheriffs, and de- spatched her for the Chow Chom Manda Ung, P'hra Ong Brittry, and the slave-woman L'ore. After a delay of nearly two hours, Chow Chom Manda Ung and her daughter, the Princess P'hra Ong Brittry, made their appearance, accompanied by an immense retinue of female slaves, bearing a host of luxurious appendages for their royal mistresses' comfort during the trial, with the sheriff bending low, and following this grand procession at a respectful distance. The great ladies took their places on the velvet cushions placed for them by their slaves, with an air of authority and rebellion combined, as if to say, " Who is there here to constrain us ? " The chief judge adjusted her spectacles, and as she looked fixedly at the great ladies she asked, " Where is the slave-woman L'ore ? " The old dowager cast a malicious glance at the judge ; but there was still the same silence, the same air of defi- ance of all authority. All round the open sala, or hall, was collected a ragged rabble of slave women and children, crouching in all sorts of attitudes and all sorts of costumes, but with eyes fixed on the chief judge in startled astonishment and wonder at her calm, immovable countenance. Superciliousness and apparent contempt prevailed everywhere, yet in the midst of all the consciousness of an austere and august presence was evident ; for not one of those slave-women, lowly, untaught, and half clad as they were, but felt that in the heart of that dark, stern woman before them there was as great a respect for the rights of the meanest among them as for those of the queen dowager herself. The chief judge then read aloud in a clear voice the KHOON TIIOW ATP. Gl letter she had received from the king, and, when.it was finished, the dowager and her daughter saluted the letter by prostrating themselves three times before it. Then the judge inquired if the august ladies had aught to say why the slave-woman Lore should not have been emancipated when she offered to pay the full price of her freedom. The attention of all was excited to the highest degree ; every eye concentrated itself on the queen dowager. She spoke with difficulty, and answered with some embarrassment, but from head to foot her whole person defied the judge. " And what if every slave in my service should bring me the price of her freedom ? " All eyes turned again to the judge, seated so calmly there on her little strip of matting ; every ear was strained to catch her reply. " Then, lady, thou wouldst be bound to free every one of them." " And serve myself ? " " Even so, my august mistress," said the judge, bowing low. The dowager turned very pale and trembled slightly as the judge declared that L'ore was no longer the slave of the Chow Chom Manda Ung, but the property of the Crue Yai (royal teacher). " Let her purchase-money be paid down," said the dow- ager, angrily, " and she is freed forever from my service." The judge then turned to me, and said, " You are now the mistress of L'ore. I will have the papers made out. Bring hither the money, forty ticals, and all shall be settled." ^ I thanked the judge, bowed to the great ladies, who simply ignored my existence, and returned perfectly hap- py for once in my life to my home in Bangkok. Next day, after school, I presented myself at the court-house. 62 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. Only three of the female judges were present, with some of the p'ha khooms (sheriffs). Khoon Thow App handed me the dekah, or free paper, and bade one of the p'ha khooms go with me to see the money paid and L'ore liberated. Never did my feet move so swiftly as when I threaded once more the narrow alley, and my heart beat quickly as I pushed open the ponderous brass door. There was L'ore, chained as before. In the piazza sat the Princess P'hra Ong Brittry and her mother, surrounded by their sympathizing women. The p'ha khoom was so timid and hesitating, that I ad- vanced and laid the money before the great ladies. The queen dowager dashed the money away and sent it rolling hither and thither on the pavement, but gave orders at the same time to release L'ore and let her go. This was done by a female blacksmith, a dark, heavy, ponderous-looking woman, who filed the rivet asunder. In the mean time a crowd had collected in this solitary place, chiefly ladies of the harem, with some few slaves. So L'ore was free at last ; but what was my amazement to find, that she refused to move ; she persistently folded her hands and remained prostrate before her royal persecutors as if rooted to the spot. I was troubled. I turned to consult the p'ha khoom, but she did not dare to advise me, when one of the ladies — a mother, with a babe in her arms — whispered in my ear, "They have taken away the child." Alas ! I had forgotten the child. The faces of the crowd were marked with sympathy and sadness ; they exchanged glances, and the same woman whispered to me, " Go back, go back, and demand to buy the child." I turned away sorrowfully, hastened to Khoon Thow App, and stated my case. She opened a box, drew out a dark roll, and set out with me. kiioon tiiow Arr. G3 Tlie scene was just as I had left it. There sat the au- gust ladies, holding small jewelled hand-mirrors, and creaming their lips with the most sublime air of indiffer- ence L'ore still lay prostrate before them, her face hid- den on the pavement. The crowd of women pressed anxiously in, and all eyes were strained towards the judge. She bowed before the ladies, opened the dark roll, and read the law : " If any woman have children during her bondage, they shall be slaves also, and she is bound to pay for their freedom as well as her own. The price of an infant in arms is one tical, and for every year of his or her life shall be paid one tical." This declara- tion in terms so precise appeared to produce a strong im- pression on the crowd, and none whatever on the royal ladies. Ever so many betel-boxes were opened, and the price of the child pressed upon me. I took four ticals and laid them down before the ladies. The judge, seeing that nothing was done to bring the child to the prostrate mother, despatched one of the p'ha khooms for the boy. In half an hour he was in his mother's arms. She did not start with surprise or joy, but turned up to heaven a face that was joy itself. Both mother and child bowed before the great ladies. Then L'ore made strenuous efforts to stand up and walk, and, failing, began to laugh at her own awkwardness, as she limped and hobbled along, borne away by the exulting crowd, headed by the judge. Even this did not diminish her happiness. With her face pressed close to her boy's, she continued to talk to herself and to him, " How hap- py we shall be! We, too, have a little garden in thy father's house. My Thook will play in the garden; he will chase the butterflies in the grass, and I will watch him all the day long," etc. The keepers of the gates handed flowers to the boy, saying, "P'hoodh tho, dee chai nak nah, dee chai nak 64 ROMANCE OF THE HAEEM. nan " (pitiful Buddha ! we are very glad at heart, very, very glad). The news had spread, and, before we reached the river, hosts of Malays, Mohammedans, and Siamese, with some few Chinese, had loosened their cumberbunds (scarfs) and converted them into flags. Thus, with the many-colored flags flying, the men, women, and children running and shouting along the banks of the Meinam, spectators crowding into the fronts of their floating houses, L'ore and her boy sailed down the river and reached their home. The next day her husband, Naikodah Ibrahim, refunded the money paid for his wife and child, whose name was changed from Thook (Sorrow) to Urbana (the Free). THE KAJI'OOT AND HLS DAUGHTER G5 CHAPTEE VII. THE RAJTOOT AND HIS DAUGHTER. BANGKOK is full of people. Every day crowds of men and boys are pouring into the great metropolis from all parts of the country to have their names enrolled on the books of the lords and dukes to whom they belong. There are no railroads, no steamboats, so the vast com- panies of serfs travel together, — the rich by means of their boats and gondolas, and the poor on foot, following the course of the great river Meinam. Sometimes caravans of whole tribes may be seen en- camped during the intense noonday heat by the banks of the stream, under the shade of some neighboring trees. These weary marches are always commenced at sunset, and continued till noon of the next day, when the over- powering heat forces man and beast under shelter. There existed in Siam under the late king a mixed system of slavery, in part resembling the old system of English feudal service, in part the former serfdom of Eus- sia, and again in part the peonage of Mexico. In the enrolment, called Sak, an institution peculiar to the country, every man is obliged to receive an indeli- ble mark on his arm or side, denoting the chief to whom he belongs. The process is exactly like tattooing. The name of the chief is pricked into the skin with a long slender steel having a lancet-shaped point, just deep enough to draw a little blood; after which the bile of peacock mixed with Chinese ink is rubbed over the scarification. This leaves an indelible mark. 66 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. All the male children of those so marked are obliged at the age of fourteen to appear in person to have their names enrolled on their master's books, and themselves branded on their arms. The king's men, that is, those who have to attend on royalty as soldiers, guards, or in any other capacity, are marked on the side, a little below the armpit, to distin- guish them from the other serfs of the princes, dukes, or lords of the realm. Among the vast crowds who were pouring through the many gates and avenues into the city in July, 1862, was seen a stately old Eajpoot, weary and travel-stained, lead- ing a low-sized, shaggy pony on which was seated a close- ly veiled figure of a young woman. A stranger could not but observe the proud, forbidding look of the old man as he urged and stimulated his weary beast through the crowd. Behind the veiled figure were two leathern bags which contained some wearing apparel and a supply of provis- ions to serve them during their stay in the capital. There are no such places as inns or caravansaries to lodge the multitude who are thus forced into Bangkok every year. Those who have boats live in them on the river and its numerous canals, others take refuge in the Buddhist monasteries, while the poorer classes have the bare earth, dry or wet as the weather may be, for their couch. It was not until they were quite exhausted, and could no longer maintain the pace at which they had been making their way through the crowded city, that the old man began to look around him for some spot where they could encamp. The place at which they had arrived was the southern gate of the citadel, called Patoo Song Khai (Gate of Commerce). Here they came upon the haunts of commerce and traffic, — market and trades- women were hurrying to and from the inner city. All THE RAJPOOT AND HIS DAUGHTER. 07 around was noise and confusion, and here, beneath the shadow of a projecting porch and wall, the old man sud- denly halted, and, lifting the girl lightly to the ground, said in a low, deep, and not unmusical voice, " Let us abide here, my child; and though we can call nothing our own, we shall live like the bright gods, feeding on happiness." There was something tender in the way he said this, hut the girl did not appear to heed him. Looking about her with a startled and bewildered gaze, she seemed to be haunted by apprehensions of being led captive to some gloomy place, where she would be chained and scourged, and. worse than all, -where she would never see her father but through iron gratings and bars. Her terrors at length became so real that she wrapped her faded "saree" more closely around her, and burst into tears. " Art thou afraid ? " inquired the old man. " Why, thou hast less to fear here by my side than if I had left thee behind in the mountains of Prabat." He then proceeded to unpack his beast, while the girl timidly made ready to cook their evening meal of boiled rice and fish. There was a certain sense of safety in the shadow of the grand royal palace that seemed to restore the girl to a Stat.- of moderate tranquillity, and the Amazons who loitered round the gate watched the travellers with some •■ of interest, which arose partly from curiosity and partly from want of something better to do. The old man seemed a sombre sort of being to them ; but the girl \\as an object of wonder and delight, as, though she replied to her father in a language foreign t<> the listeners, she fre- quently intermingled her remarks with the Siamese word "eha" (dear), wh i.l 1 pleased the stout-hearted guardians of the gate so much that they made no objections to the travellers' resting tl 68 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. In such a spot as this there was, indeed, more of dan- ger than of safety both for father and child, if they could but have known it; but the poorer class of strangers clung to the name of the great king Maha Mongkut as a babe clings to its mother's arms, and the old man felt as safe as if lodged in an impregnable castle, sur- rounded by a million of guardian angels ; while the girl, gathering courage from the satisfaction that settled on her father's face, began to take note of what was passing around her, and her fears soon gave place to a variety of happy thoughts. The freshness of the evening air, the song of the merry birds, the beauty of the wild flowers that grew among the tangled bushes on the banks of the river, and, above all, the constant stream of richly gilded boats and gondo- las that glided past on the limpid waters, now glittering in the roseate hues of the setting sun, soothed and glad- dened, as with tender, loving words, the heart of the lonely mountain girL At sunset the Amazons shut the gates and disappeared. The old man unrolled a small carpet, covered himself with a worn-out old cloth, and, taking his daughter under his stalwart arm, he laid himself down to rest beneath the canopy of the wide sky. The girl, from her place near the corner made by the gate and the wall, could only see one star overhead, and the shadow in which she slept seemed so dark that her heart sunk within her, as she silently prayed to the angel of the sky not to desert them. But, tired and weary, she soon slept as soundly as her father. Meanwhile the city of the " Invincible and Beautiful Archangel " slumbered, and " the great stars globed them- selves in heaven," and seemed to bridge the gulf that separates the infinite from the finite with their tender, loving light. Who can say but that the fond spirit of a THE RAJPOOT AND HIS DAUGHTER. GO dead wife and mother beamed in love and pity over the father and child sleeping thus alone in the heart of a great city I for the girl dreamed a dream which seemed a warning to her. Suddenly she started in her sleep, and saw in the distance a company of men armed with swords and spears, tarrying lanterns in their hands, marching slowly towards the spot where they lay. These were the night-guards patrolling outside the walls of the inner city. While she looked they seemed to expand. They were now colossal, — monsters that filled the earth, air, and sky. Full of dismay, she clung closer to the side of her father. Their heavy tramp came nearer, and she could hear them stop. How desperately her heart beat under the covering] What if they should find her out! The captain of the guards approached, passed his lantern slowly over the face of the old man, and perceiving that he was one of the many strangers called into the city at this time of the year, he and his company went on their rounds. No sooner had the glimmer of their lanterns vanished in the distance, than the girl sprang up, and, casting a can- dons glance all round, drew out in the darkness a small image of India, which she wore within her vest, and placed it at her lather's head; then, loosening a silk cord from her neck, to which was attached a silver ring inscribed with the mystic triform used by the Hindoo women, she proceeded to implore the protection of the and to describe several weird circles and waves over herself and her father. This done she slept sweetly, feeling in the presence of that brass image a senseof security that many a Christian might have envied. Just at this moment, one of the guards in passing on the other side of the city remarked that they ought to 70 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. have aroused the old khaik (foreigner) and exacted a toll from him for taking up his quarters so near the walls of the royal palace. "That very thought has just crossed my mind," said the captain, " and mine, and mine," echoed a number of voices. "It is hardly midnight yet; let us turn back and see what we can squeeze out of the old fellow." No sooner said than done. The chief led the way, and the whole company rapidly retraced their steps to where the travellers slept. It would be difficult to reproduce the picture that must have presented itself to the captain of the night-guards, who, after having stationed his men at a little distance, advanced noiselessly, approached the old man, and drew off lightly the covering that wrapped the sleeper, in order to make some guess from his dress and appearance as to the amount of money they might demand from him. The eye turns instinctively to the faintest glimmer of light. So the light reflected from the calm face of the mysteriously beautiful dreamer as she lay beside her father, her head resting on his arm, and her face turned mutely up to the dark sky, staggered the captain, who started back as if he had received a sudden blow, or as if some unexpected event had forced him into the presence of a supernatural being, while the brazen image of Indra gleamed with a lurid brightness that reddened the pale atmosphere around, as if in the vicinity of some confla- gration. Buddhist as he was, he had a sort of ancestral rever- ence for the gods of the Hindoos. He also believed in the ancient tradition that no one could injure the inno- cent. The shadow of the shade grew darker, and he thought the eyes of the god were fixed intently upon him. All his unrighteous desires quelled, he stood trans- fixed reverently to the spot. A serious smile, almost T1IE RAJPOOT AND HIS DAUGHTER. 71 stern in its expression, passed over the girl's face, as he stood contemplating her. That seemingly slumbering statue was conscious of an intruder, and she quietly opened her eyes on him. The captain's lantern lighted up his face, and, stout- hearted, fearless man that he was, he trembled as he met that calm, inquiring look. But before he could retire or bring himself to speak, the girl uttered a sudden cry of terror, so pathetic and terrible that the old man sprang to his feet, and the guards, who heard it in the distance, felt their blood run cold with horror and dismay. There was a moment of hesitation as the old Rajpoot confronted the guardsman face to face. The next instant the lantern was dashed from his trembling hand, and he lay prostrate on the ground, while his enemy grappled at his throat with the fury of a wild beast. The remainder of the guards rushed to the scene of conflict, but even they stood confounded for a second or two at the sight of the strange, terrified girl. They soon recovered from their astonishment, however, and proceeded to capture the old man, wdien Smayatee sprang to her feet at once, like some spectre rising from the ground, and; pushing back the sol- with all her might, clasped her father round the neck. Thus clinging to him, she turned a face of defiance mi the guardsmen of the king. The aspect of the girl, who thought to restrain by an electric glance an armed . excited such derision in the breasts of the soldiers, that they rudely tore her from her father, bound her with the silken bridle-reins that had served for her pony, and carried them both off to separate cells, while a party of them remained behind to restore their fallen chief. 72 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. CHAPTEE VIII. AMONG THE HILLS OF ORISSA. BEFOEE proceeding further, it will not be amiss to give the reader some account of this Eajpoot and his daughter. And that he may better understand the personal anecdotes of bravery, honest zeal, and devoted- ness that distinguished him in life, I must turn to the still broader and deeper historical incidents which are the marked characteristics of the race to which he belonged. I do not undertake to treat of tins portion of India at large, but only to look at the small corner of it in which Rama the Eajpoot was born. In the district of Orissa stands on a cluster of hills, in the midst of an arid and undulating plateau, the city of Megara, composed for the most part of houses of mean aspect, with only a few handsome mansions and stately edifices to relieve their monotonous insignificance, possess- ing few fine trees large enough to afford shade, with the exception of the sacred groves dedicated to the earth-god- dess Davee and the sun-god Dhupya; and with water barely sufficient to quench the excessive thirst of its parched inhabitants, alternately swept by piercing blasts and scorched by intense heats, Megara would certainly present but few attractions to the traveller but for the mysterious reverence which has rested ever since the time of Alexander over the illimitable plains of Hindostan. Tragic and terrible are the memories that poetry has woven about this land of undefined distances and nearly fabulous magnificence, where men adopt, from father to son, the professions of murderers, highwaymen, robbers, AMONG THE HILLS OF ORISSA. 73 soldiers, warriors, and priests, where each man lives as if surrounded by internal and external enemies, and ex- pects from every circling point of the horizon a foci nan instead of a friend. From the remotest times there has been a ceaseless march of tribes into this vast peninsula, from which there is no outlet. Pouring across the Indus or straggling down through the passes of the Himalaya, each wave of immi- gration pushed its predecessors farther into the country. Thus the Aryan nations followed in their turn, at the same time reacting powerfully on the creeds and usages of the primitive people. But various remains of the ear- lier and rude aboriginal tribes are still found here among the hilly regions and woody fastnesses of the peninsula. Many of them are quite distinct from one another, evi- dently belonging to different eras of an indefinitely re- mote and abysmal past. The Eajpoots are the most remarkable of these abo- riginal tribes, and they are described as a noble race, tall and athletic, with symmetric features, half-way between the Roman and Jewish types, large eyed, and with fine long hair falling in natural locks upon their shoulders; high-bred, though with the decline of their country under British rule the decline of their character has kept pace. Revolutions have done their work upon them, if, indeed, th«' word " revolution" may be applied to the insurrections and mutinies that have kept this portion of India in a stati- of petty warfai • for the last three hundred years. The comparatively treeless character of the hills where they dwell appears to indicate that, In former times, large spaces had 1 i □ laid under cultivation, whereas at present they lead a savage life as freebooters and robbers. Around these desolate hills and valleys cluster a variety of tribes and races, of diverse tongues and customs, creeds and religions, — worshippers of Mohammed and of the 74 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. Buddha, followers of Brahma and of Indra, of Vishnu and Siva, of the many-breasted and teeming Davee, and the triple-headed and triple-bodied Dhupya. Over all these different peoples the Ptajpoot, or warrior caste, has held for centuries an undisputed sway. Among all these tribes the " Meriah " sacrifice prevails, as the only means of propitiating the earth-goddess. The victims for these yearly sacrifices are furnished by a regular class of procurers, who either supply them to order or raise them on speculation. They are bought from their parents in hard famine times, or they are kidnapped on the plains. Devoted often in their childhood to the earth-goddess Davee, they are suffered to grow up as con- secrated privileged beings, to marry, to hold lands and flocks and herds and other worldly goods, and are cher- ished and beloved by the community for whom they are willing to be offered up to serve as mediator and friend in the shadowy world beyond the grave for the short space of one year, when the insatiable earth-goddess is said to demand a fresh victim. I ought not to omit to say here, as a faithful recorder of the facts that have reached me, that in spite of the tre- mendous doom that overshadows the victims consecrated to Davee's altar, they lead resigned and even joyous lives up to the last moment of their existence ; and the saying is, that the soul of a god enters the martyr, and transfig- ures him into a divine, ineffable being, incapable of feel- ing any pain or regret at the moment of death. For unnumbered centuries the vast hilly province of Orissa verging on Gondwana, and comprising all the east- ern portion of the Vindhya chain, has been the scene of this revolting and inhuman custom ; and from time imme- morial thousands of men whom we in our enlightenment call " savage hordes " have offered themselves up for the good of their fellow-men. Surely an effluence from the AMONG THE HILLS OF OMSSA. 75 Divine Soul must have passed over these strange mystic mediators, as they stood trembling upon Davee's altar, clutching the sharp knife in their uplifted hand, their faces turned towards the darkening earth, singing the su- preme song, and uttering the supreme cry, " Davee ! do all thy acts to me. Spend all thy fury upon me. Spare my race from the hungry grave (earth). Drink of my blood, and be appeased." And as the echoes of this cry of tri- umph and of despair die away in the distance, the self-sac- rificing victim plunges the bright steel into his own warm heart, bends forward to sprinkle with his life's blood the insatiable earth, repeating his song in whispers that grow fainter and fainter as he slowly draws out the fatal steel and falls dead upon her bare bosom. The Rajpoots are still the chiefs. They levy a tax on the various tribes who inhabit these hilly regions, and who are, in great measure, dependent upon them, trained war- riors from their childhood, for their protection. They are not distinct from their neighbors, so far as the ceremonials of religion are concerned. The number of marriages among them is, however, contracted by the • exclusion of all but their own peculiar clan or caste. Marriage itself is an expensive thing, from the costly usages with which it is attended among them, while at the same time <•• li- bacy is disgraceful. An unmarried daughter is a reproach to her parents and to herself; therefore it has been an es- tablished custom with the Rajpoot to preserve the chastity of his daughter and the honor of his house by doing away with his female children a few hours after their birth. When a messenger from the Zennana announces to him the birth of a daughter, the Rajpoot will coolly roll up between his fingers a tiny ball of opium, to be conveyed to the mother, who thereupon, with many a bit- ter tear, rubs on her nipple the sleep-giving poison, and the babe drinks in death with its mother's milk. 76 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. Here again we find a striking anomaly in the Hindoo character. The parental instinct is as strong in the people of India as in any people of the world ; and even where no parental tie exists, the tenderness with which strong, bearded men devote themselves to the care of young chil- dren is as touching as it is remarkable. A childless woman, too, is a miserable creature, a hissing and a re- proach among men, and barrenness is only accounted for as a punishment for some grievous sin committed against the gods in a pre-existent state. Nevertheless, among the high-caste Eajpoot tribes female infanticide is universally practised ; so that, in the district in which Eama was born, owing to its decline from the prosperity of former years, a high-born girl was rarely if ever heard of. On a high and projecting rock, whose scarped and rugged outlines bid defiance to the pedestrian, stood the stately mansion of Dhotee Bhad, the chieftain of Megara, and the father of Eama, recognizable by its grand appear- ance, its balconies of fretted stone, and its long windows, which commanded for miles the surrounding country. It is a wild and solitary spot, and out of the direct road to any place ; but it had two advantages, — it was almost in- accessible, and it overlooked valleys which were as luxu- riant with verdure as the hills around were sterile and barren. Two miles from this spot rises the Ghat Meriah, crowned with a grove of stately trees, whose profound brown shadows and lurid gloom is said to be caused by the spirits of the victims offered up yearly there, and whose grand proportions are dimly visible at points here and there as you approach the grove. At the foot of this Ghat, in a thick and all but impenetrable forest, are sev- eral magnificent ponds from which the inhabitants draw their water. Such was the home and the birthplace of our hero Eama. THE REBEL DUKE P'lIAYA SI P'lIIFOOR. 77 CHAPTEE IX. THE REBEL DUKE P'lIAYA SI P'HIFOOR. IK the year 1831 a revolutionary war broke out in the northern provinces of Siam. The ringleader of this disaffected part of the country was the Duke Fhaya Si Fhifoor, a man who, from his high position, great warlike talents, and immense wealth, possessed an unbounded in- fluence over the inhabitants of the northern provinces. It is said that even from his infancy the demon Ambition had taken such possession of him that he used to imagine himself a king, and that, from that time to the fatal ter- mination of his life, he dreamt of nothing but the sceptre and the supreme sway. It was one of his first efforts, therefore, to gather from distant lands all the disaffected and ambitious spirits he could muster together, — men who would be brave and skilful enough to take the helm in the storm that must follow his inexorable bidding. In 1821 he sent secret agents by an Indian merchant ship to Calcutta to enlist for him a troop of hardy war- riors of tin- Rajpoot tribe. Among this troop hired in Cal- cutta and transshipped to Siam was our prisoner, Rama Singalee, — Kama the lion He, with the rest of his party, had been implicated in some incipient rebellion against the British government, and had fled for concealment to the densely populated city of Calcutta, where, after sev- eral years of hard struggling to obtain some means of livelihood not derogatory to their high caste, they were induced to sell their services to the agent of the Duke Fhaya Si P'hifoor. This 1 «an< 1 i >f hired mercenaries landed 78 ROMANCE OF THE IIAEEM. secretly in the Gulf of Martaban, at the mouth of the Irrawady, whence by night travel they arrived at P'hra Batt. Here portions of land in the tenure of the duke were allotted to them, and they were dispersed until a fitting opportunity should offer for striking the final blow which was to place their master on the throne of Siam, and themselves in offices of trust in the kingdom. So things went on for several years, when Eama fell in love with a Loatian girl of singular beauty, but could not collect money enough to satisfy the demands of her parents. It was the custom of the Duke P'haya Si P'hifoor to make an annual visit to P'hra Batt, ostensibly with varied offerings to the footprint of Buddha, from which the whole mountainous district is named, but in reality to muster his retainers, give them presents, and exact fresh promises of service, or to traverse the entire country gain- ing fresh adherents to his cause. On one occasion a dreadful fever ravaged his party; many of them had to be left at the different monasteries to be cared for, while Eama and a few followers only ac- companied him. Just as the sun was setting behind the mountains, Eama, who acted as pioneer, heard the sound of some animal in the thick underwood. He crept quick- ly back, motioned his companions to halt, and advanced alone. A few yards from him he saw a tiger, immovable, yet stealthily watching his opportunity to make a spring. Night was fast approaching, and so was death ; but Eama drew near, his eyes fixed steadily" and unfalteringly on those of the beast. At last he took his position, and for a moment or two they glared one upon the other. Then in the distance the rest of the party, breathless, their hearts beating quickly, heard the dismal roar of a goaded and infuriate animal, and the heavy blows of a battle-axe. Their terror was only equalled by their joy when they THE REBEL DUKE P'HAYA SI P'HIFOOR. 70 saw the huge creature extended before them in death. The duke came up, and instantly rewarded the brave war- rior with a hundred pieces of gold. Gold enough to buy Malee, the beautiful Loatian girl ! Next morning he prostrated himself before the duke, and requested permission to return at once to Fhra Batt, which was granted him. Thus did the Eajpoot obtain to wife the woman he loved. Meanwhile the duke, still cherishing his darling ambi- tion, consulted all the astrologers in the country, who drew auguries from ants, spiders, and bees, and predicted for him a brilliant career. This so worked upon the already inflamed imagination of P'haya Si Fhifoor, that he was led, in an unguarded moment, to throw down the gauntlet and declare open war against the king of Siam, whom he branded with the titles of fox and usurper. Through his secret emissaries he caused edicts to be proclaimed everywhere, nominating himself in the name of the people and of heaven as the lawful successor to the throne. The entire army of the priesthood and the people were on his side. Hosts of men from all parts of the country flocked to his standard. The duke, mounted on a white elephant, headed the rabble crowd. Before him, on horse- hark, rode the hired Eajpoot band of warriors. Tidings of this alarming insurrection soon reached the enraged monarch at Bangkok, who instantly summoned a council of war, and sent trumpeters all over the land to blast forth a direful malediction, in the name of all the hosts of heaven, upon the rebel duke and his followers. The rebel duke and his frenzied legions made rapid progress, however. They could he seen covering the entire face of the country, rushing on with shouts and cries and furious bounding of elephants and horses, with flourish of trumpets and of banners, — a terrible, undisci- 80 ROMANCE OF THE HAEEM. plined, myriad-faced monster, being neither burnt up with the scorching rays of Suriya, nor scattered by the thunder- bolts of Indra. The king, who had stormed so loud and so lustily from behind the purdah-curtain of his throne, now trembled and cowered in the midst of his fifteen hundred wives, and let the duke ride triumphantly, almost to the very gates of his palace at Ayudia. In this emergency the prime minister, Somdetch Ong Yai, the father of the present premier, assumed the com- mand of the army, transshipped all the guns he could muster into small crafts, — the river at Ayudia being too shallow for ships of great tonnage, — taking with them an ample supply of ammunition, and with hardly twelve thousand men sailed up the river, amid the shouts and prayers of the terrified inhabitants. On their arrival at Ayudia the guns were conveyed on trucks to the point whence the attack was expected. Here Somdetch Ong Yai hastily erected several batteries, and awaited the attack. Scarcely four hours had elapsed after the completion of these preparations, when the whole neighborhood was aroused by the war-cry of the rebel army, which appeared in sight, headed by the duke. The Eajpoot cavalry, armed with long rifle-guns, bows and arrows, and poisoned lances, prepared to storm the batteries. There was a mo- ment of fearful silence, followed by a flash and the thundering roar of the artillery from the other side. The monster army of the rebel duke reeled, scattered, and gave way, all but the Eajpoot cavalry, almost every one of whom lay dead or dying on the field. The prime minis- ter, Somdetch Ong Yai, rushed forward and captured the rebel duke, wounding, in the attempt, one gigantic, des- perate soldier, who fought with a recklessness of daring in behalf of his misguided leader that won the admira- tion of friend and foe. PALM-TREKS NEAR III K NEW ROAD, BANGKOK. THE REBEL DUKE TIIAYA Bl rilll'OOR. 81 Where was the monster army now ? Of the dead and dying there were a thousand or more, of living captives only two, — the Duke Fhaya si rhi- foor, and one faithful soldier, Rama Singalee. The rest had, at the first sound of the cannon, fled far beyond its range, like a wave of the ocean it had swept out of sight P'haya Si Fhifoor was carried to Bangkok, tried, and sentenced to death. A general amnesty was pro- claimed, and the generous premier, Somdetch Ong Xai, took Rama into his own household, had him eared for and proniot ed to a place of trust. As for the wretched duke, on his arrival at Bangkok he was condemned first to have his eyes put out, and then to be placed in an iron which was suspended from a scaffolding in the middle of the river, so that the unfortunate captive could manage just barely to touch with the tips of his fingers the waters as they rippled under it. Here he was left by that most inhuman of the kings of Siam, Fhendin Klang, without food or raiment, cx- posed to the burning heat of the noonday sun, to suiter from the acutest agonies of thirst, within hearing and touch of the waters that flowed in perpetual eddies beneath his feet. How ardently must that poor, unhappy man have prayed for death; and that dark angel, at all times too ready to come unhidden to the good and happy, st<»<>d aloof, and seemed to mock at his misery for many and many a weary day and night, until at Length it began to be whispered among the peopL — many of whom would gladly have brought him food an. I drink, but for the dread- ful punishment threatened on all such as should attempt in any way to mitigate his tortures — that the angels, pitying his sufferings, brought him nightly portions of the "amreeta" on which they fed so plentifully in heaven, But the truth was, that Rama Singalee was the stout- 4* F 82 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. hearted angel who battled nightly with the strong currents of the Meinam, and brought, at the risk and peril of his life, some boiled rice and water in the hollow of a bam- boo cane, which, as he floated beneath the iron cao,'e, he held up to his late master's mouth, who sucked therefrom the scanty portion of food it contained. The last night of the unfortunate prisoner's life, Eama set out as usual, ignoring the pain of his wounds, and, swimming manfully against the strong tide that threat- ened to bear him away with it, he reached the spot about three o'clock in the morning, stealthily approached the cage, keeping his head under water, but his heart above the clouds, with those heroic souls who follow in the path of the Son of Heaven. He swam right under the cage, and looking up in the darkness towards it, saw no shadow there. He held up the long bamboo, and rested it against the iron bars, but no eager, trembling hand grasped it, as it was wont to do. He called out in hoarse whispers, " P'hakha, p'hakha, soway tho " (master, master, pray eat). No sound, no movement, reached his anxious ears. Ah, happy man ! the loving voice of his devoted fol- lower reached his ears, and penetrated far into his sinking heart, as he lay in his last agonies, coiled up on the floor of his cage, and in the double darkness of night and sight- lessness, he saw the brave, strong face of this one great soul that loved him in spite of all his sin and misery ; and, even as he caught the vision, a smile such as would have irradiated the throne of God, passed over that blind, dis- torted face, and the soul flitted away rejoicing, leaving behind it an expression of serenity and peace, as if that proud, turbulent, and ambitious spirit had at last been taught the meaning of a higher love, and through it had breasted the waters, and gained the shore "Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest." After some years of service in the army, the premier, THE RjEBEL DUKE P'HAYA SI P'lIIEOOR. 83 Somdetch Ong Yai, being dead, Rama, having been regu- larly branded as the vassal of his eldest son, Chow Fhaya Mandtree, obtained permission to return home to his wife. Just eight years after these events, and the very year after his return home, there was bom to this brave man a daughter, who, as it sometimes happens, by some singular in ak of nature, or, perhaps, by some higher law of devel- opment, was so wondrously beautiful, that when Rama, faithful to the custom of his ancestors, handed to his wife, a few hours after her delivery, a baU of opium to be rubbed on her breasts, she turned up to him a scared and wondering look, muttering, " She is, — she is the smile of God," the deadly ball dropped from her pulseless hands, and her spirit passed away ; and he, broken hearted and baffled, rightly interpreted the significance of her dying words, not only spared the child's life, but named her Devo Smayatee (the God smiles). Thus a new life stole into the heart and the arms of the old warrior of Orissa, 84 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. CHAPTEE X. THE GRANDSON OF SOMDETCH ONG YAI, AND HIS TUTOR P'HRA CHOW SADUMAN. WHEN Rama and his daughter were carried off to prison, poor Smayatee hardly realized what was going to happen. But when a couple of Amazons forced her away from her father, and she understood the full meaning of what had befallen them, she began to shout and scream aloud for help. But none came. A child of the mountains and hills, she had as yet de- veloped none but the natural instincts of what civiliza- tion would call a savage. Combined with her fine organi- zation, she inherited a passionate nature, and an intense love for the mountains and woods, the earth and sky, which were to her so many beautiful gods. To some she had been accustomed to offer flowers, to others fruit, oil, wine, honey, water. She always set apart a portion of every meal for her favorite god Davee, the earth-goddess. To such a nature only to live was worship. To see, to hear, to gather thoughts and pictures, to feel the throbbing pulses ; to fill the eye with images of beauty, the heart with impulses of love and joy ; to place the mind face to face with the unwritten mysteries which nature unfolds to it, — is, indeed, the highest sphere of contemplation and worship, as well for the savage as the child of civilization. The Amazons who guarded the cell chatted together in a low tone, while Smayatee, exhausted by her cries and screams for help, had sunk into a deep sleep. They re- marked on the beauty of her skin, the roundness of her limbs, the softness of her cheeks, and the superb lashes THE GRANDSON OF SOMDKTCII, AND HIS TUTOR. 85 that rested flo lightly upon them, and wondered who she could 1"' ; for though her dress bespoke her of the pea-ant class of the Loatians, her form and face betokened high birth • Be must have stolen her," said one of the women ; '• Bhe cannot be his daughter, though she calls him father." "He has 1 nought her here for sale, of course," added another; "else why should he have chosen such a place as tli is, so near the royal palace, for encampment." "Ah, well I whatever be her lot, poor child, let us not add to her sufferings ; she will have enough of them in this life," rejoined the kind-hearted chief officer. The bell above the prison gate, with its brazen tongue, tolled out twelve (i. e., five in the morning) ; the girl, aroused as it wire 1 y the voice of an angel, started, rubbed her eyes, and looking around seemed to recall the events of the last night She then made several profound salutations and invocations to a gleam of sunlight that came straggling into her cell, -wrapped her saree over her head and face, and placed herself near the door, so as to be able to pass out the moment it should be opened. " Take something to eat, child," said the chief of the Amazons on guard, who was partaking of a breakfast of cold rice and fish, "and wait till the sun is higher in the heavens, and T will go with you ; it is not fit that one so young and beautiful should go out alone and unpro- tected. " Sh.' was too kind-hearted to tell her that she was a prisoner, and no longer free to go in and out. Sm&y&tee had hardly swallowed a few mouthfuls of rice, when the guardsman of the previous night appeared, with orders to the Amazons to take her to the Sala of the Grand Duke, Chow PTiaya Mandtree; as they, on discov- ering from the mark on the old man's arm that he was a vassal of that nobleman, had resigned him to the cus- tody of his officers. 86 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. The Amazons led the way, and Smayatee followed with faltering steps. Nobody noticed her. Everybody seemed excited and eager. Every one hurried towards the same spot. In her uncertainty the girl could see nothing in the world but the river running strong, yet running calmly on. After a little while she began to trace the opposite bank ; a little way to the left something hanging midway in the sky, as she supposed, or rather in mid-distance ; there being as yet no sky, no heaven, no earth ; nothing but the river. This was a bridge ; they cross the bridge. Where does it lead to ? Whither flows this mysterious stream, of which the coming and the going are equally full of wonder and dread to her ? What mysterious, en- chanted palaces and temples are those looming out yonder on the other side ? To her ignorance they are but in- finitude and the unknown. Now they near the duke's palace ; the odors of orange-flowers and spice-groves reach them, like airs that breathe from paradise. Having come to the great hall, the Amazons take their places on one of the lowest steps, Smayatee seated between them ; they are contented to chew their betel and to wait. The hall is full of men. The work of branding and enrolling goes briskly on under the orders of a young nobleman, called ISTai Dhamaphat, the grandson of Som- detch Ong Yai. Every now and then some persons are brought forward to be admonished, fined, or whipped. Sometimes from among this crowd a boy is dragged out forcibly, and branded. Through the masses of men, lighted up now by the full blaze of sunlight, Smayatee sought one form and one figure only, and he was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly the Grand Duke was announced ; he entered the hall with conscious swagger, followed by a long train of attendants and slaves. THE GRANDSON OF S0MDETCH, AND HIS TUTOR. 87 Ko words could express what there was in the face and figure of this man, as he rolled rather than walked into the centre of the hall. Work instantly ceased; all around crouched and hid their races. This did not rouse his huge, drowsy nature into even a look of recognition; he growled rather than spoke the orders for the workers to continue, and turned t" his son and said, "Dhamaphat, what is this about Rama Singalee having attacked the captain of the royal guards '. " ■ My Lord," replied the latter, "the captain, as far as I can learn, is as much to blame as the old soldier, who says he only Btruck him in defence of his daughter." " A daughter, eh ! I did not know the old fellow had a daughter." At this point in the conversation Smayatee, who had been listening with deep attention, leaned forward, and fearlessly addressed the duke, said, "Do you want that I should tell you how it happened, my lord ? " * Well, speak out ! " said the duke, turning savagely upon the girl for having dared to interrupt him unbidden. He checked himself, however, as his eye fell upon the graceful, veiled figure, and said rather more gently, " Go on, how was it ?" Smayatee threw back her covering, sat up, and re- l the story of her long journey, her father's fears to her alone at home, their encampment near the royal palace, her fearful alarm, and how it was to save her that fcher Btruck the captain of the king's guard girl never looked so beautiful, so fearless; there was in her look the innocence and the ignorance of a babe. It was not the words she uttered, but the face she presented, the look BO sad and yet so full of trust, which I to muse the drowsy nature of the duke, and to change his repulsiveness into something more hideous still. Dhamaphat listened, too, with intense interest; it 88 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. seemed as if his whole soul were concentrated into his eyes and ears. The duke was puzzled what to say. He turned to exchange a few words, in an undertone, with his son, and then dismissed the Amazons, charging them, on the peril of their lives, not to lose sight of the girl, and promising the latter to have the matter investigated on the following day. In Siamese life the lights and shadows are equally strong. At once brilliant and gloomy, smiling and sombre, lighted as by the radiance of dawn, and at the same time enveloped in the darkness of night. The branding and enrolling for the day was over. The crowds dispersed to their various homes. When the young man, Nai Dhamaphat, went out, he had but one thought ; it was to follow that girl, and try, if possible, to see her face and hear her voice again. There was something in that face that had changed the whole current of his being, and had set him, charged with a new force, in the midst of a little world all by itself, the horizon of which was bounded by her possible smile. He turned his steps towards the grand palace, and gazed upon the place where she was imprisoned ; he was almost at the gate. He wavered in his mind ; custom and his natural reserve forbade him to speak to a strange woman ; with a bewildered air he retraced his steps and went home. That part of Bangkok in which Chow P'haya Mand- tree lived was laid out in small squares, each walled in by low ramparts, enclosing the residence and harem of some great noble ; but the duke's palaces were surrounded by a wall only on three sides, from which ran, parallel to the river-front, several streets, and among them the gold and silver streets, so designated from their being inhabited by artists skilled in the working of those metals. THE GRANDSON OF SOMDETCH, AND HIS TUTOR. 80 The sun had set when Dhamaphat reached his home, but it was already night. Here there is no twilight, — that soil messenger that lingers, unwilling, as it were, to usher in the darkness of night. Moonlight, with its silvery touches, rested on the palace roofs and made even ugliness and decay beautiful. The tall cocoa and betel palms, moved by the wood-nymphs, fluttered and waved their branches to and fro, beckoning him nearer and nearer, and presenting a spectacle, strange, yet lovely in the extreme. The bright moon was soon lost to view, except where it penetrated the thick, overhanging foliage. On the gate- way the pendent branches of the bergamot gave forth a rich perfume. The shrill chirping of myriads of grass- hoppers, which seem never to sleep, with the sounds of distant music, fell upon his ear, as his father's temples and palaces burst upon his view, a mingled scene of fairy beauty, artificial elegance, and savage grandeur, — domes, turrets, enormous trees, and flowers such as are met with nowhere else beneath the sun. The oldest temples in Siam stood here, containing strange and wonderful objects, with stranger and more wonderful recollections attached to them. That one on the right was once, in the reign of the usurper, P'haya Tak, the principal stronghold of his ancestors, and where, even after long years, they were still wont to repair, at a particular moon in every year, to pray beside the golden pagoda that enshrined the charred bones of his forefathers. That gray palace had witnessed many a gay assemblage, held by the old duke, Somdetch Ong Yai, his grandfather. He enterc;! the temple, beneath the portal of which were some deeply graven rhymes from the Vedas, to him equally dark as the dark image of Buddha that had slum- bered for centuries at the base of the glittering altar. Yet, wonderful as were the objects that met the eye of the 90 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. young man, he simply prostrated himself before the altar, and turned to his father's palace. A low, open verandah faced the entrance. Choice birds were singing in their cages, and soft lights of cocoanut-oil were gleaming down upon them. A number of noblemen were lounging on cool mats, some playing chess, others engaged in conversation. Slaves were passing round tempting fruits, and refreshing drinks of spiced wines and cocoanut nectar. Dhamaphat prostrated himself before his father, and took his place on a low seat. He had no sooner done so, than he was startled by the entrance of some armed men, who brought in the old Eajpoot, and stationed him and themselves at the extreme end of the verandah. There was something particularly interesting about the prisoner. He was a tall, slender, alert-looking man, about sixty, fair, with aquiline features, and expressive and determined countenance. There were lines on his face that told of hardship and suffering, though these seemed in no degree to have depressed his spirits, or to have im- paired his youthful vigor and activity. He wore a blue cloak, and an ample turban of blue silk. The duke at length addressed the prisoner, and said : " Eama, you have committed a crime which, if you had not been my slave, would have handed you over to the criminal's prison for life, or to instant death ; and now, since your daughter has told us with her own lips, that it was in her defence you struck the captain of the royal guards, I am going to pay him a heavy fine, and smother this affair. But only on one condition, however, — " The duke paused for a reply, or some expression of thankfulness. None came. The old soldier turned his head, and looked at him in serious doubt. THE GRANDSON OF SOMDETCII, AND HIS TUTOR. 91 After waiting a little while lie repeated, " Only on one condition ; that thou sell to us, for our service and pleasure, this daughter of thine, and we will take better care of her than thou art able to do." It was fully half an hour before Kama seemed to com- prehend the meaning of his master's words. He had never thought of his daughter occupying such a position; he had hardly realized that she was no longer a child. Now his feeling of caste and race rose up within him; his strong nature was moved, as he saw her snatched away from him. All manner of recollections and reveries full of tenderness came whispering at his heart, and the words : " My lord, to this I can never consent," came slowly, brokenly forth, as if out of a heart struggling for mastery over some great emotion. The duke sprang to his feet, staggered — for he had been drinking heavily — up to the chained prisoner, and, clench- ing his palsied, trembling hand, he cried in a thundering voice : " You dare to refuse me ! By the gods, T will neither eat nor drink until I have seized and given her to my lowest slave! and if you do not quickly repent of your rash refusal, you shall be cast into prison for the rest of your life. Do you forget what my father did for you, you ungrateful dog ? " and his dark face became purple with rage and fury. The old warrior trembled in every limb, not from fear, but from horror. He knew what to expect from the eldest son of his late master. His heart burned with indignation. But what could he do ? How could he defend her? He thought bitterly of the weakness that had placed the honor of his house and race at the mercy of a stranger; that little ball of opium would have saved her from all possible insult He groaned aloud, feeling that this was a just retribution for his innovation upon the ancient custom of his house, and large tears rolled down his rugged face. 92 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. The drowning man, overtaken by the supreme agony, lives, in an instant, through all his happy and unhappy past. In a single moment he sees the whole drama of his life reacted before him. Thus it was with Eama ; he recalled with anguish the scenes of Smayatee's childhood, her youth and growing womanhood, all her early glad- ness, all her bright hopes and illusions, all her gifts of beauty and affection, which made one picture with her present degradation, and served only to darken the riddle of her life to him. The courage that had withstood a hungry tiger now gave way before the picture of the deeper degradation that might, because of Ins refusal, befall his child. He flung himself on the ground, and muttered : " She is yours, my lord." . " Sa-baye" (good), said the duke, clapping his hands ; " I knew you would give in ; you are no fool, Eama. It is the women whom we find so difficult to manage, when they take an idea into their heads. Take him away to his cell now," said he, addressing the guards, " to-morrow we will make it all right, and when the girl comes to the Sala, we shall apprise her of the high honors in store for her. Here," said he, throwing some money to the jailers, " go you and make merry till morning, and be sure and give the prisoner as much as he can eat and drink." The guards departed, leading away a fierce, revengeful- looking old man. When they were gone, the duke, addressing Nai Dliama- phat, said : " What think you of our clemency to our slaves, my son ? We would not take possession of this beautiful girl without the old fellow's consent." He then began to laugh, and added : " Ah, she shall be my cup-bearer, and my good friends here will have an opportunity of admiring her beauty ! " The son simply bowed his head, in seeming acknowl- THE GRANDSON OF SOMDETCII, AND HIS TUTOR. 93 edgment of his father's goodness, and after a while re- tired from the pavilion, passed over the bridge, and out of the palace gates. There could not be a greater difference of character than that which existed between the duke and his eldest son ; the one gross, sensual, cowardly, the other proud and domineering, yet withal brave, generous, religious, and impulsive. Every year found them farther apart in education, thought, feelings, hopes, and aspirations. The one stand- ing, as it were, with his foot on the first step of a ladd r that was to lead him towards the highest ideal of Chris- tianity, the other sunk beyond all hope in the ignorance of a savage barbarism. But now this last scene was too much for the former. It snapped asunder the fragile cord that still bound him to his father, and placed him in the position of an antag- onist. Every nation has certain constitutional peculiarities which give rise to practices and phases of thought very startling to others, who are, in such points, differently constituted. The most remarkable peculiarity of this kind is the reverence with which parents are regarded in Siam ]STo matter how unjust, capricious, cruel, and re- pulsive a parent may be, a child is bound to reverence his or her slightest wish as a sacred obligation. For Dhamaphat, therefore, even to question his father's actions was, he felt, a moral dereliction. He was lull of remorse and regret, and thought with despair of the fate that awaited him. He had gained a little wooden bridge, which, thrown across a canal, led him into a lonely field ; here lie motioned back the slaves who attempted to follow him, and strode rapidly out into the open country, where he no longer heard the sounds of revelry, feasting, and licen- 94 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. tious mirth. Rambling through the many tangled forest- paths, he gradually emerged into a low, wooded expanse. The air was full of delicious fragrance, and alive with strange noises. He saw in the distance the calm, majes- tic river, all aglow with its myriads of lights and lanterns, yet it failed to call forth a single reflection; he could picture nothing but the face of the strange girl, and that haunted him all the way. He pressed on, tired, feverish, with sad and troubled thoughts ; he reached the wall that skirts the city ; throwing some silver to the guards, who knew him well, he passed out of the gate, and out of the city of the " Invincible," to the visible archangel of nature. Here the solitude was startling ; no more streets, no more lights, no more houses. Even the quiet river seemed to hush on her white and shining bosom the soft light of the moon, as if it were the face of a beloved child, until she caught a reflection of its beauty, and was transfigured down a hundred feet deep, as far as light could penetrate, into a clear, translucent soul, in its first dreamless sleep. Moved by some secret purpose, he hurried on through a profusion of flowering plants and trees ; he passed un- noticed the slender betel and cocoanut palms, and the numerous species of huge convolvuli "that coiled around their stately stems, and ran e'en to the limit of the land," the long lance-leaves of the wild plantains, the rich foliage of the almonds, the gorgeous oleanders that broke through the green masses in every variety of tint, from the richest crimson to the lightest pink. Presently he dashed aside a huge night-blooming cereus, and stood before a long, low building, a partly ruined monastery, adjoining an ancient and dilapidated Buddhist temple. The monastery was a sort of long, low corridor or hall, lined on each side with chambers, each about ten feet deep, and lighted by a small aperture in the wall. THE GRANDSON OF SOMDETCII, AND HIS TUTOR. 95 It was a gloomy place, old and unhealthy. Poisonous plants, creepers, and Sowers reigned jubilant here, with ruin and desolation for companions. Wi. dismantled, worm-eaten, and ruined as the building appeared, it had been the school of young Dhamaphat for nearly ten years, and it was the home of a solitary old man, who had spent forty years of his lifetime forget- ful of friends, affections, food, sleep, and almost of exist- ence in his contemplations of the mystery of things beyond, and that still greater mystery called life ; his Mends and relations had endeavored by every artifice, the allurements of beauty and every other imaginable gratification, to divert him from the resolution he had adopted. Every attempt to dissuade him had been in vain. And now he had gained a fame as widespread as the most ambitious heart could desire. Among the peo- ple he was known under the title of P'hra Chow Sadu- man, the sainted priest of heaven. Prodigious stories were afloat about him. Born of noble parents, he had from his early youth practised an asceticism so rigorous and severe that it had prepared him, it was thought, for his supernatural mission. It was not only alleged, but believed, that at the sound of his inspired voice the dead arose and walked, the sick were healed ; that diseases vanished at the touch of his hand ; sinners were con- verted by his simple admonition; wild beasts and ser- pents were obedient to his word ; and that in his momenta of ecstasy he floated in the air before the eyes of his dis- ciples, passed through stone walls and barred gates, and, in fact, could do whatsoever he willed. The crumbling old door of the cell was partly open; no light was visible ; and, as Dhamaphat stood there hesi- tating whether he would enter, alow, faint, tremulous sound came out of the darkness within, and floated upward on the silence of night Like the voice of some celestial chorister. 96 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. It was the Buddhist's evening hymn, or chant, and the familiar words — " Nam a Buddsa phakava thouraha, Sama Boodhsa thatsa Phutthang Purisa thamma sarathi Sangkhang saranang ga clia mi," etc., freely translated, " thou, who art thyself the light, Boundless in knowledge, beautiful as. day, Irradiate my heart, my life, my night, Nor let me ever from thy presence stray ! " — touched his better nature and melted his heart. He stooped forward, and listened to it lovingly as it rose higher and higher, growing more and more exultant till it caught his trembling spirit, and bore it away beyond the confines of this world face to face with a Divine Ineffa- ble Presence full of harmony and beauty. His anger and his grief were forgotten. So Dhamaphat turned his face to the sky. One moment he stood erect in an absolute halo of light, the next he was combatting darkly with the blind shadows of love and hate, cause and effect, merit and demerit, the end- less evolutions of the " wheel " of an irresistible law into which all things are cast. He felt something cold pass over his hand ; he started, and became aware that the good priest had finished his devotions. He tapped gently, and was told to enter, which he did hesitatingly. In the middle of the cell sat the priest, who seemed, even in his old age, full of the vigor of manhood ; his legs were crossed, his arms folded, and his eyes cast down ; he did not even raise them at the entrance of the young man ; he was in that semi-stupor commonly called con- templation. In one corner a narrow plank, quite bare, and a wooden pillow served for his bed ; beside it an old fan, a pot for water, an earthen vessel for rice, some rude old THE GRANDSON OF SOMDETCII, AND HIS TUTOR. 97 instruments and books ; beyond these the cell was bare, damp, cold, slimy, and unhealthy. It was without any light, save where the moonlight fell in ghastly lights and Bhadowa through the slits in the wall. • My father/ 1 said the young man, as he reverently prostrated himself before the priest, who half opened his dull eyes, and said : " S'amana phinong " (peace, brother). " Alas ! " replied Dhamaphat ; " in this life there is no peace, no rest, no freedom from suffering ; the endless revolutions of the wheel only crush out life, to reproduce it again in another form." " ' Take the reins, and ride over it, then," said the priest, meditatively. " What says the Dharma padam ? * " Stop the chariot valiantly ; arrest the horses of desire. "When thou hast comprehended that which is made, thou wilt understand that which is not made, — the uncreate. Some do not know that we must all come to an end here ; but some do know it, and with them all conflicts cease. He who lives for pleasure only, his passions uncontrolled, immoderate in his enjoyments, idle and weak, him will the tempter overcome, as the wind overcomes a worm- eaten tree.' "If we could live a thousand years, it would be worth our while to struggle after the pleasures of this world. Death comes too soon. There are many beginnings, but no ending to life. Let us practise the four virtues, my brother; they alone are real, satisfactory, the true illuini- na.tors of the mind; without this inward illumination, what is life but darkness, storms, wild, unconscious tu- mult, the ceaseless tumbling <>i" the fierce tides of passion; and death, but exhaustion ? " "Alas ! " cried the youttg man, in a voice full of emo- tion ; " is life indeed such an empty void ? Is there no compensation anywhere ? " * Dharma padam, the " Path of Virtue." — Buddhist Bible. 5 O 98 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. The priest opened wide his half-closed eyes, looked full into Dhamaphat's face, and remarked : " Thou art strangely disturbed to-night, my brother. Is it not well with thee ? " Dhamaphat made no reply. There was sympathy, and a touch of tender feeling in the voice of the priest, as he bent close to his young pupil, and said : " What is thy suffering ? Speak freely to me, and I will aid thee to the utmost of my ability." Saying this, the priest arose, and passed his hand slowly over the clefts in the wall. 'Instantly the moon withdrew her light. At this moment the night-owl suddenly gave a harsh and prolonged cry. " That bird answers to thy thoughts," said the priest. Dhamaphat shuddered ; he believed that in the cry of the bird he heard an echo of his own wild desire to frus- trate his father's plans. Then in a few stirring words he told the priest of his love for the Eajpoot's daughter, of her present situation, and of his desire to help her and her father to escape. At the words, " Eajpoot's daughter," the old man started, and there passed over his face, unseen, an expression of regret mingled with desire, with winch a thirsty man sees afar off, out of his possible reach, a cup of cold water, for which he is dying, but which is not for him. Then, as suddenly, he sat down, and resumed his calm exterior. A full hour passed in complete silence ; the old man and the young man sat in the darkness, with their faces turned to one another, each on his side thinking over the same things, and feeling the same impulses. " This is very strange," said he, at length ' K " when I made my annual pilgrimage to P'hra Batt, last year, a lovely girl, Kama the Eajpoot's daughter, who called her- self Devo Smayatee, brought me food every morning, and THE GRANDSON OF SOMDETCH, AND HIS TUTOR. 99 washed my feet every evening. She was then hardly a woman, but she filled my heart with a fragrance which is all-abiding. But," added the priest, in an undertone, as it' for himself, " death carries off a man who is gathering flowers, as a flood sweeps away a sleeping village. He in whom the desire for the Ineffable (Nirwana) has sprung up, whose thoughts are not bewildered by love, he is the ' Ordhvamsrotas/ borne on the stream of immortality ; he will stand face to face with the Infinite." He spoke slowly and deliberately, repeating each word as if they conveyed some peculiar meaning to his mind and some subtle charm to his senses. "Nay, father," rejoined the young man, interrupting him, " you do not tell me how I can help her." The good old priest — for good he was in spite of the strong natural man within him — turned on Dhamaphat a look partly of sorrow and partly of affection. Then, drawing towards him one of his mysterious books, he placed it on his head ; with his hands spread out to heaven, he gradually moved his body to and fro, until his gyrations became rapid and grotesque, uttering strange prayers and incantations. After a short time he began to prophesy, and said, in fitful spasms : " Thy father's days are numbered ; the long night for him is at hand ; fear not, this mountain flower will blossom in spring-time on thy bosom." For more than an hour a cloud had darkened the sky ; the moment the priest had done prophesy inn, a ray of moonlight suddenly lighted up his pale face, and was re- flected from his smoothly shaven head like a luminous circle. After gazing upon it for some ten minutes, Dhamaphat began to tremble, and turned deadly pale ; feeling that he was in the presence of a supernatural being, he once more prostrated himself, and withdrew. Some secret influence 100 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. from the priest had for the moment benumbed into icy- coldness and even indifference his ardent love for Smayatee. It was almost dawn when he sought his couch for rest. A DREAM OF THE NIGHT. Meanwhile the prisoner Eama had had a plentiful re- past, and was sleeping heavily, with fatigue and despair for a pillow, on the damp floor of his cell. Towards morning a cold sweat broke out on his brow. He felt creeping over him an indefinable horror, a sort of nightmare, which he struggled in vain to shake off. He groaned, panted, and at length sat up with a tremen- dous effort. In a niche in the wall he fancied he saw a pale, blue, misty outline of a human figure, so indistinct that at first he could only distrust his own vision, but gradually it began to take form ; at length it was as clear and palpable as a shape of life. It was the face and figure of the priest P'hra Chow Saduman, whom he had met a year ago in the mountains of P'hra Batt. He was dressed in a loose robe of cloudy yellow ; his legs were crossed, his arms folded across his breast, his eyes cast down ; he seemed to be praying. The shadow of the shade in the background grew darker, and the form grew lurid, as if surrounded by fire. Eama stared, rubbed his eyes ; plainer did the figure of the priest appear, until it seemed to rise and swell and fill the whole cell. A dark, heavy mist settled on the prisoner's face, but the apparition grew brighter. He could bear it no longer ; shuddering with horror, he cried : " Speak, whoever thou art, and tell me thy commands ; they shall be obeyed." Suddenly he felt a violent shaking of the ground on which he was seated; each moment he expected to be THE GRANDSON OF SOMDETCH, AND HIS TUTOR. 101 hurled into an abyss below ; he clung to the earth, and cried again : " Speak ! For by the gods Davee and Dhupiyd I vow to fulfil thy behest, even if it be to offer thee a human sacrifice." He then perceived a soft cloud fdling the cell, and in the centre of the cloud were luminous characters, which he read thus : " Sell not thy daughter to the duke." The apparition vanished almost as soon as he had deci- phered the words. Raina fell back against the wall of Ins cell, and awoke. It was long before he could collect his scattered facul- ties, and what were left to him seemed steeped in illusion ; he could only wonder, and bow in mystified adoration before the niche in his cell 102 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. I CHAPTER XI. THE HEROISM OF A CHILD. T was morning. All were assembled once more in the great hall, eager for a termination of their work. Fresh troops of men to be enrolled and branded arrived every moment. Then came Nai Dhamaphat; the Kromathan, or overseer; and lastly the Grand Duke, followed by an army of slaves, attendants, scribes, and cup and punka bearers. As he looked about him he saw, with a gleam of satisfaction, the veiled figure seated at her post, guarded by Amazons. After a few minutes of conversation with the scribe who sat at his side, he ordered the prisoner Eama Singa- lee to be brought in. No one remembered when the old, white-headed stran- ger was ushered in. But every one heard the wild cry of joy that seemed to die away on the lips of the strange girl, as, throwing off her saree, she sprang across the hall, and clasped the old man about the neck. After the first paroxysm of joy was over, she realized that her father was a prisoner ; she looked still hopefully into his face, but, seeing no light there, laid her head upon the fetters that bound his feet, as if the iron had entered into her very soul. Dhamaphat started, as if struck, and gazed sadly at the girl and her father. Never scene so touching had been presented in that hall before. It arrested every eye, and filled every heart with sympathy ; and it was no wonder, — the girl was a creature such as that country had never before produced. THE HEROISM OF A CHILD. 103 Her beauty was of the purest Indo-European type, rich blown complexion, delicate almond-shaped eyes, finely arched eyebrows, nose almost Greek in the purity of its outlines. Her feet, which had never worn either sandals or ahoeSj were large and perfect in shape; her arms, slen- der as those of a very young girl, were set off to great advantage by the metallic and glass bangles she wore ; her rich black hair hung in long braids over a coarse blue bodice, which revealed a form of faultless proportions; on her breast, suspended by a yellow cord, was a flat silver ring, on which some mystic characters were inscribed. The wondrous beauty of the prostrate girl filled the father and the son first with pleasure, then with fascina- tion, afterwards with rapture; drawn on by irresistible steps, they both arrived, unknown to the other, at that stage of passion which blinds the sensibilities to every- thing else. But the desire of one was to possess, the other to res- cue. The old soldier did not attempt to raise his daughter, but, taking off Ms turban, buried his face in it. The duke was transported, stupefied ; he paused, hesi- tated, then, suddenly, without knowing what moved him, he said, in a gentle, tender voice : " Why, girl ? Raise up your head. See ! your father is now going to be set free." Siuavatee lifted up her head, and looked at the speaker with an expression of childlike gladness and trust that brought to the heart of the wretch before her the long- lost sense of shame, and he could not for the moment give utterance to the iniquity he was about to perpetrate against her; he beckoned to an attendant, however, a sort of treasurer, with a heavy box, who approached, crawling, and at Ins instructions counted upon the floor forty pieces of gold, — sixteen times the value of an ordinary slave- woman. 104 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. Kama still covered his face with his turban, so that none could have told what was passing within him. His daughter laid her hand upon his arm, saying : " 0, my father, the good duke gives us all this gold and promises us freedom ! take it, and thank him, that he may permit us to return home." The unhappy Rajpoot turned a look full of mournful tenderness upon his child. At the same moment the scribe, who had been industriously writing, laid a paper before him, and said, in rather an authoritative manner : " Tham Khai khat thecleo " (make the sale good, i. e., sign the paper). Even now it did not occur to the girl what the paper and the forty pieces of gold meant. To her mind they brought visions of freedom, as her heart yearned for the hills and groves of her native land. She once more whispered to her father to "take the money, and thank the duke, that he may let us go back home." But the old man looked at her in silence, seemingly unable to utter a single word ; his breathing came quick and hard, and all at once he gasped out : " The gods for- bid me to sell my daughter to thee, my lord. Indra, Agni, and the Maruts, at whose roaring every dweller upon earth trembles, forbid me. 0, pardon thy servant, my lord, and let us depart hence in peace." The duke was doubly enraged, because of his last night's promise and the forty pieces of gold with which he had hoped to bribe him into an easy parting with his child. He turned to the bewildered Smayatee, and said : " Come hither, girl" But as she only looked at him, and made no attempt to go nearer, he added : " One thing is certain ; this old fool, thy father, is still drunk, and knows not his mind ; he sold you to me last night, and now he refuses, saying the gods forbid it." A Y K NOBLEMAN. THE HEROISM OF A CHILD. 105 Smayatee turned from the duke to her father, her look ghftTiging from incredulity to surprise, from surprise to anguish, while the duke continued: "Now it is you who must decide for him ; shall I hand him over to the royal judges to be tried and executed for the crime he is ac- cused of, or will you consent to be my slave for Life ? I will make you rich and happy, and I will give him this gold, and he shall return in safety to his home." He uttered these sentences in a loud, harsh voice, very different from that in which he had spoken to her a few minutes before. When he had finished, the crowd cheered the speech. The girl looked at them, and, not knowing why, began to cry. This exasperated the duke. He blew a small silver whistle; instantly a band of armed men entered the hall, and he gave orders that the prisoner should be conveyed to the supreme court to be tried for attacking the chief officer of the royal guard, with intent to murder him, while he was on duty. At this instant the girl seemed to take her resolution ; she crawled up to the savage duke's feet, laid her head down upon them and kissed them, saying : " I consent to be thy- slave, my lord. 0, give not my father up to the king's officers." The duke countermanded his orders. "Yes," said she, her face suddenly transfigured, beam- ing with the twofold radiance of beauty and nobility of soul, "strike off his chains, and let him go free, dear, good lord." There were no longer any arms being pricked with lancet-shaped needles. There w r ere no longer any scribes enrolling the people's names. There were only fixed eyes, listening ears, and beatings of sympathetic hearts. The crowd was dimly conscious of the sublimity of the 5* 106 ROMANCE OF THE HAKEM. act ; they were thrilled, awed, as much by her beauty as by the simplicity of her heroic self-sacrifice. But Dhamaphat, who felt more deeply than the rest, noted how suddenly she had overcome her horror, how readily she had sacrificed herself for her father, and thought he saw in her face the effulgence of a heavenly light. The order was given, and the Eajpoot was free. One final embrace, one look of triumph and despair from the girl, and she was led away by some female attendants. Eama disappeared in the crowd, regardless of the gold, and the paper which his daughter had signed. The work of branding and enrolling went on again, and the red light of the noonday sun shone upon the walls of the palace as if no young heart had been broken within its halls that day. Dhamaphat left his work and went away, cursing the old priest, his tutor, and himself, in the impotency of his rage and sorrow. INTBB10B OF DIKE CHOW PHAYA MAHMBEffS HAREM. 107 CHAPTER XII. THE INTERIOR OF THE DUKE CHOW P'HAYA MAND- tree's HAREM. E VERY harem is a little world in itself, composed en- ^J tirely of women, — some who rule, others who obey, and those who serve. Here disinterestedness vanishes out of sight. Each one is for herself They are nearly all young women, but they have the appearance of being dightly blighted Nobody is too much in earnest, or too much alive°, or too happy. The general atmosphere is that of depression. They are bound to have no thought for the world they have quitted, however pleasant it may have been; to ignore all ties and affections; to have no care but for one individual alone, and that the master. But if you became acquainted with some of these very women under favorable conditions, — very rare, however, — you might gather glimpses of recollections of the outer world, of°earlier life and strong affections, of hearts scarred and disfigured and broken, of suppressed sighs and unuttered sobs, that would dispose you to melancholy reflections and sad forebodings, and, if you were by nature tender, to shedding of tears. Their dress and manners often betray all sorts of peculiarities, and yet all is har- monious outwardly. They are unconscious of the terrible defacement they have undergone. Yet it sometimes hap- pens that this same little world has its greatness, and al- ways when a woman becomes a mother her life changes ; she passes from the ignoble to the noble ; then she be- comes pure, worthy, honorable. The wall that surrounded the duke's palaces and 108 ROMANCE OF THE HAEEM. temples enclosed also about five hundred houses, with gardens and artificial lakes and fountains and aviaries. Most of the houses were built of solid masonry, with here and there a theatre of carved wood ; the streets were nar- row, and the covered bazaars in no way remarkable except for the shops of female jewellers, gold and silversmiths. All the palaces and temples faced the river. The oldest Hindoo temple stood here, beside a Buddhist temple and monastery, from which the priests who officiated in the duke's household were supplied. The most remarkable edifice, however, was the duke's tower, or summer-house, of four lofty stories, opening all round into arches, made entirely of carved wood, and richly gilt. It commanded a magnificent view of the river, and overlooked more than one half of the city of Bangkok. When you mount the highest chamber, you open your eyes upon a scene too solemnly and mysteriously beautiful to be adequately de- scribed. You seem to be midway in the air, looking down upon a city of temples and palaces, gardens, lakes, minarets, pagodas and p'hra-chai-dees ; thousands of boats glide noiselessly over the silver floor that winds on for- ever. The great height hushes out even the joyous voices that are hushed nowhere else. In the gloom at the upper end of the river many a boatman, perched on the prow of his boat, seems like the Angel of Death guiding some help- less passenger to the silent shore. And overhead the sky looks like some blue door, such as must lead straight into heaven. In every ducal or royal harem there are a great many buildings designed and built for the express purpose of training and educating the women, and every girl has to go through certain forms and observances before she is admitted among the favored ones. The female teachers, physicians, and judges, who are placed over them, generally receive a careful professional INTERIOR OF DUKE CHOW P'HAYA MANDTREE'S HAREM. 109 education, — the best the country can supply. Mere chil- dren are often taken into these places and trained to be actresses, dancers, musicians, and singers. Every department has a superintendent, who is general- ly a lady of high rank, and is responsible to the duke only. The mode of teaching in the schools is peculiar; no books are used by the pupils, who are placed in rows, with female officers in attendance to administer the rattan in all cases of inattention. The teacher either reads or sings the first line of a poem, or plays the first bar of an air ; the head pupil repeats it after her, and so on to the last girl in the class ; then all together, until they have learned it by heart. Dancing and gymnastics are taught in the same way. Often a hundred different airs and poems are committed to memory by very young girls, who are thus converted into walking libraries. Smayatee was led into the adytum of the duke's pal- ace, conducted to a small chamber, and left there ; while her guards betook themselves to their dinner. Very soon, the rumor of her great beauty having spread, nearly all the lovely girls in the harem rushed in to get a glimpse of her ; but finding her closely veiled, and that no persuasion could prevail with her to uncover her face, they gradually departed, one young woman only remain- ing behi ml, sitting apart in silent sympathy. After a while two female physicians came in, talking in low tones one to the other. They then proceeded to question the girl, and to all of their questions she re- turned modest replies ; after they were satisfied they bade her unrobe, which she did with some little hesitancy. When she laid aside her veil, her eyes met those of her silent visitor; an indescribable something beamed from every feature of the stranger, and they became friends. 110 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. The physicians then examined the girl, just as if she were an animal ; having finished their inventory of her perfections and imperfections, they dropped a few- pleasant words, and departed. Smayatee had no sooner dressed herself and taken her place close to her new friend, and they had in the brief moment exchanged names, when another batch of women appeared, and told her to follow them. She rose, and went out, holding her new friend's hand. After passing through a dark and silent street, they brought her to a marble building, with baths and fountains all round it. Here she was again told to undress, and take her place on a marble couch. With her eyes she pleadingly besought her friend to stay, who did so, seated, leaning against a pillar. The bathers then anointed Smayatee's person with a fragrant preparation ; when she was completely besmeared they suspended their labors, in order to let the stuff dry on the poor girl, who knew no more what was going to be done to her than if she had been a little kitten ; and as she sat there, her skin glowing and her heart palpitat- ing, she heard herself discussed by the bathers, whose language she only partially understood. But she heard enough to realize the life in store for herself. After half an hour they seized her again, rubbed off briskly the dried paste, and showered buckets of hot and cold water upon her. Another set of women now took charge of the poor girl, and dressed her in beautiful silk robes, like those worn by the Loatian women of high rank. Her 'hair was combed, perfumed, and ornamented with flowers, finally she was conducted to a pretty little house, luxu- riously fitted up, and left in the charge of a number of female slaves. Smayatee now wore a new veil of Indian gauze, but she would rather have kept the old one. She cowered down in a corner, and laid her tired head in the lap of her new INTERIOR OF DUKE CHOW P'HAYA MANDTREE'S HAREM. Ill friend, who began patting and soothing her, without utter- in-- a single word. Most girls, as soon as they have overcome the horror which such a life must naturally inspire in the young and enthusiastic, begin to calculate on their chances of promotion to the highest place in the harem. As for Smayatee, no thought but of escape* presented itself to her mind; her nature w T as too wild and untamed to be flattered by the luxuries that now surrounded her ; she looked upon them only as so many fetters. All kinds of wild plans for running away took violent possession of her brain ; but the soothing influence of the bath, com- bined with the exhaustion of the day, overcame her, and she was soon sound asleep. 112 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. CHAPTEK XIII. A NIGHT OF MYSTERIES. MAI CHANDKA, Smayatee's new friend, redoubled her tenderness and sisterly love for the poor, for- lorn girl when she found that she was asleep. As mid- night approached, she gently placed her head on a cushion, and then went home to her supper, deeply in love with the beautiful stranger. The Duke Chow P'haya Mandtree's pavilion was thronged, as usual, with courtiers and nobles. All manner of attractions and diversions were there. The duke him- self, partly intoxicated, sat amidst them, boasting of the rare purchase he had made that day : " She is so beautiful," said he to one of his boon companions, "that she in- spires me as this glass of English brandy does." And he filled and refilled the jewelled goblet out of which he drank. This man, in his whole person, was a type of many who may be seen any day in Siam, — a human being sunk in the lowest depths of sensualism and savage barbarity. From his hair, which was a dull gray, his wrinkled brow, his livid lips and watery eyes, there breathed forth an atmos- phere which would have repelled even the mother who bore him. At one time it was his intention to have Smayatee brought into the pavilion, that his friends might judge of her beauty ; but, with his faculties already greatly enfeebled by the immoderate use of English brandy, he forgot his purpose. At length the distant sounds of trumpets, conch-shells, A NIGHT OF MYSTERIES. 113 and the ringing of multitudinous pagoda-bells proclaimed the last hour of day, — i. e. midnight. The nobles, cour- tiers, and friends retired and some elderly female atten- dants appeared ; to them the duke gave orders to have the new slave-girl conducted to the upper story of his sum- mer tower. The day had been hot and sultry ; no clouds were to be seen, except low on the eastern horizon, where they stretched in lengthened ridges of gold and purple, like the border between earth and sky. As the women departed on their mission, a dark, heavy mass of clouds rose in the black outline of the distant hills. A sudden gust of wind, in fits and starts and snatches, came sweeping up the river, and tossed its waters wildly against the banks ; then flashed incessant lightnings, and the winds rang and roared as though they heralded with joy the coming thunder-storm. Suddenly the moon was blurred with clouds, and the tempest raged outright. In the midst of the storm the poor terrified girl was roused from her slumbers, led to the lofty cham- ber, and left alone, while the attendants retired to one of the little alcoves to be in waiting. Rama — who had that day made a circuit of the walls, and had promenaded every nook and corner in the vain hope of finding some means of getting, unseen, into the duke's palace, had hired a boat, and was sailing wildly up and down the river in front of it, laying desperate plans of finding his daughter and carrying her off at any risk and peril — was at the same moment, by one mighty sweep of the water, dashed on the banks that bounded on one side the gardens and temples of the pal- ace. He staggered to his feet, and raised his head to the dreadful sky. A sudden flash of lightning revealed the gilded top of the lofty summer tower and the tapering summits of the Buddhist and Hindoo temples. 114 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. With a dreadful purpose burning in his heart, he walked straight on to the latter building, which was dim- ly lighted, and stood open as if inviting him to take shelter under its sacred roof. He entered. Happy mem- ories, every sweet emotion he had known, came crowding upon him, as he once more recognized, in the partial dark- ness, the faint outlines of the images of his long-forgotten gods, Davee and Indra and Dhupiya. There is compensation in all things. He had lost his child, and found his gods. Joy and sorrow are bound up in' every event of life, — even as opposite poles are in- separable in the magnet. The pity is that the night of trouble is at times so dark that the interwoven gold with which Providence relieves the woof of calamity remains undiscovered. Thus it was with Rama ; there was joy and* sorrow in his heart as he bowed before the gods of his fathers, but there was hatred and revenge there too, mingled with dark and bloody thoughts. " Life is now a useless gift, an insupportable burden," groaned Rama. In how many lives there lurks a hidden romance or a hidden terror. No one was near to mark the secret workings of this terrible man's nature. He re- called his home on the hills of Orissa, the yearly sacri- fice that his fathers had been wont to offer up on Davee's altar, and he suddenly resolved that he would himself be the sacrifice to his long-forgotten and neglected gods. Only one person could have saved him from his rash purpose, and she was sitting up there alone, midway be- tween earth and heaven. He slowly drew out from his cumberbund a glittering knife, and his expression became exultant as he felt its sharp edge. Not all the gods, not all the love-lit eyes, not all the hills of Orissa, can move him from his purpose now. He A NIGHT OF MYSTERIES. 115 laid the knife upon the altar, and cried aloud to the in- Batiable Earth Goddess. " O Davee, thou hast been unworshipped for years ; multitudes crowd thy sister temples, but thine they pass unnoticed by. Behold my child now in the grasp of the spoiler. Defend, preserve her, that her honor may shine bright among men, and I will pour out to thee the life of my heart. Drink of my blood, and be revenged on the defiler of my house and my race." Then, snatching up the knife, he waved it thrice over his head, and thrust it into his side. Leaning forward, he tried to picture his child's face, but could not for the light that love threw around her, and the mist that death wrapped round him ; he drew nearer to his childhood's God, and, drawing out the knife, fell down at its feet, turn- ing up his face to it, reverently, lovingly; and there was joy — joy of conscious strength, of victory — ming- ling with the life-blood of the heart that was fast flowing away forever. It is two o'clock. The night is changed. The storms and clouds and darkness are all dispersed. The blue sky has thrown aside her veils, and the moon rides serenely in limitless range, undimmed by a single fleck of cloud. The very air breathes sweetness and perfume and peace. But of all the mysteries of the night there is one yet to be solved. Smayatee still sits on one of the sills of the arches in the topmost chamber of the summer tower, nearest to where the women have retired out of sight. She hears them whispering. She hears, too, some one slowly mount- ing the stairs ; the footsteps are heavy, and sound like those of an aged man. She looks around to see if there is any way by which she may escape. The tower has but a single spiral stairway. She remains still and mo- tionless. In a few minutes the sound of the footsteps 116 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. comes nearer ; through the archway opposite, the totter- ing figure of a dark, heavy man enters and approaches her. In the dim light she looks up at him with a terror- stricken, pleading face, daring neither to breathe nor speak ; she shrinks away to the other side, where the women are in waiting. The duke, rather admiring her coyness, laughs a drunken laugh, and attempts to follow her. In crossing the threshold he stumbles. In trying to recover his footing he is thrown back. His head strikes violently against a massive gold spittoon. A wild cry, and Smayatee rushes from her hiding- place, springs across the prostrate figure, down the flights of stairs, and through the labyrinths of flowering shrubs and plants, to hide herself beside a low tank of water. The attendants and slaves who were lying around heard wild cries for help proceeding from the summer tower, and hurried to the spot with lamps and lanterns. All the piazzas, streets, gardens, and avenues are alive with anxious faces and inquiring looks. The duchess's fears are aroused. She too summons her maidens with their lanterns, and sets out for the tower. Suddenly she stops. A few steps from her she sees an object dressed in bright colors, crouching in a pool of rain-water by the tank. She stooped to scrutinize the figure, and found it was that of a young and strange girl. She bent over her again, and said, gently, " Why art thou hiding here, my child ? " " I am afraid of him, dear lady," replied the girl, point- ing to the lofty chamber. " Afraid ! art thou, indeed ? " said she, a little coldly, remembering the news of the day ; " didst thou not sell thyself to the duke in spite of thy fathers wishes ? " " yes, I did, dear lady," replied Smayatee ; " but — " and she began to cry bitterly, and could not say another word for her tears and sobs. A NIGHT OF MYSTERIES. 117 The tnie woman triumphed in the " wife," for she put out her arms, and raised the forlorn stranger to her bosom, and comforted her with such words as women who have great and loving hearts only can. Then, confiding her to the tender care of her own women, she went on her way to find out the meaning of those dreadful cries. Xai Dhaniaphat, who had been watching in sadness and despair the marvellous expression of Nature's tears and smiles, was the first to mount the spiral staircase, to find his father in the last agonies of death. He takes him up gently, with the assistance of the women, and places him on his luxurious couch. The duke is dead. Everything is forgotten. He sees the pale face of the duchess, his mother, that silent woman, and, catching a glimpse of the bitter sorrow of that patient soul, who was so worthy of his father's love in her right of youth and beauty, — the foremost to love him, the last and only woman of all those whom he had wronged to mourn him, — he bows his head and weeps. The son and the mother are drawn closer than ever. They two had suffered in silence apart. Now they sorrowed together. 118 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. CHAPTER XIV. "WEEPING MAY ENDURE FOR A NIGHT, BUT JOY COMETH IN THE MORNING." AYEAE has passed since the occurrence of the fear- ful events here related. . The river in front of the palace is thronged with a numerous procession of gayly gilded boats and barges. It is the morning after the cremation of the Duke Chow Phaya Mandtree. The king, with sixty or more nobles and princes of the land, all armed and in regal attire, presides in the grand hall of the late duke's palace. The duchess and her two sons, and a fair sprinkling of Siamese ladies and children, are here assembled. A vast number of serfs, soldiers, pages, and women are in wait- ing. Around the deep embrasure formed by the windows in the massive wall, there ran a low seat, the space thus occupied being raised as a kind of dais above the general level of the floor. Here were seated on either side of the wall the principal officers, male and female, of the duke's household, headed by the priests of Brahma and of Bud- dha, who were to play a part in the important drama of the day. The hall is hung with tapestry of the most original design, for the birds and beasts and flowers which are pictured there had surely never prototypes, unless in some lost geological formation, though patterns very like them seemed to be unanimously adopted as models by all the fair embroideresses of Siam. "WEEPING MAY ENDURE FOR A NIGHT." 119 In the middle of the dais were two ducal chairs of state. On one was seated a young girl, very closely veiled, on the other the young duke, now Chow Fhaya Dhania- phat ; over them is spread a canopy of white muslin, dec- orated with the sweetest white flowers. The -ill, beneath her white veil, thinks it all perfection, and her eyes light up, and her cheeks burn, and her heart heals in perplexing fashion; and Dhaniaphat believes that he alone holds the key to the temple of Elysium. It is one of those rare occasions when the whole as- sembly is rapt in the regions of fancy. The old priest, Fhra Chow Saduman is there too, and he often raises his eyes in admiration, and his heart in prophecy of a propitious marriage. At length he begins the grand, old, harmonious nuptial chant, and all the priests of Buddha and of Brahma join in sonorous concert, and through the canopy over the happy couple the typi- cal waters of consecration, in which had been previously infused certain leaves and shrubs emblematic of purity, sweetness, and usefulness, are gently showered. And now Smayatee's earnest friend, Mai Chandra, with her tender mother-in-law, the duchess, conduct her, all dripping, by a screened passage, to a chamber magnificent- ly appointed, where she is divested of her former apparel, and arrayed in robes becoming her now lofty station. Then Chow Fhaya Dhaniaphat is ushered in. At the moment of his entrance Smayatee rises to throw herself at his feet, according to the custom of the country; but he prevents her, embraces her in the European manner, and presents her, standing upright by his side, to his relatives, with which the ceremony for the day terminates. There is a general move towards the gateway by which Fhra Chow Saduman is to pass. All, even the king, press to the front and fall on their knees to ask his 120 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. blessing. He blesses them in a broken voice ; lie is strangely moved to-day. Yet another year, and in this same palace nowhere will you find a trace of either Dhamaphat, Smayatee, or the gentle duchess. A younger brother fills his place, and is lord over all, following closely in the footsteps of his late father. Far away, near the suburbs of Bijree Puree, i. e. the Diamond City, stands a lovely little cottage, where the ex-duke, his mother, and his sweet wife reside. He has freely resigned all the splendor and state of his position for the quiet and peace of a country life ; and nothing is wanting here. The grand old trees are dressed in tender green, and the bright sun touches with its golden-yellow light every nook and corner of the lovely scene around. The cottage within is furnished partly in the European and partly in the Oriental style. There are here no slaves, but hired servants, who have an air of freedom, loyalty, and comfort about them very delightful to witness. In an inner chamber is Smayatee, rocking a little boy to sleep in a rude Laotian crib, with a mystic Hindoo triform suspended over it, — she cannot make up her mind to put him into the European cradle which stands close by ; she fears some secret evil influence may lurk about its pretentious aspect, — and the boy, with his finger in his mouth, looks at his mother as if he felt she was divinely beautiful, and could not bring himself to shut his dreamy eyes for the light upon her face. Nai Dhamaphat has become a convert to the Eoman Catholic faith, but his pagan wife cannot be persuaded to forsake the gods who have brought her so much happi- ness, to whom her father sacrificed his brave life, and therefore she has raised an altar in her nursery to Davee and Dhupiya and Indra. Her father's ashes, too, SMAYATEE. "WEEPING MAY ENDURE FOR A NIGHT." 121 rest here In a golden pagoda; but with the true, loving, tender veneration of her womanly nature, she has exalted over them all, in a niche on either side of the altar, an image of the Christ, and another of the Virgin Mary with her infant Son in her arms. These, in their symmetry and beauty, are to her the most beautiful of the gods upon her altar. In those porcelain images of the Christ, and the Mother with her tiny Infant, she feels that there is something higher, purer, loftier, than in the forms of her own dear gods, and she bows in worship, and trembles at the height to which her thoughts of that Mother and her Son elevate her souL Her religion, you can see at a glance, is not a gloomy one like that of her ancestors. There is a smile all over the chamber, and happiness all over her sweet face. Lov- ing everything in her purity, worshipping everything in her humility, morning and evening she raises her eyes and her heart from those sombre old gods of hers to the tender ones of her husband; and this quiet pagan city has never before been lighted up with such a gleam of heaven upon earth as when her evening prayer bursts into song: — " To Thee are all my acts, my days, And all my love, and all my praise, My food, my gifts, my sacrifice, And all my helplessness and cries. Davee ! leave my spirit free, And thy pure soul bequeath to me Unshackle!. Lot me in thine essence share, Let me dwell in thee forever, And thou, Davee ! dwell in me." 122 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. CHAPTER XV. THE FAVORITE OF THE HAREM. THE morning on which his Majesty set out on his annual visit to Pitchaburee was one of those which occur in the climate of Siam at almost any season of the year, but are seen in their perfection only in October. The earth, air, and sky seemed to bask in a glory of sun- light and beauty, and everything that had life gave signs of perfect and tranquil enjoyment. Not a sound broke the stillness, and there seemed nothing to do but to sit and watch the long shadows sleeping on the distant hills, and on the warm golden fields of waving corn. Reluctantly quitting my window, I turned my steps toward the palace, leaving all this beauty behind me in a kind of despair ; not that my temple school-room was not in itself a delicious retreat, but that it always im- pressed me with a feeling I could never analyze ; when there, it seemed as if I were removed to some awful dis- tance from the world I had known, and were yet more remotely excluded from any participation in its real life. Taking out my book, I sat down to await the coming of such of my pupils as might not have accompanied the king on his visit. In the course of an hour, only one presented herself ; she was a young woman called Choy, a fair and very handsome girl of about twenty summers, or perhaps not so many, with regular features, — a very rare thing in a Siamese woman , but the great beauty of her face was in her large lustrous eyes, which were very eloquent, even in their seeming indifference. Her hair, which was so long THE FAVORITE OF THE HAREM. 123 that when unbound it covered her whole person, even to her feet, was tied in a large knot behind, and ornamented with the jessamine .and Indian myrtle. She had a care- less, and I might almost say even a wicked, expression in her face, which was slightly marked with the small- pox. Choy was the youngest sister of the head wife (or con- cubine) Tliieng, and had been my pupil for about six months. This morning she brought me a flower; it was a common wild-flower, that grew up everywhere in great profusion, making a lovely carpet, blossoming as it did in every hook and crevice of the stone pavements within the palace. It was just like her to snatch up the first thing that attracted her, and then to give it away the very next moment. But I received it with pleasure, and made a place for her at my side. She seemed to be out of humor, and, jerking herself impatiently into the seat, said abruptly : " Why don't you despise me, as all the rest of them do ? " Then, without waiting for an answer, she went on to say : " I cant be what you wish me to be ; I 'm not coming to school any more ! Here 's my book ! I don't want it, I hate English ! " " Why, Choy, what is the matter ? " I inquired. " I am tired of trying to do so much ; I am not going to learn English any more," she replied. " Don't say so, Choy," I said, kindly ; " you can't do everything at once ; you must learn by' degrees, and little by little, you know. No one grows good or clever at once." " But I won't leam any more, even to grow good and clever. There 's no use, no one will ever care for me or love me again. I wish they had let me die that time," she continued. " Bah ! I could kill that stupid old con- sul who saved my life. It were better to be quartered, and cast to the crows and vultures, than to live here. 124 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. Every one orders me about as if I were a slave, and treats me like a dog. I wish I could drown myself and die." "But, Choy, you are here now, and you must try to bear it more bravely than you do," I said, not fully understanding the passionate nature of the woman. " Mam," she said, suddenly, laying her hand upon my arm, " what would you do if you were in my place and like me?" " Like you, Choy ? I don't quite understand you ; you must explain yourself before I can answer you." " Listen, then," she said, passionately, " and I will tell you." " When I was hardly ten years old, — 0, it seems such a long, long time ago ! — my mother presented me, her favorite child, as a dancing-girl, to his Majesty. I was immediately handed over to that vicious old woman, Khoon Som Sak, who was at that time the chief teacher of the dramatic art in the palace. She is very clever, and knows all the ancient epic poems by heart, especially the Eamayana, which his Majesty delighted to see drama- tized. " Under her tuition we were subjected to the most rigorous training, mentally and physically ; we were compelled to leap and jump, to twist and contort our bodies, and bend our arms, fingers, and ankles in every direction, till we became so supple that we were almost like young canes of rattan, and could assume any posture the old hag pleased. Then we had to learn long passages from all sorts of poets by heart, with perfect correctness, for if we ever forgot even a single word, or did not put it in its right place, we were severely beaten. What with recitations, singing, dancing, playing, and beating time with our feet, we had a hard life of it ; and it was no play for our instructress either, for there were seventy of THE FAVORITE OF THE HAREM. 125 us girls to be initiated into all the mysteries of the Siam- ese drama "At length, with some half-dozen of my companions, T was pronounced perfect in the art, and was permitted to enter my Dame among the envied few who played and danced and acted before the king. " I vould not have you think that the tasks imposed upon me were always irksome, or that I have always felt so depressed and unworthy as I do now. The study of the poets, and above all of the Ramayana, opened to me a new world as it were ; and it was a great gain to have even this, with the half-smothered yearning for life in the outer world that it inspired. It helped me to live in a world of my own creation, a world of love, music, and song. Rama was my hero, and I imagined myself the fair and beautiful Sita, his wife. I particularly delighted to act that part of the poem describing Rama's expedition to Lanka* to rescue Sita from the tyrant liawana, and their delicious meeting in the garden, where Rama greets her with those beautiful lines, — ' 0, what joy ! abundant treasures I have won again to-day, 0, what joy ! Of Sita Yanee t Now the hard-won prize is mine. 0, what joy ! again thou livest, within this breast. So mighty, armed with love, and with the wealth of heaven beyond J Soon shall Sita, Indara's fairest daughter, Stand by my ride, as stands her matchless mother, Aspara, in heaven refulgent by the great Indara.' " My face is slightly pock-marked I know ; but when painted and dressed in the court jewels I looked remark- ably well as Sita, with my hair floating away over my shoulders and down to my feet, bound only by an ex- quisite crown of gold, such as Sita is supposed to have * The Sanskrit name of Ceylon. + Blessed. X Highest heaven. 126 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. worn. On the very first occasion of my performing be- fore the king I had to take part in this drama. As soon as we had got through the first scene, the king inquired my name and age. This set my heart beating in great wild throbs all through the rest of the play. But after this weeks passed by, and I heard nothing more from his Majesty. He had forgotten me. " I grew tired of reciting, and keeping time, and sing- ing my sweetest songs for no one's amusement but that of the old hag, who made me work like a slave for the benefit of the rest of her pupils. "I began to wish there would be some great fete outside of the palace, where all the court, nobles and princes, and the king, would assemble, and where I could act Sita and sing like Naraweke,* and dance like Tha- waclee.-f" " Then father and mother might see me too, and O, how pleased they would be ! I thought. You do not know how dull it is to be acting before women, and with women only, dressed in robes of kings and princesses. If it were only a real king, or a prince, or even a noble, it would not be quite so bad ; but all that mockery of love, bah ! it is too stupid. I was sick of my life. I wished mother had kept me at home, instead of Chand. I could then have done just what I had a mind to, and have been just as gay and idle as she was. " Well ! the day came at last. I was all but sixteen when that great and eventful day arrived. The fete was in honor of the king's grandson's hair-cutting. " Though I had performed several times at the court, his Majesty had taken no further notice of me, and I was sorely discontented with myself, piqued at the indiffer- ence of the king, and enraged against the old ladies, who seized every opportunity to snub me, and take down my * A famous singer. + The goddess of motion. THE FAVORITE OF THE HAREM. . 127 pride, declaring that a pock-marked face was not a fit offering for the king. "The longed-for day arrived at length. How elated I waa I I had to represent the character of the wondrously beautiful Queen Thewadee in one of those ancient dramas of Maha Nagkhon Watt, whose beauty is said to have entranced even the wild beasts of the forest, so that they forgot to seize upon their prey as her shadow passed near tin-in. My dress was of magnificent silk and gold, cov- ered with precious gems; my crown was an antique and lovely coronet, one that had graced the brows of the queens of Cambodia. It was richly studded with rubies and diamonds. The first day of my rehearsal in this costume, all my companions declared that I looked en- chantingly beautiful, that my fortune was made, and that, if I would only look and act thus, I could not fail to cap- tivate the king. The bare idea of being elevated above my hateful old teacher, and above some of the proud women who domineered over me, half intoxicated me. In this mood I began to realize my future as already at hand, and, growing impatient with my doubts and fears, I sought at nightfall a crafty old female astrologer named Khoon Hate Nah. She took me into a dark and dismal cell underground, and, putting her ear to my side, num- bered the pulsation of my heart for a whole hour ; she then bound my eyes, and bade me select one of the dark books that lay around me. This done, she expounded to me my whole future, out of her mysterious book of fate, in which all my romantic visions of greatness were as dearly predicted as if the old fiend himself had revealed to her my secret and innermost thoughts I was troubled only at one part of the old woman's revelations, which said, that, though I was destined to rise to the greatest honors in the realm, a certain malignant star which would greatly influence my destiny would be in ascen- 128 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. dency during the month of Duenjee,* and that if I neg- lected to pass the whole of that period in deep fasting, prayer, and meditation, I should sink at once from the highest pinnacle of my grandeur into the lowest and most terrible abyss. " I resolved that I would fast and pray for that entire month every year of my life. How I wish now that I had never consulted the old hag, because my confidence in her predictions made me proud and defiant to the old duennas, who are now my bitterest enemies ! " Alas ! dear father and mother. It were better to have cast your daughter Choy into the Meinam than to have given her to amuse a king. " On the day of the fete, I awoke at five o'clock in the morning, and began anointing my person with the per- fumes and unguents provided for us at the king's expense. I then spent the rest of the forenoon in making my hair glossy and lustrous, which I did by rubbing it with the oil of the cloksarathe.-f* How I gloried and exulted to see it floating away in long shining masses, waving over mv shoulders and covering my feet ! The afternoon came, and with it the old hags bearing my dress and the costly jewels I was to appear in. They opened the box and laid them before me. I had never seen anything so beautiful. The boxes absolutely sparkled like the stars of heaven in one blaze of light and beauty. " When I saw these jewels I was seized with a fit of temporary madness. I could not help skipping and dan- cing in a sort of frenzy about my chamber, saying all sorts of absurd things and foretelling my future triumphs. My slave- women looked on amazed at the wildness of my spirits ; and as for the old women who had the care of robing me for the evening, they were wrathful and silent. * December. t Flower of excellence. A liOV.M. ACTRESS. THE FAVORITE OF THE HAREM. 129 " We were all ready at last. A small gilt chariot of a tower-like form, made of ivory and decorated with gar- Limb and crowns of flowers, drawn by a pair of milk- white ponies, and attended by Amazons dressed superbly in green and gold, conveyed me, as the Queen Thewadee, to the grand hall where we were to perform. My com- panions, similarly attended, followed me on foot. His Majesty, the princes, and princesses, surrounded by all the courtiers, were already there. The king and royal family were seated on a raised dais under a tapering n canopy. " The moment the king saw me approach, my ponies ntlv forward by Amazons, he rose and, before the whole court of lords and nobles and princes assembled, inquired my name of one of the duennas. This recalled ince more to his memory, for he said aloud, ' Ah ! we remember, she is the one who dances so beautifully.' 0, what a moment of triumph that was for me! I felt as if my heart in its wild, ecstatic throbs would burst through its gorgeous fetters of silk and gold. I rose up in my chariot and bowxd low before him three times. ' But, how now ! ' he exclaimed angrily, looking around ; 'where are the nobles who are to lead the ponies? Let those Amazons fall back to the right and left.' In an instant there emerged from the crowd two most dis- tinguished-looking noblemen, dressed in flowing white j, threaded with gold and sparkling with gems; they took their places beside the ponies on either side of my chariot. One was P'haya * Iiatani, the other was a stranger to me. " They did homage to me, as if I were a real queen, and stationed themselves at my ponies' heads. " At this moment I was saluted with a burst of music and the curtain fell. P'haya Katani bent his head close * Duke. 130 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. to mine and whispered, ' How beautiful thou art ! ' I turned a frowning look upon him for his presumption, and replied, ' Have a care, my lord, a word from me may- be too much for thee ' ; but he immediately assumed so humble and penitent an expression that I forgave him. I was both nattered and piqued, however, at the other nobleman's conduct ; for though he looked admiringly at me, he said not a word. I would have given my eyes if it had been he who said I was beautiful ; for there was a majesty of youth, strength, and manly beauty about him that made a blinding radiance around my chariot, and excited an oblivious rapture in my heart. I panted, I was athirst, for one word of recognition from him. At length I became so vexed at his silence that I asked him what he was looking at. He replied more cautiously than his companion, ' Lady, I thought that I beheld an angel of light, but thy voice recalls me to the earth again.' " I was so enraptured at this speech, that I could hardly contain myself. A flood of delight swept over me, my breast heaved, my eyes glowed, my lips parted, my color came and went through the maize-colored cream that covered my face and concealed my only deformity. " When the curtain rose, I, with this new life rushing through my veins, looked triumphantly at the troop of my companions who did me homage. This new existence made me so joyous that I must have been beautiful. Thus inspired I acted my part so wondrously well that a deep murmur of applause ran throughout the hall. His Majesty's eyes were riveted upon me in startled astonish- ment and evident admiration. I acted my part with a keen sense of its reality, and gave utterance to the burn- ing passion of my heart. As if I were really a queen, I commanded my courtiers to drive away the suitors who wooed me, declaring that anything beneath royalty would stain my queenly dignity and beauty. THE FAVOBHE OF THE UAKl'.M. 131 " But when the banished prince, my lover, appear* d, T rose hastily from my gilded and ivory chariot, and with my hair floating round my form like a deep lustrous veil, through which the pins on my robe shone out like glorious stars of a dark night, I laid myself, like the lotus-stem uprooted, prostrate at his feet. I pronounced his name in the most tender accents. I improvised Mil more passionate than those contained in the drama : — 1 Instantly I know my lord, as the heat ln-trays the fire, When through the obscuring earth unclouded Shining <>ut thou didst appear Worthy oi all joy ; my soul is wrung with rapture, Ami it quivers in thy presence, as the lotus petals before a mighty wind.' '• The courtiers raised me up from the floor, and led me back to tin.- chariot. The prince, who was no other than ' Murakote,' took his, or more properly her, place beside me, and the curtain fell. The play was over. With nothing but the memory of a look, I returned to my now still more dismal rooms. I disrobed myself of all my glittering ornaments with a sigh, bound up my long, shining hair, and sat down to enjoy the only happiness left me, — my proud, swelling thoughts. I was just losing myself in soft, delicious reveries, which illumi- nated as with a celestial light the whole world within me, when 1 observed a couple of old duennas, who came fawning upon me, caressing and praising me, while telling me that his Majesty had ordered that I should be in at- tendance in hi- Bupper-chamber that evening. " I listened in mute pain, The power of the new pas- sion that now filled my heart Beemed to defy all authority, and the very thing for which I had so long worked and longed had become valueless ami as nothing to me. But I dared not excuse myself, so I silently followed my con- ductresses, and for the first time in my life ascended to his Majesty's private supper-chamber. 132 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. " How changed I was ! that which had been my sole ambition ever since I was ten years old came down upon me with a gush of woe that I could hardly have believed myself capable of feeling. " I sat down to await the coming of the king ; but I could have plucked out the heart that had rushed so madly on, casting its young life away at the feet of a man whose name even I did not know, whose face I had not seen till that day, but the tones of whose voice were still sounding through and through my quivering pulses. "Well, my forehead, if not my heart, I laid at his Majesty's feet. ' I am your slave, my lord/ said my voice, the sound of which startled my own ears, so hollow and deceptive did it seem. " ' Do you know how fascinating you were this even- ing ? ' said the king. ' Older by forty years than my father,' thought I, as, dissembling still, I replied, ' Your slave does not know.' ' But you were, and I am sure you deserve to be a queen,' he added, trying to play the gal- lant. ' My lord is too gracious to his slave/ I murmured. « ' Why, Thieng ! ' he said, speaking to my eldest sister ; 1 why have you hidden this beauty away from me so long ? Let her not be called Choy * any longer, but Chorm.' f I would weary you if I tried to tell you how he praised and flattered me, and how before a week was over I was the proudest woman in the palace. " I became a stranger to my dismal rooms in the street, to my slave- women as well as to my companions. I lived entirely in Ms Majesty's apartments, and it was only when he was asleep or in the council hall that I rushed down to plunge into the lotus-lake or to ramble in the rose-garden. But I never stopped to think. I would not give my heart a moment to reflect, not a moment to the past, not a moment to the future. I was intoxicated with * Surfeit. + Delight. THE FAVORITE OF THE HAREM. 133 the present. Every day gifts rare and costly were brought to in.- from the king; 1 affected to despise them, but he never relaxed his endeavors to suit my taste, to match my hair and my complexion. The late proud, insolent favorite, who used to order us girls about as if we were knelt before me, as half from ennui and half from coquetry 1 feigned illness and inability to rise from my master's couch I cannot tell you how well I acted my pari ; 1 was more daring than any favorite had yet been. " In the tumult and excess of the passion I felt for a stranger, I was able to make the king believe that he was himself its object ; and lie was SO flattered at my seeming admiration and devotion, that he called me by the tender name 'Look" (child), and indulged me in all my whims and fancies. But at length I grew T tired of so much acting, and the intensity of my manner began to flag. I complained of illness in order to escape to my own room, where I flung myself down upon my leather pillow, and drove my teeth through and through it in the after-agony that my falseness bn aight upon me. I was worn with woe, more than wasted 1 > v want of food. My sister observed my paleness, and said, half in earnest and half in jest : ' Don't take it so mucli to heart, child ; we have all had our day; it is yours now, but it can't last forever. Remember, there are other daneing-girls growing up. and some <>i* them are handsomer than you are.' " ' What do you mean ? ' I retorted, fiercely ; ' do you suppose I am sorrowing because of my grandfather? Bah! take him, if you want him.' 'Hush, child,' she replied, l and don't forget that yon are in a lion's den.' "'Lion or tiger,' I said, laughing bitterly, 'I mean to play with his fangs, even if they tear my heart, until I am rich as you at Least' 'Do you, indeed ?' she rejoined. ' Be quick, then, and give him a p'hra ong.' * "With that * Sacred infant. 134 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. she left me to my own wild, bitter, maddening, condemn- ing self. "Months of triumph, rage, agony, and despair wore away, and my day was not over I was acknowledged by all to be the wilful favorite ' Chorm.' In the mean time I had one ray of comfort. I found out the name of the man I loved, from a new slave- woman who had just entered into my service. It was P'haya P'hi Chitt. That very day I took a needleful of golden thread and worked the name into a scrap of silk which I made into an amu- let and wore round my neck. This greatly solaced me for a little while, after which I began to crave something more. " The new slave-woman who had entered my service, just because I was the favorite, seemed so kind and at- tentive, and was such a comfort to me, whenever I rushed to my rooms for a respite, that I determined to employ her in obtaining information of the outside world for me. ' Just to beguile me of my weary hours,' I said. She seconded the idea with great alacrity. ' To whose house shall I go first ? ' she inquired. ' 0, anywhere/ I replied, carelessly ; then, as if suddenly remembering myself, I said, ' Boon, go to P'haya P'hi Chitt, and find out how the groom of the Queen Thewadee lives in his harem.' " "When she returned, which was close upon nightfall, I w T as impatient to hear all she had to tell me ; but after she had told me all, I became more impatient and restless still. Her face lighted up as she expatiated on the manly beauty of P'haya P'hi Chitt, and her voice trembled slightly — she did it on purpose, I thought — as she went on to say that ever since the day he had met the lovely Thewadee he had become so changed, and had grown so melancholy, that all his dearest friends and relatives began to fear some secret distemper, or that some evil spirit had entered into him. This was ample food for me for months. It comforted me to think that he shared my misery. Till-: FAVORITE OF THE IIAKK.M. 13l) "Tlun I drooped and languished once more, and began to long for some more tangible token of his love for me. I grew bolder and bolder, and the tender-hearted slave- woman sympathized with my passion for him. At last I sent her out with a message to him. It contained but two words, Kit-tilling,* and he returned but two more, l'ak-mak.-f- • All this while I still visited the king, and was often alone with him; he continued to indulge me, giving me rings, betel-boxes, and diamond pins for my hair Every petition I made to him was granted. Every woman in the palace stood in awe of me, not knowing how 1 might use my power, and I was proud and wilful. My father was created a duke of the second rank in the king- dom, my brothers were appointed governors over lucrative districts. 1 had iK »thing left to wish for but a child. If I had had a child, I might have been saved. A child only could have subdued my growing passion, and given to my life a fairer blossom and a richer fruit than it now bears. At last, I don't know what put it into my head, but I a to solace myself by writing to P'haya Fhi Chitt every day, and destroying the letters as soon as they were written. "My next step was to send one of these letters to him by Boon, He was very bold, and it makes my heart ache even now to think how brave and fearless he was. He wrote to me at once, and implored me in a depth of an- guish and in words as if on fire to disguise myself in Boon's clothes, to quit the palace, and go out to meet him, 1 burnt the letter as soon as I had learned it by heart My heart was set on lire; and I pondered over and over the proposition of my lover, until it became too fascinat- ing for me to resist much longer. M So I took Boon into greater confidence than ever, put * 1 remember. f I love much. 136 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. a bag heavy with silver into her hands, and, moreover, promised her her freedom if she would assist me to escape. 1 Keep the silver till I ask you for it, lady,' she replied, 'but trust me to help you. I will do it with all my heart.' " Her devotion and attachment surprised me. I It could not have been greater had she been my own sister. Poot- tho ! * could I have seen the end I would have stopped there. I saw nothing but the face that had kindled a blinding fire in my heart. " The faithful Boon served me but too well. It was all arranged that I should go out at the Patoo-din*|- the next evening at sunset, with my hair cut off, and disguised as Boon. P'haya Phi Chitt was to be there with a boat ready to convey us to Ayudia, and Boon was to remain behind until the whole thing should have blown over. This last was her own proposition. I tried in vain to urge her to accompany us in our flight. She said it would be safer for us both to have a friend in the palace, who could give us information of whatever took place. " In the agitation in which I wrote these last instruc- tions to my lover, I made so many blunders that I had to write the letter all over again. Boon implored me to put no name to it, for we still feared some discovery. I gave it, sealed with my ring, to Boon, who carried it off in great delight ; and I laid myself down upon my couch to dream of an overflowing happiness. In the blessedness of the great love that absorbed every feeling of my heart, I loved even the king, whom I had most injured and deceived, with the loving devotion of a child. " In the midst of my ecstatic dreams I fell asleep, and dreamed a dream, 0, so different ! As plainly as one sees in broad daylight, 1 saw myself bound in chains, and P'haya P'hi Chitt flung down a dreadful precipice. * Pitiful Buddha. + Gate of earth. THE FAVORITE OF THE HAREM. 137 "My chamber door was thrown rudely open, I was 1 by cold hands, harsh voices bade me rise, and I opened my eyes upon that woman who is called by us Mai Taio.* There was Boon, tied hand and foot, lying before my door. It was all over with us. 'If I could only stvr hini,' was my only thought. "They were patting chains on my hands, and jostling me about; for so benumbed and prostrated was I at the Bight of Boon that I could not rise. I did not dare to ask her a single question for fear of implicating ourselves all the more, when my sister Thieng rushed into my room screaming, Hung herself upon my bed, and clasped me around the neck. • • Bush! sister,' I said. 'Make these women wait a little, and tell me how they came to find it out/ " ' Choy, Choy ! ' she kept repeating, wringing her hands and moaning piteously. " ' Sister Thieng, do you hear me ? I don't care what they do to me. I only want to know how much you know, how much he knows.' " ' A copy of a letter you wrote to some nobleman was picked up about an hour ago, and taken to the chief judge. She has laid it before the king.' " Then, if that is all, he does not know the name/ I said with a sigh of deep relief. "'Ah | but he'll find it out, sister/ said Thieng. 'Throw yourself upon Ins mercy and confess all, for he still loves you, Choy 11 ■■ would hardly believe yen had written the letter/ "lias Boon said anything V I next inquired "'No. Qi .1, Bhe is as silent as death,' said my sister. 'But where did yon get her? Who is she? She was taken on her return, because you had mentioned your slave Boon in your letter. Now I must leave you * Mother of death, or female executioner. 138 KOMANCE OF THE HAREM. and go back to the king/ said my sister. Then, weeping and abusing poor Boon, she went away. " Boon and I were chained and dragged to the same cell you visited the other day. " As soon as we were left alone, I asked Boon if she had confessed anything. ' JSTo, my lady,' she replied with great energy, ' nothing in this world will make me confess aught against P'haya Phi Chitt.' At the instant it flashed upon me that this woman, whoever she was, also loved him, and I looked at her in a new light. She was young still, and well formed, with small hands and feet, that told of gentle nurture. " ' Boon, cha,' * said I, in great distress, ' who are you ? Pray, tell me, it is of no use to conceal anything from me now. Why are you so happy to suffer with me ? Any one else would have left me to die alone.' " ' my lady ! ' she began, folding her hands together as well as she could with the chains on them, and drag- ging herself close to me, ' forgive me, 0, forgive me ! I am P'haya Phi Chitt's wife.' " I was silent in amazement. At length I said, ' Go on and tell me the rest, Boon.' " ' 0, forgive me ! ' she replied, humbly. ' I cried bitterly the night he returned from the grand fete because he told me how beautiful you were, how passionately he loved you, and that he should never be happy again until he obtained you for his wife. He refused to eat, to drink, or to sleep, and I vowed to him by my love that you should be his. But I found you were the favorite, and that it would be a more difficult task than I had at first thought ; so rather than break my promise to my husband, nay, lady, rather than meet his cold, estranged look, I sold my- self to you as your slave. Every ray or gleam of sunshine, every beautiful thought that fell from your lips, I treas- * Dear. THE FAVORITE OF THE HAREM. 139 ored u l> m m Y heart and bore them daily to him, that I might but console my noble husband. You know the rest. If I deceived you, it was to serve both you and him, while my heart wept to think that I was no longer beloved Gifted with unnumbered virtues is my husband, lady : and my heart, like his shadow, still follows him evi rywhere, and will follow him forever.' • 1 was so sorry for Boon, I had not the heart to re- proach her. 1 crept closer to her, and, laying my head ,.n her bosom, we mingled our tears and prayers together. And I marvelled at the greatness of the woman before me. "Next morning — for morning comes even to such wretches as my companion and me — we were dragged to the hall of justiee. The king did not preside as we had expected. But cruel judges, male and female, headed by his Lordship P'haya Prorne P'hatt and her Ladyship Khoon Tliow App. Not knowing what charge to make, they read the copy of my letter over and over again, Imping to guess the name of the gentleman to whom it was sent. Failing to do this, they subjected Boon to a series of cross-questionings, but succeeded only in elicit- ing the one uniform reply, ' What can a poor slave know, my lords ? ' Hi feet were then bastinadoed till the soles were raw and bleeding. She still said, 'My lords, be pitiful What can a poor slave know?' "After a little while, Khoon Tlmw App brggvd I'"" 11 to confess all and sav<- herself from further suffering. i i remained persistently silent, and the Lash was ap- plied to her ban- back till it was ribbed in long gashes, but Bhe confessed nut a word. At last the torture was applied to her thumbs until the cold sweat stood in great drops on her contorted and agonized brow; but no wold, no cry for mercy, no sound of confession, escaped her lips. It was terrible to witness the power of endurance 140 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. that sustained this woman. The judges and executioners, both male and female, exhausted their ingenuity in the vain attempt to make her betray the name of the man to whom she had carried the letter ; and finally, when the lengthening shadows proclaimed the close of day, they departed, leaving me with poor Boon bleeding and almost senseless, to be carried back by the attending Amazons to our cell. " I tried to comfort poor Boon. She hardly needed comfort ; her joy that she had not betrayed her husband was even greater than her sufferings. " Another day dawned upon us. Boon was borne in a litter, and I crept trembling by her side, to the same hall of justice. Boon was subjected once more to the lash, the bastinado, and the thumb-screws, till she fell all but lifeless on the ground. It was all in vain ; that woman possessed the heart of a lion; if they had torn her to pieces, she would not by the faintest sound have betrayed the only man she had loved in her sad life. " The physicians were sent for to restore her to life again. She was not permitted the luxury of death. Then, when this was over, they bound up her wounds with old rags, gave her something to revive her, and laid her on a cool matting. My turn came, and her eyes fixed themselves upon me with an intensity that fairly made me shiver. They seemed to cry aloud to my in- most soul, saying as plainly as lips could speak, ' What is suffering, pain, or death, compared to truth ? Be true to yourself. Be true to your love. If you love another, you love not yourself. Flinch not. Bear bravely all they can inflict.' I shuddered as the judges began to question me, but I shuddered more whenever I met Boon's eyes, so fixed, so steadfast, so earnest, so appeal- ing. I prevaricated. I told the judges lies. ' That letter was written as a joke to frighten my youngest sister. THE FAVORITE OF THE HAREM. 141 I was only playing. I know no man in the world but inv Gather and brothers and my gracious master the king.' "My Bister was summoned If I could have spoken with her, she might have helped me in my strait; but the women who were sent to bring her questioned her before she knew what they were about, and she plainly exposed my lies to the judges. • A messenger was despatched to the king. The judges feared to proceed to extreme measures with me, who had lately been the plaything of their sovereign. After half an hour's delay the instructions were received, and I was ordered to bare my back. A feeling of shame pre- vented me. I would not obey. I resisted with what strength I had. 'You may lash me with a million thongs/ I said to them, 'but you shall not expose my person.' My silk vest was torn off, my scarf was Hung aside, my slippers were taken from my feet. My arms were stretched and tied to a post, and thus I was lashed. Every stroke that descended on my back maddened me into an obdurate silence. Boon's eyes searched into my soul. I understood their meaning. My flesh was laid open in fine thin stripes, but I do not remember flinching. My feet were then bastinadoed, and I still preserved, °I know not how, my secret. Then there was a respite, and they gave me something to drink. " In fifteen minutes I was once more exhorted to con- fesa Tin- judges, finding me still unsubdued, ordered the thumb-screws to be administered Not all the agoni.s, not all the horrors I have ever heard of, can compare with the pain of that torture. It was beyond human endurance. '0 Boon, forgive me, forgive me!' I cried; 'it is impossible to bear it.' With Boon's eyes burning into my soul, 1 gasped out the beloved name. Boon threw up her arms, gave a wild shriek of terror, and became insensible. 142 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. " I was released from further punishment. Two of the pha-koons * were despatched for P'haya P'hi Chitt. He was betrayed to the king's officers for a heavy reward, and before noon was undergoing the same process of the law. When Boon was once more brought to life, she saw her husband in the hands of the executioners. She started upright, and, supporting herself on her rigid arms and hands, cried out to the judges and to Koon Thow App : ' my lords ! my lady ! listen to me. 0, believe me ! It was all my doing. I am P'haya P'hi Chitt's wife. It was I who deceived the Lady Choy. It was I who put it into his head. Did I not ? You can bear testimony to my guilt ! ' An ineffable smile beamed on her pale lips and in her dim eyes as they turned towards her husband. " There was profound silence among the judges. P'haya P'hi Chitt, I, and even the rabble crowd of slaves, listened to her with astonished countenances. There was an incontestable grandeur about the woman. Khoon Thow App, that stern and inflexible woman, had tears in her eyes, and her voice trembled as she asked, ' What was thy motive, Boon ? ' There was no reply from Boon. There was no need to torture P'haya P'hi Chitt. He was chained and conveyed to the criminals' prison, and we were carried back to our cell. " The report of our trial and the confessions elicited were sent to the king. That very night, at midnight, the sentence of death was pronounced by the Secret Council upon us three ; but the most dreadful part of all was the nature of the sentence. Boon and I were to be quartered ; P'haya P'hi Chitt hewn to pieces; and our bodies not burned, but cast to the dogs and vultures at Watt Sail Kate.f * Sheriffs. + The rite of burning the body after death is held in great veneration by the Buddhists, as they believe that by this process its material parts THE FAVORITE OF THE IIAKKM. 143 ■ My sister Thieng implored the king in vain to spare my life My poor mother and father were prostrated with grief. As for Boon, she never uttered a single word, except, in answer to my inquiries if she were suffering much, she said very gently, 'Chan cha lah pi thort * (Let me Bay farewell, dear). Her pallor had become ex- treme, but her cheeks still burned; all the beauty of her spirit trembled on her closed eyelids. She appeared as one almost divine. " On Sunday morning at four o'clock the faithful and matchless Boon was taken from our cell to undergo the sentence pronounced upon her and her husband. The day appointed for my execution, which was to be private, ar- rived, and I had no wish to Live, now that P'haya P'hi Chitt and Boon were gone; but the women who attended me said that no preparations were as yet made for it. I wondered why I was permitted to live so long. " After two weeks of cruel waiting to join my beloved Boon, I was removed to another cell, where my sister visited me, with the good Princess Somawati, her daugh- ter, at whose earnest request, as I was told, the British Consul * had pleaded so effectually with the king that my life had been granted to his petition. " Alas ! it was Boon who deserved to live, and not I. I am not grateful for a life that is little better than a curse to me. God sees that I speak the truth. Woe still hovers over me. It is the doom of guilt committed in some former lifetime. I am an outcast here, and in this world 1 have no part, while everyday only lengthens out my life of sorrow." are restored to the higher elements Whereas Imrial, or the abandon- ment of the body to dogs and vulture, inspires a peculiar horror ; since, according to their belief, the body must then return to the earth and pass through countless forms of the lower orders of creation, before it can again be fitted for the occupation of a human * Choy's life was spared at the intercession of Sir Robert J. H. Schorn- bergk, her Britannic Majesty's Consul at Bangkok. 144 ROMANCE OF THE HAEEM. Here the poor girl broke off, laid her head on the table, and wept, as I never saw a human being weep, great tears of agony and remorse. As soon as Choy left me, I hurried home and wrote down her narrative word for word, as nearly as I could ; but I encountered then, as always, the almost insuperable difficulty of finding a fit clothing for the fervid Eastern imagery in our colder and more precise English. We became better friends. I maintained a constant oversight of her, and persuaded her gradually out of her griefs. She learned in time to take pleasure in her English studies, and found comfort in the love of our Father in heaven. Without repining at her lot, hard as it was, or boasting of her knowledge, but with a loving, humble heart, she read and blessed the language that brought her nearer to a compassionate Saviour. RUNGEAH, THE CAMBODIAN PROSELYTE MAV-rEAlI, THE LAOTIAN SLAVE-GIRL. 145 CHAPTER XVI. MAY-PEAII, THE LAOTIAN SLAVE-GIRL. ON the evening of the 10th of August, 1866, I found myself suddenly and unexpectedly, and almost with- out being aware of it, involved in a conflict with the king, who thenceforth regarded me with distrust and suspicion, because 1 declined to affix my own signature to a certain letter which he had required me to write for him. I began heartily to wish myself out of Siam, though still deeply interested and absorbed in my work of edu- cating the prince, — the present King of Siam, — for I felt that, with regard to foreigners, there existed no law r s and customs to restrain and limit the capricious temper and extravagant demands of the king, and I had every- thing, too, to fear from the jealousy with which certain royal courtiers and judges watched my previously growing influence at court. The heat of the day had been intense, the atmosphere was sultry and oppressive, and every now and then a low, rumbling sound of distant thunder reached my ears, while the parched trees and leaves drooped and hung their heads as if impatient of waiting for the prom- ised rain. Nervous, and undecided what to do, I returned home, where I remained prostrated with a sense of ap- proaching danger. From time to time I had had similar conflicts with the king, which very greatly disturbed my already too much impaired health. All manner of fears which the mind so prodigally produces on such occasions came crowding upon me that evening, and I felt, as I had never before, weighed down by the peculiar sadness and isolation of my life in Siam. 7 j 146 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. In this frame of mind I sat and pondered over and over again the only course remaining open to me, — to with- draw from the court, — when I was suddenly recalled to what was passing around me by what I at first imagined must be an apparition or some delusion of my own mind. I started up from the spot where for hours I had been seated like a statue, and, looking more attentively, per- ceived a pair of bright black eyes watching me with the fixedness of a basilisk, through the leaves of some flower- ing shrubs that grew over my window. My first impulse was to scream for help ; but I was soon ashamed of my fears, and, summoning all my courage, I demanded, " Who is there ? " " It is only me, your ladyship," said a strange, low voice. " I have been waiting here a long while, but your servants would not let me in ; they say you have for- bidden them to let any Siamese person enter your house after sunset." " It is true," said I ; " I don't want to see any one this evening ; I am ill and tired. Now go away, and, if you have any business with me, come to me in the morn- ing." " P'hoodth tho ! " said the woman, speaking still in the same low tones ; "lam not a Siamese, and you do not know that I have rowed thirty miles against the tide to come and see you, or else you could not have the heart to send me away." " I don't want to know anything," I said a little im- patiently ; " you must go now, and you know it is not safe for you to be away from home at this late hour in the day." " lady ! do let me in ; I only want to say one word to you in private ; please do let me in," whispered the woman, more and more pleadingly. " Then say what you have to tell me at once, and from MAY-I'KAH, THE LAOTIAN SLAVE-GIRL. 147 where you arc" T replied ; "there is no one here to over- hear you ; for I cannot let you in." • Alas! n said the voice, plaintively, as if speaking to herself, " I would not have come all this long distance but that I heard she was a good and brave woman, — Borne people indeed said she was not so, — still, I thought I would try her, and now she says she cannot let me in, a poor fugitive and desolate slave-girl like me ! dear ! O dear:" ■ Bat I am afraid I cannot help you, whatever your trouble may be," I said more gently, touched by the woman's despairing tones. "The king is offended with me, and the judges know it, and I have no more influence with them now." As I said tins, the girl sprang through the window and came forward, and exhibited not only her bright eyes but her full figure and somewhat singular dress, for she was, as she had stated, not a Siamese, but a Laotian. She held her head erect, though her hands were clasped in the attitude of wild supplication. The symmetry of her form was enhanced by a broad English strap or belt which was buckled round her waist, and which had the effect of showing off her beautiful figure to the best advantage. She was unusually tall, and altogether a most pleasing- looking young woman. The moment she stood before me she commenced talk- ing with a volubility and an amount of action which it would be almost impossible to describe. Her face became so animated, and her tears and sobs flowed so sponta- neously, that I stood bewildered, for, in truth, I had rarely seen so interesting and so natural a woman in Siam. She watched my countenance during the whole time she was speaking, with the quickness of the native char- acter, and I began at length to suspect that she prolonged 148 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. her statements for the sole purpose of forming an idea of her success, so that she might vary her line of action according as circumstances revealed themselves; and even while I had a glimmering perception of this, and also that perhaps she was only acting, my interest in her increased so rapidly that she became convinced in her own mind, I think, of having gained my entire sympathy. " Ah ! I knew you had a kind heart," said the woman, as she came forward with the graceful salutation of her country, and laid a thick Oriental letter, enveloped in vel- vet and fastened with silken cords and sealed with Eng- lish sealing-wax, at my feet. She then dropped on her knees, and knelt before me in an attitude of mute supplication. I was never more embarrassed in my life, with that mysterious letter, enveloped in crimson velvet, and written on the outside in characters I had never before seen, lying at my feet, and this woman kneeling there with such strange, wild energy in her manner, such vehement pleading in her dark, passionate eyes, imploring my aid in a secret, daring scheme which I had neither the courage nor the ability to undertake, nor yet the stoutness of heart to refuse point-blank. I therefore told the woman, with as much gentleness as I could summon, that it was impossible for me to aid her, and almost as much as my life was worth to become the bearer of her letter to any prisoner in the palace. " It is not for my own personal safety I fear so much, but for my son's, whose young life depends on mine." As I was speaking, the woman's face grew still and cold, her features became rigid and fixed as stone, large, dewy drops of perspiration broke out on her forehead, and there fell upon her face such an expression of blankness and utter desolation that I thought she was absolutely dying from the pain of her disappointment. MAY-rEAII, Tin: LAOTIAN slave-girl. 149 This produced such a revulsion of feeling in me that I start. .I from my seat in terror, and, taking her chilled, moist hands in mine, said, anxiously : " Does what I have said distress you so much ? Why won't you speak ? If tlk'iv is any way by which I can help or comfort you, tell me. Please beU me, and I '11 try to do my best for you." The effect of this promise was immediate, but it was some time before the woman could recover her voice ; then, Laying her hand upon my arm, she spoke hurriedly, but in tin 1 same soft, low tones and fervent manner. "You have not asked me my name and who I am," she said. " But I '11 tell you ; I am sure you will not be- tray me, and it may be this is the last opportunity I shall have <>!' serving my dear foster-sister." As she uttered these words the hope and courage which had evidently been revived by the sympathy she saw in my face now seemed to forsake her; tears and sobs burst from her afresh, and she crouched at my feet as if utterly overwhelmed with her grief. At last, by a strong effort, she turned to me, and said : " My name is May-Peah ; my home is in the city of Zienmai, i. e. Chiengmai ; my father, Manetho, is one of the most trusted councillors and friends, though a slave, of the Prince P'hra Chow Soorwang. My mother was a household slave in the family of the prince when my father obtained her for his wife, and I was only a month old when she was asked to be the wet-nurse and mother of the little infant daughter of the prince, whose will- had died in child- birth; and thus it was that I became the life-long com- panion and friend and foster-sister of the young Princess Snnartha Vismlta Bnt alas : dear lady, she is now, and has been ever since the death of her husband, the second king, a prisoner in the palace of the supreme king, and neither does her brother nor any one else know whether she is alive or dead. 150 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. " This letter has nothing in it that will bring you into any trouble. It is only one of greeting from her brother, my master, the Prince O'Dong Karmatha. 0, dear lady, don't say no ! the gods will bless and reward you, if, sooner or later, you will put it into her hands ; but it must be done with the greatest caution and secrecy, and it may be the means of saving her life. 0, think of that, of saving her life ! for, if alive, she must be dying of grief and pain to think that we have never yet replied to a letter she sent us almost a year ago." " And where is the prince, your master ? " " He is on a visit to the governor of Pak-lat." Saying tins, she almost instantaneously sprang out of the window, and fled towards the river, as if conscious of having delayed too long her return home ; as she did so, I noticed that she wore in the folds of her skirt a small Laotian dagger attached to her English belt. The storm which had been gathering in strength for hours now burst forth, and for full three hours the thunder and lightning and rain were the only things that could be seen or heard ; and I sat in the same spot, lost in anxious fears for the safety of that solitary woman bat- tling with the tremendous currents of the Mother of Waters. It was an awful night. Sick at heart, and full of natural and unnatural fears, I locked up the letter at last in my drawer, and tried to forget in sleep the disturbing events of the day. THE PRINCESS SUNAKTIIA VISMITA 151 CHAPTEE XVII. AN ACCIDENTAL DISCOVERY OF THE WHEREABOUTS OF THE PRINCESS SUNARTHA VISMITA * FOR some time afterwards the mysterious letter re- mained locked up in my drawer, as nobody whom I knew seemed to be aware even of the existence of such a person as the Princess Sunartha Vismita, much less of her imprisonment in the palace, and I was afraid to open my lips on the subject before a stranger, lest I should in- advertently say something that might still more imperil her health and safety. The king was once more reconciled to me, and had token me into greater confidence than ever. Just at this time he was laid up with an illness which confined him to his topmost chamber, where I was summoned every day to write notes, or translate, with the help of the na- tive female secretary, English documents into Siamese. On one occasion, as I was at work in a room adjoining the royal bedchamber over a mass of perplexing manu- scripts in the king's own handwriting, to be arranged for publication in the "Bangkok Recorder," the chief of the Amazons brought in the intelligence that the prisoner, Princess Sunartha Vismita, was very ill; and, his Majesty being in the best possible humor, haying just finished the above-mentioned manuscript, which completely refuted, as he fondly believed, Dr. Bradley's theory of Original De- pravity, gave orders that the princess should take an airing in the palace gardens, and be removed to another * See u The English Governess at the Siamese Court," p. 233. 152 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. cell, and that the chief lady physician should attend her without delay. The Amazon made haste to cany out her instructions, and I quietly left my desk to follow her. I shall not attempt to enter into a particular descrip- tion of the prison in the interior of this strange city. Indeed, it would be impossible to describe with any de- gree of accuracy so irregular and rambling an edifice. The principal features consisted of a great hall and two courts or enclosures, one behind the other, in which the prisoners were permitted to walk at stated times. Three vaulted dungeons occupied three sides of the enclosures ; immediately below these were the cells already described in my former book.* The upper cells were used more or less for the recep- tion of women convicted of petty crimes, such as gam- bling, stealing, immodest language, etc. Besides these, there were other dungeons under the floor in various parts of the prison, some of them quite dark, and closed by huge trap-doors, designed for those whom it might be expedient to treat with peculiar severity. The prison was approached by two long corridors, opening into the courts ; here were several small secret apartments, or cells, in which prisoners condemned to death, either by the Supreme Court or by the still more supreme will of the king, passed the last days of their existence. It was in one of these that the princess was confined. The opening of the prison doors attracted, as usual, a crowd of idle slave women and girls, who hailed the slightest event that broke the monotony of their lives with demonstrations of the liveliest joy ; and as I stood there a guard of Amazons appeared, marching in file, and in the centre was the Laotian princess, followed by two of her countrywomen. She did not seem to notice the * See " The English Governess at the Siamese Court," p. 107. THE riUNCESS SUNAETIIA VISMITA. 153 general sensation which her appearance created, nor the eager curiosity with which she was regarded, but walked on wearing the depressed and wearied look of one who Bought to medicate on her sorrows in silence and privacy. II features were remarkably stern, however, and she moved along with a firm and steady step. I followed with the crowd, who kept at a respectful distance. When the procession arrived at one of the nearest gardens, Laid out in the Chinese style, the princess, with a proud intimation that she could go no farther, took her seat on the edge of an artificial rock beside a small pond of water in which gold and silver fish sported merrily to- gether. She hung down her head, as if the fresh air had no power to remove the smallest portion of her sorrows and sufferings. A deep murmur of compassion now rose, not only from the idle crowd of women and girls, who gazed awe- stricken into her face, but from the " Amazonian Guard," those well-disciplined automatons of the royal palace of Siam. I could see that she just raised her dark, sad eyes to us, and then cast them down again ; and that their expres- sion, as well as that of her whole attitude, was one of mute and touching appeal against this most ungenerous usage. After the lapse of an hour the procession resumed its course, and the

sympathize with and help her suffering Bisters, whatever their short- comings might have been, or whatever the means she was obliged to resort to in order to render them the smallest assistance. She reconciled all her little plots, intrigues, and decep- tions to herself by saying : " Surely it is better for him 156 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. not to know everything; he knows too much already, what with his Siamese and his English and his Pali and his Sanscrit. I wonder he can ever get to sleep at all with so many different tongues in his head." It was after school that I accompanied one of my most promising pupils, the Princess Somawati, one of Thieng's daughters, to her mother's house. Being the head of the royal cuisine, Thieng had two houses. One was her home, where her children were born and brought up, — a quaint, stately edifice with stuccoed fronts, situated in the ladies' or fashionable part of the inner city, and in the midst of a pleasant garden. In the other, adjoining the royal kitchen, she spent the greater part of each day in select- ing, overlooking, and sometimes preparing with her own fair hands many of the costly dainties that were destined to grace the royal table. Thieng received me with her usual bright, pleasant smile and hearty embrace ; to give me the latter, she put down her youngest baby, a boy about two years old, to whom I had, during my repeated visits to her house, taught a number of little English rhymes and sentences, and who always accosted me with, " Mam, mam, how do do ? " or " Mam, make a bow, make a bow " ; while he bobbed his own little head, and blinked his bright eyes at me, to the infinite delight of his mother and her hand- maids. Little " Chai " settled himself in my lap, as usual, and the host of women, like children eager to be amused, gathered around to listen to our baby-talk ; and great was the general uproar when Chai would mimic me in singing scraps of baby-songs, or thrust an orange into my mouth, or put on my hat and cloak to promenade the chamber, and say " How do do ? " like a veritable Englishman ; then his fond mother, in ecstasies of joy, would snatch him to her arms and cover him with kisses, and the LADY THIENG, THE HEAD WIFE. 157 delighted spectators would whisper that that boy was as olever as hie Gather, and must surely come to the throne some day or other. In the midst of these fascinating employments one of the Lady-physicians was announced. Thieng retired at once with her into an inner chamber, carrying her beloved Chai in her arms, and beckoning me to folio* her. Here she consigned ( Ihai to me for further instruction in English, and laid herself down to be sham- pooed. I felt that now was my opportunity; but I waited a little in order to make sure whether the doctor was to be trusted The ladies were silent for a little while ; no word was spoken, with the exception of a sigh that now and then escaped from poor Thieng, partly to indicate the responsi- bilities of her position, and partly to show that the par- ticular number which was being manipulated was the one most affected. Whatever might have been the question between the ladies, the doctor waited for Thieng to give the word, and Thieng evidently waited for the termination of my visit. But seeing that I made no attempt to go, she at length turned to the doctor, and said : " My pen arai, phot thoe, yai klua " (Never mind, speak out, don't be afraid), all of which I understood as perfectly as I did English. The doctor ceased her manipulations, and, after having cast a cautions -lance round the room and shaken 1 head sorrowfully, remarked : "I don't think shell live many weeks Longer." Thieng Bat bolt upright, and, clasping her hands to- gether, said, " I'll Ith thu "' * "It is impossible," added the doctor, very earnestly. * An ejaculation in frequent use among the Buddhists, and which means, "dear Buddha," or "dear God." 158 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. " It were better to put her to death at once than to kill her by inches, as they are now doing." " P'hra Buddh the Chow, * help us ! " cried Thieng, still more agitated. " What shall I do ? What can I do to save her ? " "Something must be done, and at once," replied the doctor, suggestively. " Well," said Thieng, " why don't you draw up a paper and give it to Mai Ying Thaphan?" (the chief of the Amazons.) " And now mind that you say she cannot live a day longer unless she is removed from that close cell and allowed to take an airing every day." " Poor child ! poor child ! " repeated Thieng, tenderly, to herself. " With such a noble heart to perish in such a way ! I wish I could find some means to help her to live a little longer, till things begin to look more bright." " He has forgotten all about her by this time," rejoined the doctor. The physician then took her leave of Thieng, and I inquired if they had been speaking of the Princess Sunartha Vismita. The good lady started and looked at me as if she supposed me to be supernaturally endowed with the art of unravelling mysteries. " Why ! how do you know the name," said she, " when we never even mentioned it ? " I then told her of the visit I had had from May-Peah, and begged of her to help me to deliver the letter to the dying princess as soon as possible. " We are all prisoners here, dear friend," said Thieng, " and we have to be very careful what we do ; but if you promise never to say a word on this subject to any one, and in case of discovery to bear all the blame, whatever that may be, yourself, I '11 help you." I gave her the required promise gladly, and thanked her warmly at the same time. * One of the names of the Buddha. LADY THEING, THE HEAD WIFE. 159 " You must not think me weak and selfish, dear mam," said she, after a little reflection. "You are a foreigner, he has not the same power over you, and you can go away win never you like ; but we who are his subjects must stay here and suffer his will and pleasure, whatever hap- pens." With that she told me to come to her after sunset, and 1 bade her a grateful adieu and returned home. 160 BOMANCE OF THE HAEEM. CHAPTEE XIX. THE PRINCESS SUNARTHA VISMITA AN hour after dark I again sought the good and ten- der-hearted Thieng, who not only hurried me off, telling me in a voice of great exultation that the physi- cian's report had in a great measure ameliorated the rigorous confinement to which the royal prisoner had hitherto been subjected, but bravely sent two of her women to tell the Amazons to show me the apartment to which the sick princess had been removed. The small apartment into which I was ushered was dimly lighted by a wick burning in an earthen vessel. The only window was thrown wide open. Immediately beneath it, on a pair of wooden trucks which supported a narrow plank, covered with a flowered mat and satin pil- low, lay the wasted form of the Princess Sunartha Vis- mita. Her dress was that of a Laotian lady of high rank. It consisted of a scarlet silk skirt falling in firm folds to her feet, a black, flowered silk vest, and a long veil or scarf of Indian gauze thrown across her shoulders ; some rings of great value and beauty and a heavy gold chain were her only ornaments. Her hair was combed smoothly back, bound in a massive knot behind, and con- fined by a perfect tiara of diamond-headed pins. She was not beautiful ; but when you looked at her you never thought of her features, for the defiant and heroic pride that flashed from her large, dark, melancholy eyes fixed your attention. It was a face never to be forgotten. At her feet were two other truckle-beds; on these were THE PRINCESS SUNARTIIA VISMITA. 1G1 stated the two young Laotian women who shared her oapth iuv, and who looked very wan and sad. Advancing unannounced close to this mournful group, I Bat down near them, while the dark, depressing influence of the place stole upon my spirits and filled me with the sanif dismal gloom. The princess, who had been gazing at the little bit of sky, of which she could only get a glimpse through the iron ban of the open window, turned upon me the same quiet, self-absorbed look, manifesting neither surprise nor displeasure at seeing me enter her apartment It was a look that spoke of utter hopelessness of ever being extricated from thai forlorn place, and a quiet con- viction that she was very ill, perhaps dying, yet without a trace of fear or anxiety. Til.* air was heavy and difficult to breathe, and for a moment or two I was silent, confounded by the unex- pect. •« I 1 >ra very and fortitude evinced by the prisoner. But, quickly recovering my self-possession, I inquired about her health. " I am well," said the lady, with a proud and indifferent manner. " Pray, why have you come here ? " With a sense of infinite relief I told her that my visit a private one to herself. "Is that the truth?" she inquired, looking rather at her women lor some confirmation than at me for a reply. "It is indeed,"] answered, unhesitatingly j " I have come to you as one woman would come to another who is in trouble." " But how may that he?" she rejoined, haughtily. "You must know, madam, that all women are not alike; some are horn princesses, and some are born slaves." She pro- nounced these words very slowly , and in the court lan- guage of the Siamese. " Yes, we are not all alike, dear lady," I replied, gently ; 162 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. " I have not come here out of mere idle curiosity, but be- cause I could not refuse your foster-sister May-Peah's re- quest to do you a service." " What did you say ? " cried the lady, joyfully rising, and drawing me towards her, putting her arms ever so lovingly round my neck, and laying her burning cheek against mine. " Did you say May-Peah, May-Peah ? " Without another word, for I could not speak, I was so much moved, I drew out of my pocket the mysterious letter, and put it into her hands. I wish I could see again such a look of surprise and joy as that which illuminated her proud face. So rapid was the change from despair to gladness, that she seemed for the moment supremely beautiful. Her lips trembled, and tears filled her eyes, as with a nervous movement she tore open the velvet covering and leaned towards the earthen lamp to read her precious letter. I could not doubt that she had a tender heart, for there was a beautiful flush on her wan face, which was every now and then faintly perceptible in the nickering lamp- light. A smile half of triumph and half of sadness curved her fine lip as she finished the letter and turned to com- municate its contents to her eager companions in a lan- guage unknown to me. After this the three women talked together long and anxiously, the two attendants urging their mistress to do something to which apparently she would not consent, for at last she threw the letter away angrily, and covered her face with her hands, as if unable to resist their argu- ments. The elder of the women quietly took up the letter and read it several times aloud to her companion. She then opened a betel-box and drew out of it an inkhorn, a THE PRINCESS SUNARTHA VISMITA. 1G3 small reed, and long roll of yellow paper, on which she began a lengthy and labored epistle, now and then rub- bing out the words she had written with her finger, and commencing afresh with renewed vigor. When the letter was finished, I never in my life saw a more unsightly, blotted affair than it was, and T fell to wondering if any mortal on earth would have skill and ingenuity enough to decipher its meaning. But she folded it carefully, and put it into a lovely blue silk cover which she took from that self-same box, — which might have been Aladdin's wonderful lamp turned inside out, for aught I knew to the contrary, — and, stitching up the bag or cover, she sewed on the outside a bit of paper addressed in the same mys- terious and unknown letters, which bore a strong resem- blance to the Birmese characters turned upside down, and were altogether as weird and hieroglyphic as the ancient characters found in the Pahlavi and Deri manuscript. When all her labors were completed, she handed it to me with a hopeful smile on her face. Meanwhile the princess, who seemed to have been plunged in a very profound and serious meditation, turned and addressed me with an air of mystery and doubt : " Did May-Peah promise you any money ? " On being answered in the negative, " Do you want any money ? " she again inquired. " No, thank you," I replied. " Only tell me to whom I am to carry this letter, for I cannot read the address, and I '11 endeavor to serve you to the best of my ability." When I had done speaking she seemed surprised and pleased, for she again put her arms round about my neck, and embraced me twice or thrice in the most affectionate manner, entreating me to believe that she would always be my grateful friend, and that she would always bless me in her thoughts, and enjoining me to deliver, the letter into no other hands but those of May-Peah, or her 164 ROMANCE OF THE HAEEM. brother, the Prince O'Dong Karmatha, who was concealed for the present, as she said, in the house of the Governor of Pak Lat. I returned her warm embraces, and went home some- what happier ; but I seemed to hear throughout the rest of the night the creaking of the huge prison door which had turned so reluctantly on its rusty hinges. PAK LAUT, OK THE MOUTH OF THE OCEAN. 165 CHAPTEE XX. PAK LAUT, OR THE MOUTH OF THE OCEAN. PAK LAT, or, more properly, Pak Laut, is situated a few miles above Pak Nam, and is in itself a pic- turesque village containing from six to seven thousand inhabitants. The most important portion of the town faces a beautiful bend of the great river Meinam, and is rather irregularly built, and surrounded by a great many rude houses and shops, some of them quite old, and others quite new. A magnificent new Buddhist temple is seen gradually raising its head close by the side of an ancient one which has so far crumbled to decay that the bright sun pours down unchecked a flood of golden light on the tapering crown of a huge brass image of the Buddha, which sits with its hands folded in undisturbed and profound contemplation on its glittering altar. On the other side, as far as the eye can reach, stretch unlimited groves of bananas and extensive plantations of cocoanut and betel-nut palms. The mango, tamarind, banyan, and boh, or bogara, trees here are of wonderful size and beauty, ponderous and overshadowing, as if they had weathered a thousand summers and winters, and would live unimpaired through a thousand more ; and as you wander through the deep cool shade which they afford, you find that many of them must have served hundreds of years ago — before Buddh- ism was introduced into Siam, and at a period when both the " Tree " and " Serpent " worship prevailed here, as in other parts of the Old World — as altars to a gen- eration long gone by. 166 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. Many of their huge old trunks have been hollowed out and carved in the form of oriel chapels or windows, in the inmost recesses of which may still be traced the faint remains of what was intended to represent the cobra-de-capello, or hooded snake of India, now covered over with tender leaves and brilliant flowers, and forming at once the cosiest and most delicious of couches for the weary traveller to rest upon. Pak Laut, with all its ancient splendor and attractive- ness, had one drawback, and that was a very serious one. Among the village edifices was an open sala, or hall, which had long been the favorite place of rendezvous for all the rough and riotous seamen, English and Ameri- can, the crews of the merchant vessels trading to Bang- kok; and it was in consequence set down in the code of etiquette observed by the dozen or so of the 4lite of the English and American foreigners who resided at Bangkok " as a dreadfully improper place for a lady to visit alone." Thus it was quite out of the question that I should go there without an escort, and not be tabooed by those good people as one utterly outside of the pale of their society. Luckily, at this time Monsieur M , an attache to the French consulate, had been sent by Dr. Campbell to Pak Laut for change of air, and Monsieur L , the com- mander of the king's guard, and his wife, were going to see him. Being acquainted with the invalid, I obtained their permission to make one of the party. Notwithstanding the perplexity of friends, who could not imagine my motive for going there, and who made themselves quite merry at my expense, I found myself in a boat, with the blue letter pinned in my pocket, my boy at my side, and Monsieur and Madame L opposite me, at five o'clock one morning, sailing down with the tide to Pak Laut. PAX LAUT, OR THE MOUTH OF TITE OCEAN. 1G7 When I arrived there, I made a hasty breakfast with the Bick man and his friends, and leaving my boy at play in charge <>i' the lady, I hurried off in the direction of the rnor'a palace. P'Ikiyu IvcL-an, the governor, was a Peguan prince by birth, ami the father of my dear friend, whose name, translated into English is "Hidden Perfume." lb' received me so kindly and looked so benevolent that I fell encouraged to tell him the object of my visit at once. Taking my hand in his, and keeping the smile of ap- preciation on his honest face, he led me through several long halls and corridors, which brought us at length to a very ng since to have arrived at the period of that reaction which marks the disappearance of the tide from the sea, and the influx of that slu^ish in- 214 ROMANCE OF THE HAEEM. sensibility which foretells the beginning of the stagnation, which, if not removed, must inevitably end in mortifica- tion and death. But now, after the torpor of nearly half a century, and through the death-like stagnation of the decaying village, there is heard a voice of general rejoicing. The main features of the place undergo a slight change ; a gentle flow of life stirs its corpse-like visage; a beautiful and wealthy Cambodian heiress, the Lady Nang Eungeah is a candidate for baptism in the Eoman Catholic Church. On the 25th of June, it being the morning of her first confessional, the bells are set in motion and ring all day till sunset, as is the custom for a new convert, resounding in the glens and hollows and amid the spires of the Buddhist and Eoman Catholic temples. The chamber into which I had looked at a young girl reading with her heart and eyes a copy of the New Testa- ment — translated, not by a Eoman Catholic, but by an American Presbyterian missionary, the Eev. Mr. Mattoon — is now the centre of a most animated scene. Khoon P'hagunn and Ms wife Jethamas are seated in the little room in earnest conversation. They are interrupted by their daughter Eungeah, who comes quietly in, throws her arms around her mother, kneels before her and lays her head in her lap. The mother folds her arms tenderly around her child, and caresses her lovingly, smoothing her soft hair. " Ah ! Eungeah, art thou dressed already ? Thou dost not need much adornment." And the old man's eyes brightened with pride and love as they lighted on the pleasant beauty and the graceful proportions of his daughter. Nang Eungeah, the bright lotus-flower, was indeed pleasant to look upon. Hers was the half Indian and half Cambodian beauty so rare in Siam, — the large, long, NAN<; BUNGEAH, THE OAMBODIAM PBOSELTTK. 215 drooping eye, round, oval fare, and clear complexion, with a touch of healthful ruddiness in her cheeks, purple-black hair. soft and ri.-h, foiling loosely in long curls over her shoulders. The charms of her face and feature, however, naught to the brightness and kindliness that played over them like a sunny gleam. Her figure was remarkable, tall and lithe, yet perfectly round. •WN NEST 18 CHARMING. 231 deathlike wings over the inhabitants of Tamseng. The evening air was either heavy with noxious vapors or it came in fitful burning gusts across the river, and brought Ti.. balm t<» tlif Buffering prisoners within, Rungeah Languished day after day, for the ease was to he tried before the International Court of Siam, and the days ami (lie weeks ami tin- months passed away like "A stream whose waters scarcely Mem to stray, And yet they glide like happiness away." With them poor ramgeah's bright iaitli began to grow dim, and her nightly prayers to the Mother and her holy Son were less and less hopeful, but yet she still strove with each returning day to revive her drooping spirits, and with sweet self-deceit " to paint elysium" upon the darkness of her prison-walls. The mother bribed the jailers to take to her daughter some little delicacies every day, for the coarse prison food disgusted the girl, and she was gradually being starved to death ; and now a low cough and a hectic fever had set in. The judicial courts of Siam, one and all included, were neither better nor worse than that of other Oriental and despotic kingdoms ; and the judges of the outer city, with the exception, as far as I know, of only one man, his Highness Mom Kratai Rajoday, were very far from being mode] judges. They aimed no higher than the traditional policy of the empire, "the good old rule'' that "might make- right," which had guided the rulers of Siam ever since Siam began t<> exist a- a kingdom and a nation; so that everybody preyed upon his weaker neighbor, and everybody was obliged \<> suffer, without hope of redress, the wrongs which one stronger than himself could inflict Meanwhile the mother grew more and more impatient for her daughter's trial, which seemed to her as if pur- posely delayed, and in an unguarded moment she accused 232 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. the padre Tomas of having secreted the jewels and orna- ments of the altar of Tamseng, and of having made a false accusation against her daughter for the sole purpose of laying claim to her estate. The padre became exasper- ated and brought a charge of libel against the mother; and poor Eungeah was *nore and more hopelessly a pris- oner. The timid P'hagunn shut himself up in his house, and left it to his brave wife to threaten the Christian officials, and to haunt the courts with her complaints, expending large sums of money, but without result. At length, as Eungeah was really very ill, and I feared she would die, I accompanied Khoon Jethamas on a pri- vate visit to his Highness Mom Kratai Eajoday, the chief judge of the International Court, taking with me a pri- vate letter from' the king, which simply stated that I wished to be made personally acquainted with him. The judge received us very cordially indeed, and the unhappy Jethamas threw herself at his feet, and with tears and sobs implored of him to hasten the trial of her child, which he most kindly promised to do. It was now December, and three days after our visit to the chief, judge the trial came on. I could not attend on the two first days, but on Satur- day, the 10th of December, 1864, I accompanied Khoon Jethamas and the feeble and wasted Eungeah to the court, where I was rejoiced to see his Highness Mom Kratai Eajoday presiding in person. All the prelimina- ries had been gone through with on the two previous days. The court-house was crammed with native Christians, Buddhists, and Cambodians, so that there was not even standing room to be had anywhere. After going through a great many forms and ceremo- nies, such as laying the right hand on a. branch of the boh-tree, and thence on his left side, and taking the TO EVERY BIRD ITS OWH NEST IS cilAKMlNC. Buddhist's oath, Maha-Sap'a innocence was dearly pi lie i however, that he waa in the habit of re- pairing to the chapel morning and evening, but that his sole motive was to be near by to protect Rungeah from any danger that might threaten her. The judge then turned and asked Rungeah to relate again all that she had done "ii ih<- night of the rob- bery. All her natural grace of feature, all her excellence mind and soul, shone out as she calmly repeated her story; the only thing s h e could not account for was where die had dropped the key. "But," said she, "my soul and my conscience acquit me of this sin. How then shall I plead guilty t< > that which I have not dune ? Will it not be accounted a sin against myself by P'lira Jesu and his Holy Mother in heaven ? " The beating hearts of the crowd were suspended in breathless expectation; some being interested for and some against the prisoners. The next moment the judge declared that Eungeah and Maha-Sap had been impris- oned on insufficient grounds; that their innocence was quite apparent, even without or rather before the trial, and that the case was dismissed. Scarcely were these words articulated, when a shout like that of a great hurricane broke from the excited masses of the people; the boarded floor seemed to thrill and ripple as with the throes of an earthquake, and the crowd staggered to and fro as if inebriated with the sud- den paroxysm of joy. It was to them not so much the cause of a young and beautiful Cambodian lady of high rank, as the cause of Buddhism against Roman Catholi- cism. I was stunned with their deafening roar. But poor Rungeah was too feeble to bear the sudden and over- whelming joy of her acquittal ; an exclamation of the 234 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. wildest delight broke from her pale lips, and she fell back insensible. The excited crowd unable to master their now as sudden agony at the sight of the apparently lifeless girl, were hushed, and a lull as profound as death succeeded. They bore her to the boat and laid her down in it, and her mother implored me to go home with them. In the fresh air, as we rowed slowly along, the girl soon revived, and, putting out her arms, drew her mother down to her, and held her firmly to her breast. Maha-Sap, her brother, both noble-looking men, and a crowd of people, followed in another boat. As we approached the temple of Adi Buddha Armando, Eungeah whispered to her mother to take her in there to rest ; that she was weary, and that it would comfort her to enter its sacred precincts once more. The sun is near his setting, and broad lights and shad- ows are lying upon and veiling the grand proportions of the temple of the " Infinite." Now the boats are fastened to the pier, and a little group follows the women who are bearing the form of Eungeah into the temple. , It is the hour of the Buddhists' evening prayer. They bring a small mat, and she is laid in the middle of the temple, while the bonzes are seated on either side, wait- ing for the high-priest to open the vesper service. During the service the girl lies there with her eyes closed. Sunshine is reflected in wonderful glory from the head of the great silver image of the Adi Buddh. Sunshine is flooding the temple, glorifying the stolid idols that are standing around, and streaming on the floor and over the quiet figure of the girl. Her face assumes an ashy hue, and she again puts out her arms and draws her mother down to her. TO EVERY BIRD ITS u\V.\ NEST IS < HAK.MLV ;. 235 "0 motheiy pray to th€ Virgin Mother for me," says the girl, " to tell P'hra Jesu that I am innocent." The pagan mother makes no reply, but bends an agonized look "ii her dear child's lace, and the girl's face becomes grayer in the floods of sunlight. Her fingers twitch and quiver around her mother's neck. The priests arc, hushed, and the temple is more and more flooded with light; and the faint, sweet, pleading voice of the girl is again heard: "Mother, dear mother, pray to Fhra Jesu that he shut not the heavenly gates upon me"; and the strong love of the mother conquers her religious scruples, and, lying there with her head cushioned on the bosom of her dying child, she raises her voice and prays : — " thou who art called P'hra Jesu, free my child from sin. forgive her, sacred One. She has loved thee to the last. She believes in none but thee. Be thou her God, and shut not, shut not thy heavenly gates upon her, even though they shut her out forever from my sor- rowing heart and eyes." At the utterance of those strange syllables falling from the lips of a Buddhist mother in the most solemn of the temples of the Buddha, a marvellous change passed over the face of the dying girl; the gray pallor of death gave place to a heavenly light, and a faint hut lovely smile irradiated her pale lips. She opened her eyes and ■_ enraptured upon some vision that seemed to float before her. " mother, mother/' cried the exulting voice of the girl, " I see P'hra Jesu and Tina Buddha; Ph'ra Jesu is above and Fhra Buddha is below, and the two mothers, Marie and Maia* are sitting Bide by side, and they are all smiling and calling me upward, upward." And Pain- geah stretched out her arms and closed her eyes, the gray pallor returned ; her spirit fluttered for a moment, * One of the names of the mother of the Buddha. 236 ROMANCE OF THE HAEEM. and then was gone forever. But the smile never left her lips. She was buried with the rites of the Eoman Catholic Church, with her rosary and the golden image of Christ on her bosom, by a French priest from the other side of the village of Tamseng. Two years after, a man was taken in the act of plun- dering the jewels of a princess of Siam, as she was trav- elling in her boat to Ayudia, and on his trial he con- fessed that he was a Christian, that he had been betrothed to Eungeah's sister, whom he had murdered for the sake of her jewels, and then fled to Ayudia, whence having gam- bled away all the proceeds- of his spoils, he once more re- turned to Bangkok and robbed the chapel of Tamseng. He offered to deliver up the jewels, etc., if his life should be spared. His request was granted, but he was condemned to lifelong imprisonment, while the crown and the diadem are once more to be seen on the brows of the figure of the Christ and the Virgin Mary, and the gold and silver candlesticks again light up the altar of the little chapel of Tamseng. STIiAY LEAVES FROM TIIE EOYAL SCHOOL-ROOM TABLE. 237 CHAPTER XXIX. STRAY LEAVES FROM THE ROYAL SCHOOL-ROOM TABLE. THE three temples around which the city of the (Tang Harm had taken root and gradually grown to its present dimensions were especially remarkable. The one in which I taught, Watt Khoon Chom Manda Thai, — Temple of the Mothers of the Free, — was formerly dedicated to the mother of the Buddha, as its ancient name Manda Maia Goudainana clearly shows; and the other Was dedicated to the " Buddha Thapinya," Buddha the Omniscient, and the third and most beautiful to the "Buddha Annando,"* Buddha the Infinite, — all names from the Pali. The general effect of each of these build- ings is that of some great church in the southern part of Europe. The basement story is a square mass of al »< rat tw< i hundred feet on each side, with double rows of windows flanked by pilasters and crowned with a curious flam- boyant spiral canopy, in what may be called the French- Gothic style. These pilasters and this canopy are the two most marked and universal features in the Buddhist architecture; at the middle of each side of the basement rises a lofty porch or ante-hall, terminating in an immense gabled facade, pilastered and canopied like the windows. These halls or vestibules convert the temple into a vast Greek cross. Over the basement rise a number of dimin- ishing terraces with small pagodas at the angles, the * I would here remark that all intelligent Buddhists make a v.ry marked distinction between the Buddha and the Bnddh. Buddh, or as he is sometimes called, Adi Buddha, is the Supreme Intelligence, from whom Buddha is only an emanation, has existed from all eternity. 238 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. whole culminating in a pyramidal steeple like the Hindoo shivala; and lastly the steeple itself is crowned with a chayatree, or tapering umbrella of gilt iron- work, rising to nearly two hundred feet from the ground. The interior consists of two great concentric corridors with large recesses for the images. Most of the images are standing figures ; the Buddha alone is either seated or reclining, in various attitudes of benediction, or preach- ing on elevated lotus-shaped pedestals. The vaulted cells in which the Buddha is seated reach up to the second and sometimes to the third terrace, and from a small window in the roof there streams a flood of sunlight downwards on the head and shoulders of the colossus, with wonderful effect. There is great uncertainty about the dates and builders of these three temples, and I know nothing more inter- esting and beautiful than the legend which is attached to the spot on which they stand. In the Siamese annals, however, it is stated that these temples have stood here for nearly twelve hundred years, embedded in what was once a sacred grove of olive, palm, and boh trees, before Bangkok was ever settled, and in the palmy days of the ancient and beautiful city of Ayodhya or Ayudia; that they then attracted pilgrims from all parts of the world, particularly women, who came to perform vows or to offer votive sacrifices at their shrines. It was P'hra P'huthi Chow L'huang, a usurper, who, in order to establish more securely his throne, selected the vicinity of these triad temples as the seat of government, removed his palace from the west to the east bank of the Meinam, founded a city, surrounded it with triple walls, and called it the abode of the beautiful and invincible archangel. As often as I sat in the porches of these temples, the chanted prayers of the worshippers boomed through stkav LEAVES FEOM THE BOTAL BCHOOL-BOOM TABLE. 239 the aisles and inspired me with feelings of the di ilfvutiiiii ; and whenever 1 passed along the dim, silent corridors, and oame unexpectedly m front of one of the great golden images with its folded anus and drooping eyelids, looking down upon me in monitory sadness, with the wis- dom of ages stamped upon its brow, amid the gloom of a never-ending twilight, while the head and shoulders were illuminated by a halo of light from the unseen source above, the effect was strangely mystical, solemn, and pro- found. The character of these buildings I do not exaggerate in calling them sublime; they prove unmistakably that the architect, whoever he was, "Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew : The conscious stone to beauty grew." This impression was deepened every time I visited them, and, though I knew every inch of the temples and their surroundings, the meanings of some of the symbols re- mained mysterious and incomprehensible. If I succeeded in unravelling one portion, the remainder was lost in in- extricable perplexity and doubt. My pupils in that wonderful city numbered from twen- ty to twenty-five boys and girls, the ioveliesl and most remarkable of whom were the heir-apparent, the Prince Somdetch P'hra Paramendr Maha Chuklonkorn, his youn- ger sister, the little fairy-like creature Fa Ying,*the Prin- cesses Wanee, Ying-You Wahlacks, Somawati, the Prince Ereta-Bhinniharn, the only son of Bidden-Perfume, Phra Ong DwithwaHabh, and Kabkranockratin, the sons of the child-wife; and in addition to these were several gentle- women of the harem. We always began school immediately after the Buddh- * See "English Governess at the Siamese Court," Chap. XIII. p. 116. 240 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. ists' morning service, which I was obliged to attend, so as to muster my pupils together in good order, and which was held precisely at nine o'clock in the temple of the Chom Manda Thai. The long inlaid and richly gilt ta- ble on which we pursued our studies day after day was the same on which had been laid every morning for hun- dreds of years offerings to the priests of Buddha, and whereon stood the bronze censers and the golden vases from which ascended clouds of fragrant incense amid the perfume of still more fragrant flowers, while the brilliant colors of the silks, satins, diamonds, and jewels that adorned the regal worshippers relieved the gloom. The studies that took the most absolute possession of the fervid Eastern imaginations of my pupils were geog- raphy and astronomy. But each had his or her own idea about the form of the earth, and it needed no small amount of patient repetition to convince them that it was neither flat nor square, but round. The only map — and a very ancient one it was — which they had ever seen was one drawn and painted about a century before, by a Siamese who was thought to possess great scientific and literary attainments. This map was five feet long by three wide ; in the cen- tre was a great patch of red, and above it a small patch of green. On the part painted red — which was intended to represent Siam — was pasted a comical-looking human figure, cut out of silver paper, with a huge pitchfork in one hand and an orange in the other. There was a crown on the head and spurs on the heels, and the sun was shin- ing over all. The legs, which were of miserably thin di- mensions, met sympathetically at the knees. And this cadaverous-looking creature was meant for the king of Siam, — indicating that so vast were his strength and power they extended from one end of his dominions to the other. In the little patch of green, intended to rep- BIAM sikav LEAVES ]'1:«>M THE ROYAL BCHOOL-ROOM TABLE. 241 resent Birmah, was a small Indian-ink figure, consisting of a little dot for the body, another smaller one for the head, and four scratches of the pen for the Legs and arms; this was meant for the king of Birmah. A Legion of Little imp-, in many grotesque attitudes, were seen dancing about his dominions ; and these almost unintelligible bierogh ph- ics were to show to the uninitiated in what a disturbed state the Birman Empire was, and what an insignificant personage in his own dominions was the king of that country. On the north side of the green patch was painted a huge Englishman, sporting a cocked hat with red feathers, clasping in his arms what was meant for a vast tract of land. This was marked as British Birmah, and the Englishman was Lord Clive, holding on to it. The rest of the map was all blue, and all around the Siamese territories richly painted and heavily freighted ships were sailing to and fro. But the poor Birmese monarch had not a boat to display. My simple pupils knew just so much as this map taught them, and no more. Birmah on the north, and Siam on the south, and the sea all around, — this was the world to them. But of their celestial geography they could tell me a host of interesting particulars, all of which they would relate with the accuracy and picturesque vividness of a fairy tale ; and whenever a dispute arose as to the height of some of the mountains or the depth or breadth of the oceans in the celestial worlds, they would at once refer to a Siamese book, called "Tri Loke Winit Chai," — a book which settles all questions about the three worlds, of angels, of demons, and of gods, — .and find therein a satisfactory solution of their difficulties. In their celestial chronology they were all equally will grounded. A little fellow of nine years old, when speak- ing of "time," stood upright in his chair and informed me that he was "time." His name signified a period of time 11 p 242 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. appointed for the creation or the destruction of a world. He then proceeded to tell me with wonderful clearness for one so young, " that the first time, or Kap, is reckoned by the Siamese from the appearance of a certain cloud called god-thirst, which was the harbinger of a creative rain, and Avhich brought into existence the worlds and their attend- ant suns and moons ; that the second Kap, or time, is the period between the creation of these worlds and the coming of another great cloud denominated the dissolving cloud, arid which is the third Kap and the forerunner of the dis- solution of the worlds ; and the fourth Kap is the period when matter remains in a chaotic mass, waiting for the generative cloud, — - god-thirst, — which again pours forth the creative rain, and life once more springs into being. These four periods added together make a Maha-Kap." When I pressed him to state the number of years con- tained in a Maha-Kap, he became indignant, and replied, " that as the length of a single Kap could not be com- puted by the gods themselves, it was unreasonable for me to suppose that he could give me any correct estimate of their actual duration." I soon found that my pupils were in some respects much wiser than I, and thenceforth we exchanged thoughts and ideas. I gave them sound realities in re- turn for their poetic illusions and chimeras, which had for me a certain charm and a great deal of odd reason- ableness, for it was their way of explaining the incom- prehensible. When a large English map and globes of the celestial and terrestrial spheres arrived, they created quite a sensa- tion in the ancient temple of the " Mothers of the Free." His Majesty caused the map to be set in a massive gold frame, and placed it with the globes on ponderously gilt supporters in the very middle of the temple, and for nine days crowds of women came to be instructed in the sci- STRAY LEAVES FROM THE BOYAL SCHOOL-ROOM TABLE. 243 » graphy and astronomy, so that 1 found my hands quite full. It was hard for them to see Siam re- duced to a mere speck on the great globe, but there was some consolation in the fact thai England occupied even a smaller -pace. After the first excitement had worn off, my pupils began to enjoy their lessons; they would clus- ter round the globes, delighted with the novel idea of a world revolving in space, and some of them were as keen as any Arctic explorer for the discovery of the North Pole, where they could some day sit astride, as they thought, with perfect ease and security, and satisfy their doubts about the form and the revolution of the earth I found them always full of eager inquiry, unlike mosl Western children, about the sun and moon and stars; but they preferred to have them peopled with demons, ghosts, and hobgoblins, rather than to have them uninhabited. On one occasion, when I informed them that the moon was supposed to be uninhabited, all the little eager faces were clouded, and their interest flagged, and little Wanee declared, "that for her part she w T as convinced that the moon was the beautiful daughter of a great king of Ayu- dia, who lived many thousands of years ago, and the head wife of the sun, and not a great stupid ball of earth and rock rolling about in the sky to no purpose but for the sun to shine upon." One day the steamer "Chow Phaya" brought his Maj- esty a box of ice from Singapore, and I obtained some for an object-lesson. The women and children found do difficulty in believing thai it was water frozen ; but when 1 went to tell them about snow, the whole school became indignant at what they considered an evident stretch of my imagination, and my dear simple Mend, Bidden-Per- fume, laid her hand gently upon my arm, and said, "Please do not say that again. I believe yon like my own heart in everything yon have taught to me, but this 244 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. sounds like the story of a little child who wishes to say- something more wonderful than anything that was ever said before." So my lesson of the snow proved a stum- bling-block to me for several days ; my pupils' imagina- tions had taken alarm, and they could not be brought to believe the simplest statements. I informed his Majesty of my dilemma; he came to my aid, and assured the royal children that it was just possible that there was such a thing as snow, for English books of travel spoke frequently of some phenomenon which they designated as " snow." On another occasion, as we were all busily engaged in tracing the river Nile on an ancient map of Egypt, there fell suddenly from the vaulted roof above our heads, and upon the very centre of our chart on the table, a coil of something that looked at first like a beautiful thick silk cord neatly rolled up ; in another instant, however, the coil unrolled itself, and began to move slowly away. I screamed, and fled to the extreme end of the temple. But what was my surprise to see all my pupils sitting calmly in their seats, with their hands folded in veneration and their eyes fixed in glowing admiration on the serpent as it moved in tortuous curves along the entire length of the table. With a blush of shame and a sense of inferiority I returned to my seat and watched with them the beauti- ful creature ; a certain feeling of fascination dawned upon me as I looked into its clear, bright, penetrating eyes ; the upper part was of a fine violet color, its sides covered with large scales of crimson edged with black ; the abdom- inal parts were of a pale rose-color edged likewise with black ; while the tail terminated in tints of a bluish ash of singular delicacy and beauty. As the snake slowly dragged itself to the end of the table I held my breath in terror, for it dropped on the arm of the chair on which the Prince Somdetch Choufa Chulalonkorn was seated, STRAY LEAVES FROM Jill: ROYAL & BOOL-ROOM TABLE. 245 whence it fell on the floor, trailed itself along through the dim coiiid.-r ami down the steps, and finally passed out of sight under the stone basement of the temple On the moment of its disappearance my pupils jumped up from their seats and clustered around me in the wild- est joy, caressing me, and declaring that the gods loved me dearly, else they would not have sent me snch an aus- picious token in favor of my teaching, [was told that the gliding of the snake all over tin- table was lull of happy omens, and that its dropping on the arm of tin; Prince's chair was an munistakable sign thai 1m- would one day become famous in wisdom and knowledge. All the old and young women congratulated me, as did even the king himself, who, when he heard of the singular visitor we had had, caused the circumstance to be made known to the wise men and women of the court, and they all united in pronouncing it to be a wonderful and inspiring recognition of favor from on high. From this time I was treated with great consideration and respect by the simple-hearted women and mothers of the harem, hut I nevertheless felt not a little uncomfortable for days after the sudden descent of the snake, and secretly hoped I might never again be so signally favored by the goda I afterwards learned that this snake lias three names. In Sanskrit it is celebrated as the Sarpa Etakta, th< snake, who brings secret omens from the gods; in Pali, as the Naghalalvana, the crimson Bnake of tin- woods, who carries on his person in glowing letters the name of his great master; and in Siamese, Gnuthongdang, the crimson-bellied snake, who brings with it- appearance all that is L r <".d and great t-» tin- hcli.ild.-i-. I leave it with my readers to decide which is the let- ter, our inherited dread of and desire t.» destroy the ser- pent race, or the Siamese custom of idealizing, though with a certain superstitions reverence, the meanest of the works of nature. 246 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. Among the ladies of the harem, I knew one woman who more than all the rest helped to enrich my life and to render fairer and more beautiful every lovely woman I have since chanced to meet. Her name translated itself — and no other name could ever have been so appropriate — into "Hidden Perfume." Her clear, dark eyes were clearer and calmer, her full lips had a stronger expression of tenderness about them, and her brow, which was at times smooth and open, and at others contracted with pain, grew nobler and more beautiful as the purposes of her life, strengthened by new elements, grew deeper and broader each day. She had been deprived of her opportunity of loving as a wife and a woman, and the sorrow that had broken up the fountains of her nature now caused them to flow into deeper channels, for she had become an earnest and de- voted mother. Our daily lessons and talks had become a part of her happiest moments. They gave her entrance into a new world, without requiring that she should abandon any part of the old world she had known, or that she should accept any new religious feelings or dogmas. Her aim was to find out all things that are pure, noble, brave, and good, and to adopt them, whether Pagan or Christian in their origin, and to leave dogmas, creeds, and doctrines to those who were inclined to them by temperament. One day, it being the Siamese Sabato (Sabbath), I called at her house on my way home. In passing into the little room that she had fitted up to receive me, and which we had dignified with the title of "the study," I saw that my friend, in the room adjoining, was at prayer, kneel- ing before her altar, on which was a gilt image of the Buddha, while on either side hung pictures of the king and her little son. The room in which she knelt was a gay one, covered with Birmese paper, on which were seen STRAY LEAVES FBOM THE BOYAL BGHOOL-SOOM TABLE, 247 huge lives, some standing, and others uprooted and car- ried away by the inundation of a mighty tropica] river, here and there drifting along passive and lifeless, and anon covered with gay flowers. Thousands of miles dis- tant the sun left open his golden gates, that his wai light might rest in benediction and with protecting fond- ness on her dark, upturned face and colored brow. There was a mysterious joy in her worship, which transfigured by its BOft inner light her otherwise not beautiful face, and she seemed as if she were holding direct communion in her inner soul with the Infinite Spirit. J stepped into the study and waited until her prayer was offered up. In a little time after I heard her clear voice calling me, and in another moment I w r as seated beside her at the foot of her pretty little altar. She then asked me to Look at her paper, which I did, telling her that I thought it was a very gay one indeed for her little oratory. " I see you do not understand the meaning of it." And she proceeded to explain the allegory to me in her quaint and broken English. " That big green tree there," said she, " is like unto me when I w T as young and ignorant, rejoicing in earthly dis- tinctions and affections; and then I am brought as a gift to a great king, and only think how grand and how rich I may become ; and there you see that I am drooping ami my leaves are all withering and begin to Call; here I am shattered and uprooted by a sense of sorrow and humilia- tion, drifting along an impetuous river, but by and by a little flower stops my downward course. That little flower is my child; he springs "lit "l" the very waters which threatened my destruction ; and now he grows into a gar- den of flowers, to hide away from me that which would make me sad and sorrowful again ; and now I am always glad." After a little while, desirous of knowing what the glit- 248 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. tering image of Buddha really was to her, I said kindly : " Sonn Klean, you were praying to that idol ? " She did not reply at once, but at length, laying her hand gently upon my arm, said : " Shall I say of you, dear friend, that you worship the ideal or image which you have of your God in your own mind, and not the God ? Even so say not of me that I worship the golden image up there, but the Great One who sent me my teacher Buddha, that he might be the guide and the light of my life/' On another occasion when she read and translated the Sermon on the Mount, she suddenly exclaimed with great emotion : " 0, your sacred P'hra Jesus is very beau- tiful ! Let us prom ise one another that whenever you pray to P'hra Jesus you will call him Buddha, the En- lightened One ; and I, when I pray to my Buddha, I will call him P'hra Jesu Karuna, the tender and sacred Jesus, for surely these are only different names for the one and the same God." Her favorite book, however, was " Uncle Tom's Cabin," and she would read it over and over again, though she knew all the characters by heart, and spoke of them as if she had known them all her life. On the 3d of January, 1867, she invited me to dinner, and she sent to me, in the course of the day, so many messages, telling me to be sure to come, that I began to suspect it was going to be a very grand entertainment. So I put on my best dress, and made myself as fine as I could. My friend was looking down the street, with her head and shoulders out of her window, as we appeared, and the moment she saw us she rushed to greet us in her own sweet, cordial manner. Dinner was served in the study, for it boasted of one table and five chairs ; but our party numbered six in all, so my boy and the Prince Kreta stkay LEA.VB8 PROM Tin: BOTAL & BOOL-ROOM TABLE. 249 1 i'liiiiilutrii were obliged to Bqueeze themselves into one chair, and then there was one apiece for the rest of u& We were served by Peguan slave-girls in the Pegnan fashion, on little silver plates, the Blave-girls kneeling around us. Fish, rice, jelly, ami a variety of sweetmeats, came first, then different kinds of vegetables; alter them a course of meat, venison, and birds of all kinds, and we finished with sweet drinks, preserves, and fruit. When dinner was over, my friend, in conceit with her sisters and slave-girls, performed on several musical in- struments with wonderful effect. At last all Sonn Kh- an's slave- women with their children appeared in a group, one hundred and thirty-two in all, in nice new dre all looking particularly happy. "I am wishful to be good like Harriet Beecher Stowe," — or Stowa, as my friend persisted in pronouncing that name, — "and never to buy human bodies again, but only to let go free once more, and so I have now no more slaves, but hired servants. I have given freedom to all of my slaves to go or to stay with me as they wish. If they go away to their homes, I am glad ; if they stay with me, I am still more glad ; and I will give them each four ticals every month after this day, with their food and clothes." Thenceforth, to express her entire sympathy and affec- tion for the author of "Uncle Tom's Cabin," she always signed herself Harriet Beecher Stowe ; and her sweet voice trembled with love and music whenever .-he spoke of the lovely American lady who had taught her, "even as Buddha had once taught kin _ the rights of her fellow-creatures. During • illness which confined me a month or more to my room, I used to receive the most affectionate letters from this dear lady, signed Barriel Beecher Stowe ; and when I once more returned t«» the palace, she took all the credit of my recovery from an illness so fetal as 11* 250 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. cholera as due to her intercessions and prayers. In one temple she had vowed that she would save seven thou- sand lives if mine were granted to her prayers. I was perplexed and curious to know how she would per- form the conditions of such a vow, but she assured me there would be no difficulty about it, and forthwith despatched her servant-women to the market to purchase seven bas- kets, containing eacli a thousand live fish, which, with great pomp and ceremony, were set free again in the river, and the seven thousand lives were thus actually saved. One day, when I was sitting with my friend in her lit- tle study, she learned that I had recently lost a very dear relative, and she related to me, in a voice full of the ten- derest sympathy and affection, the following Buddhist legend, which I give here as nearly as possible in her own words. " In the village of Sarvathi there lived a young wife named Keesah, who at the age of fourteen gave birth to a son ; and she loved him with all the love and joy of the possessor of a newly found treasure, for his face was like a golden cloud, his eyes fair and tender as a blue lotus, and his smile bright and beaming like the morning light upon the dewy flowers. But when the boy was able to walk, and could run about the house, there came a day when he suddenly fell sick and died. And Keesah, not under- standing what had happened to her fair lotus-eyed boy, clasped him to her bosom, and went about the village from house to house, praying and weeping, and beseeching the good people to give her some medicine to cure her baby. " But the villagers and neighbors, on seeing her, said : ' Is the girl mad, that she still bears about on her breast the dead body of her child ? ' " At length a holy man, pitying the girl's sorrow, said to himself : f Alas ! this Keesah does not understand the law of death ; I will try to comfort her.' And he answered sikav LEA.VES FROM nil; BO YAL SCHOOL-BOOM l.uu.l. her, and said; 'My good girl, I cannot myself give you any medicine to cure your boy, but 1 know a holy and physician who can.' "'0/ said the young mother, ' Jo tell me who it is, that I may go at once to him ! ' "And the holy man replied, 'He is called the Buddha ; he alone can cure thy child.' "Then Keesah, on hearing this, was comforted, ami set out to find the Buddha, still clasping to her heart the Lifeless body of her child. And when she found him she bowed down before him, and said: '0 my lord and master, do you know of any medicine that will cure my baby V "And the Buddha replied and said: 'Yes, I know of one, but you must get it for me.' " And she asked : ' What medicine do you want ? Tell me, that I may hasten in search of it.' " And the Buddha said : ' I want only a few grains of mustard-seed. Leave here the boy, and go you and bring them to me.' "The girl refused to part with her baby, but promised to get the seed for him. " As she was about to set out, the pitiful Buddha, recall- ing her, said: 'My sister, the mustard-seed that I require must be taken from a house where no child, parent, hus- band, wife, relative, or slave has ever died.' "The young mother replied, 'Very good, my lord' ; and went her way, taking her boy with her, and setting him astride on her hip, with his lifeless head resting on hex bosom. " Thus she went from house to house, from palace to hut, begging for some grains of mustard-seed. "The people said to her: 'Here are the seeds; take them, and go thy way.' "But she first a-kefthe women who per- form before the king know by heart a hundred and fifty tunes ; their memory and their performac illy remarkable and surprising. 256 ROMANCE OF THE HAEEM. And at length, as the curtain of the last act dropped, and the prolonged cadence of the voices and the instru- ments died away, a loud buzz of delight and pleasure broke from the listening crowd of old, decrepit women, who received each a sum of money from their kind host- ess, and went on their lonely way rejoicing. " This," said my friend to me, " I do every year, to show my love and obedience to my dear teacher, the Buddha." And to my unaccustomed heart and eyes it seemed the sight in all the world the most worth gazing upon. TIIE SIAMESE SYSTEM OF SLAVERY. 267 CHAPTER XXX. THE SIAMESE SYSTEM OF SLAVERY.* rjNDER the late king, his Majesty Somdetch Phm \J Paramendr Maha Mongkut, there existed in Siam a mixed system of slavery, in part resembling the old system of English feudal service, in part the former dom of Russia, and again in part the peonage of Mexico. Three fourths of the population of Siam are in this condition of modified slavery, branded with the mark of their owners, or held by their creditors in a form of qualified servitude to work out a debt. The royal family, princes, and chief rulers and magistrates of the country,' are the only exceptions to this rule. But even they are obliged to serve the king in times of war, or to provide a fitting substitute. " Slaves," in the minute subdivisions of the law, are classed under seven different heads : first, prisoners of war; second, slaves by purchase ; third, slaws by birth; fourth, by gifts and legacies; fifth, those who become slaves from gratitude; sixth, voluntary alavea in times of famine: seventh, debtors and their children. But these may all be embraced in three general classes, called Prie, Baw, and Batt, that of slaves by birth and attached to the land, of slaves by purchase, and of slaves captured in war. The prisoners of war and their descendants are com- posed of the following nations and numbers: Malays, * For the following statements I am indebted to the late king, who ▼ay kindly furnished me with s copy of the Siamese "Slave Laws," from which these pages are translated, as if the system still existed. Q 258 ROMANCE OF THE HAEEM. fifty thousand ; Cochin-Chinese, seventy-five thousand ; Peguans, one million ; Laotians, twenty-five thousand; and Birmese, fifty thousand. All these, with few exceptions, belong to the kings of Siam. Some few are given to the principal nobles and chiefs who have distinguished them- selves in the state ; but even these, with their descend- ants, are held as Baw Chow Chewitt, — the king's slaves. The Cochin-Chinese captured in war, and all their nu- merous descendants, belong exclusively to the second king, — the first or supreme king having a positive an- tipathy to that people. They are formed into an army under the command of the second king, to guard his per- son, palaces, harem, etc. The Malays and Peguans are employed as sailors and soldiers in company with the native Siamese. These are all branded on the left side a little below the armpit, and they are bound to serve three months in every year ; the remaining time they may employ in their own private interests. The slaves by purchase are divided into two classes, " redeemable " and " irredeemable." The first class must furnish security that they will fulfil the legal require- ments of their masters. These can always free them- selves by refunding the purchase-money, or can change their masters on procuring payment of the sum due to the old masters. The second class are chiefly young girls sold by their parents, relatives, or owners ; with these no security is either given or taken, because they generally become the wives or concubines of the buyer. As a natural con- sequence more than four fifths abscond whenever they get an opportunity, and the owner has no redress. Wo- men-slaves are not branded or enrolled as the men-slaves are. Husbands may sell their wives, parents their children, Tin: SIAMESE SYSTEM OJ SULYEBY. 259 and masters their slaves and debtors; but no one ran sell an adult man-slave after he i> sixteen, or a woman-slave after she has attained puberty, without his or hex con- sent Trices of slaves vary according to the appearance, color, strength, physical proportions, and parentage of the person sold, from one hundred and twenty tdcalfl for men, and sixty to a hundred ticals* for women. But if the woman be fair and pleasing in form ami feature, she will bring as much as a thousand ticals for the harem of a great noble. The method of selling one's self is very simple. Every man, on becoming a slave, signs an agreement, of which I give a copy below. This paper his master retains, but is obliged to surrender whenever the slave produces the, amount mentioned in it. "Wednesday, the seventh day of the waning moon of the year 1227 of the little era Choola Sakarat/f I, Khow, * A tical may be valued at from fifty to sixty cents of the Spanish dollar. t The Siamese months are lunar months; each is divided into two parts, i.e. Khang Khun and Khang Ram, waxing and waning moon. Six of the months have thirty, and six twenty-nine days. To compen- sate for the deficiency of the eleven days which are required to D full solar year, they have an intercalary month of thirty days once in three years, and there being still a loss of about three days in nil years, this is supplied by an arbitrary addition of a day to the seventh month of such years as may be selected by the Brahmin aatrol whose business it is to observe the sun's path in the heavena, ami to an- nounce all variations in the calendar. At the very moment of the ran'a crossing the equator, they make proclamation of the advent of each new- year, accompanied by a hm>t of mU8M and by the firing of givatguns, both from the palace and the city walls. The Siamese have two cyclea, one within the other; the greater is twelve, ami the leaser ten yean in duration. Every year in each cycle I own peculiar name. Their aaered era i> reckoned from the time of the death of the Buddha (2415). It i- denominated Buddha Sakarat. Their civil era is called Choola Sakarat, and is reckoned from the time of its establishment (1233) by P'hra Kooang, a Siamese king of great celeb- rity. 2 GO ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. sell myself to Nai Dang for ticals one hundred and twen- ty, to be refunded by me, Khow, at the time and hour of being set free." Such is the bill of sale. But as it generally happens that the parents have also sold themselves, some other security is required, which is given in another paper. The value of anything that the slave may break or destroy is added to the original account. The masters are bound to furnish their slaves with rice and fish daily, but not with clothes. The position of the slaves by birth differs in no respect from that of slaves by purchase, with the exception that while the prices of the latter vary, the price of the former is fixed by law for every age, size, and sex, and the own- ers cannot demand more for them than that which is determined by the law. The severest punishment for slaves is being made to work in chains. If no improvement takes place from this punishment, the slave is handed over to the king's judges, and is, provided the crime or misdemeanor is proven, incarcerated in the Siamese convict prison, — a punishment to which death itself is preferable. The principal hardship that the slave suffers is being obliged to marry at the will of his or her owner, and this with a people who are highly susceptible of conjugal affection is often the cause of great suffering to the women. Then comes the difficulty of lodging a complaint against their masters for an insufficiency of food, and sometimes for an absolute want of clothes, for which latter even the law does not hold the master responsible. There are four conditions under which a slave is freed from the obligations of servitude, — slaves voluntarily manumitted by their masters; slaves admitted to the priesthood ; those who are given to serve the priests ; and THE SIAMESE SYSTEM OF SLAVERY, 'J'- 1 when tlie master himself fcakea the VOWS of a priest^ be ifl obliged to tree all his slaws, as tin- eoclesiastica] court will not otherwise receive him into the priesth 1, and he can at no time reclaim them for actual service, ui on quitting the priesthood he repurchases them. Debtors may be made slaves when they do not pay the interest for money borrowed, and will not work to make good the failure of payment; and in case of death the nearest relative becomes a slave till the original amount, with the interest added, is refunded. The rati.' of in! in Siam is about thirty per cent, and the poor are unable, unless by labor, to pay such an exorbitant rat.'. If the bought or rather the redeemable slave should die in his master's service, — even after a lifetime of labor, — the security must refund the original sum or become a slave in his stead. If a slave be sick, and ifl attended to during his illness in his master's house, the security is liable for the interest of the slave's purchase- money during the period of illness. When children are sold under the full value, they must not be beaten till they bleed. AVhen a slave volunteers out of affection for his m or mistress to take his or her place in prison or in torture, one half of his or her purchase-money must be refunded to the security. But if the slave is irredeemable, no part is to be refunded. If a man sell a slave, and after receiving the mqney re- fuse to give him or her up to the purchaser, he shall pay double the sum, — three fourths to the buyer and one fourth into the government or state treasury. If a buyer disapprove of a slave before three months have elapsed, he may recover his mom If a master strike his slave BO that he die, no claim can be made upon the security, and the master shall be pun- ished according to the law. 262 ROMANCE OF THE HAKEM. Anything that a slave may break can be added, at the will of the owner, to the purchase-money. If in herding cattle he be negligent, and they be lost, he shall pay for them ; if more be given into his charge than he can attend to, he shall pay only half; but if rob- bers bind him and steal the cattle, he cannot be held responsible. Any claim against a slave must be made by the owner before he is sold to another party. If a master or mistress force a female slave to marry one man when she has openly professed a preference for another, half her redemption-money must be remitted. If a slave go to war instead of his master, and fight bravely, he must be set free at the termination of the bat- tle. If he fight only ordinarily well, half his purchase- money shall be remitted. If a master repurchase a slave, and he die in his ser- vice, he can demand only half the original amount from his security. If a slave begin to plant rice, he cannot, even if able, purchase his freedom until the harvest is over. If, when rice is dear, a man sell himself to slavery be- low the standard value, when rice gets cheap the price must be raised, and the balance paid over by the purchaser. If a slave injure himself while at his master's work, compensation must be made according to the nature of the injury. If a slave die in the stead or in the defence of his mas- ter, nothing can be demanded from the security. In all cases of an epidemic, nothing can be claimed from the security. If a man have several wives, and the lesser sell them- selves to the higher wives, or the poorer to the richer, no interest can be claimed on the purchase-money, as they are considered sisters in the sight of the law. THE BIAHESE SYSTEM OB SLAVERY. If the slave demand a change of mastere, and the n ter cannot dispose of him, he nrast take him to the judges to sell; and if they find no purchaser within three days, he must return to his master and be thenceforward Kliai-Khat, irredeemable. If a slave run away, the money expended in apprehend- ing him or her must be added to his original account Slaves having children, the children become slaves, and must be paid for according to age. If a master compel a slave to bear a child against her will, both she and the child are free in the sight of the law, even if irredeemable at first. If a slave complain against his master, the judges will not file the complaint unless he has first paid hifl pur- chase-money, except in cases of murder and treason. If a slave accuse his master falsely of capital crimes, Ins tongue and lips shall be cut off. But if the chai true, he shall receive his freedom, even if Khai-Khat ir- redeemables. If a slave make money on his or her own private ac- count, at his or her death it will become the property of the master. But if the money be left to him, it shall go to the nearest relative. In all cases of doubt between the slave-woman and her master, the law shall protect the mother, and the children must be given to her if she bring the price, under penalty of forfeiting both mother and child Two slaves, husband and wife, brother and iving their names on the same bill of sale if one run away, the other shall be charged with the entire debt. 264: ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. I CHAPTEE XXXI. THE ROYAL PROCLAMATIONS. N" the beginning of the reign of P'rabat Somdetch P'hra Paramendr Maha Chulalonkorn, a new era dawned upon the kingdom of the white elephant. On the 11th of October, 1868, a royal proclamation of the new and auspicious reign was made in all parts of the vast kingdom and provinces of Siam, and a national holiday was appointed. The multitudinous pagoda bells rang all day, while louder still boomed the cannon, up went the rockets, and aloft streamed the red and white banners of the white elephant. Still higher rose the glad hearts of the princes and chiefs of the people, and low in rever- ential attitudes, even in the very dust, were bowed the heads of the millions of the enslaved subjects. Classed with the sod, and of as little account as the earth out of which they obtain so scanty a subsistence, branded as cattle with the mark of their owner, what have they to do with the glad shouts and the loud rejoic- ings that resound on every side ? To them it means only a change of owners, and roy- alty is the name fixed to the other end of the enslaving rod of power : " The right divine of kings to govern wrong." There can be no auspicious reign or any happy future for the slave. The royal messages of peace and good- will may find an echo in the freedman's heart and in his home, but they must ever come with a darkening power and as a sadden- ing cloud to the home and the heart of the slave. An irre- KING OF SI \M THE ROYAL PROCLAMATIONS. 265 deemable beast of burden, what has he to hope from an auspicious reign, or the enthronement of a promising ereign ? Yet that these millions of enslaved men and women are not brutes or wild beasts, or even devoid of noble and generous emotions, is proved by the most astonishing acta of devotion and self-sacrifice performed by slaves for the masters and mistresses whom they have learned to love. Any one who from curiosity or with a higher motive may visit the prisons in the city of Bangkok will find, to his great surprise, that nearly one half of the inmates are slaves voluntarily expiating the crimes and wrong-doings of their masters and mistresses, or, as is often the case, mothers, daughters, wives, or sisters enduring all the hardships of a Siamese prison — and words would fail me adequately to describe the amount of Buffering which those two words imply — in the place and for the sake of sons, husbands, or unworthy relatives. The strength that is in these slaves to suffer is the strength of love. Love combined with despair gives them the awful and wonderful power of utter self-sacrifice. The rights which every man should enjoy in his wife, his children, and his own labor, and which should be the most sacred and inviolable rights, are here placed at the mercy of a master, and are oft-times to the slave the very fetters of his galling servitude But, since that i , e r-to-be-remembered 11th of October, 18G8, a new empire has arisen out of tin- ashes of the "Id. The traditions and customs of centuries are a- naught A fresh start has been made, a young king full of gener- ous impulses and noble purposes reigns; and how he in- tends to govern may be gathen -d from his second royal proclamation to his people on the subject of religion : — "In regard to the concern of seeking and holding a 12 266 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. religion that will be a refuge to you in this life : it is a good and noble concern, and it is exceedingly appropriate and suitable that you, as a nation, and each man individually, should investigate for himself, and according to his own wisdom, which is the right and which the wrong ; and if you see any religion whatever, or any body of men pro- fessing any religion whatsoever who seem likely to be an advantage to you, — a true religion in accordance with your own wisdom, — hold to that religion with all your heart ; hold to it not with a shallow mind, or after slight investigation, or even because of its tradition, saying this is the custom held from time immemorial, but from your own deep faith in its excellence; and do not profess a religion for the truth of which you have not good evi- dence, or one which frightens men through their fears and flatters them through their hopes. "Do not be either frightened or flattered into doing what is right and just, and do not follow after fictitious, signs and wonders. " But, when you shall have obtained a firm conviction in any religious faith that it is true, beautiful, and good, hold to it with great joy, follow its teachings alone, and it will be a source of happiness to each one of you. " It is our will that our subjects of whatever race, na- tion, or creed, live freely and happily in our kingdom, no man despising or molesting another on account of relig- ious difference, or any other difference of opinions, cus- toms, or manners." This is the second important message from the young king, who has just ascended the throne of his fathers, to his subjects, both bond and free. The great old dukes and princes and nobles of the realm feel in their hardened hearts that it is barely gra- cious, and certainly not at all graceful, in one so young, to ignore all that magnificent past. But the young mon- THE ROYAL PBO< L AM A ll< 267 arch is true to his early promise, and his next step is quietly to abolish the customary prostration!! before perior, and to inaugurate a new costume for hia people, which will enable the wearer, whoever he may be, prince, ruler, chieftain, or slave, to stand Pace to face with hia fel- low-men and erect in the presence of his sovereign. And now let us mark the next step made in the path of progress and freedom by this noble young Buddhist monarch. Sears ago, in the little study in his beautiful p called the " Rose-Planting House," when a mere boy, on hearing of the death of President Lincoln, he had declared " that if he ever lived to reign over Siam, he would over a free and not an enslaved nation ; that it would be his pride and joy to restore to his kingdom the original constitution under which it was first planted by a small colony of hardy and brave Buddhists, who lied from their native country, Magadan, to escape the religious p tions of the Brahminical priests, who had arrived at Ayu- dia and there established themselves under one of their leaders, who was at once priest and king. They called the spot they occupied "Muang Thai," — the kingdom of the free,— and this kingdom now extends from the northern slopes of the mountains of Yuman in China to the Gulf of Siam. Nobly has he striven to keep this aspiration of his early boyhood; and as he went, day after day, to take his place at the head of his government, and to the nightly sittings of the Secret Council of the state, he endeavored to hold unflinchingly to his one great purp On the first opportunity that offered he urged the aboli- tion of slavey upon the Prince Regent, his unci.', and the Prime Minister; then again he brought it before the mighty Secret Council, sitting at midnight in the hall of his ancestors. " I see," says the brave young king, " no 268 ROMANCE OF THE HAREM. hope for our country until she is freed from the dark blot of slavery." The Prince Eegent and the Prime Minister, though al- most persuaded by the vehement pleading of the young and fearless king, replied : " It is impossible to free a nation of slaves without incurring much risk and danger to the state and to the slaveholders. Under the exist- ing laws, Siam could not abolish her system of slavery without undermining at the same time her whole con- stitution." " Well," said the young king, " let it be so ; but my slaves, my soldiers, and my debtors are my own, and I will free them at least, whatever my ministers may see fit to do ; for my part, no human being shall ever again be branded in my name and with my mark." What strange words from one so young ! The Secret Council meet again and again to discuss the matter, and at length they decide — for they too have the good of their country at heart — to let the young king have his own way. Then the royal boy king sends another message sum- moning the heads of all his people, from every depart- ment of his vast kingdom, to appear together in his audi- ence hall, and to receive the royal message. Standing on the lowest step of his glittering throne, he greets the chief rulers and governors and judges of his peo- ple, and utters these remarkable words : " Let this our royal message to our people be proclaimed, and not as if we were doing a great and lordly thing, but our simple duty to our fellow-men and subjects, that from the first day of January, 1872, slavery shall cease to be an insti- tution in our country, and every man, woman, and child shall hold themselves free-born citizens ; and further let it be made known, that a tax, according to the circum- stances of each and every man, shall be levied on the THE ROYAL IK", LAM ATI- nation to remunerate the slaveholders for the loss of their slaves." The effect of this speech upon the listeners can hardly be imagined. It was like the winged words of an angel from heaven, and the young monarch descended from the last step of his throne, having firmly laid the cornel on which the greatness of his reign and his nation will forever rest unshaken. But seeing that his astonished hearers remained rooted to the spot, still doubting whether they had heard aright, he added: "We bind ourselves to fulfil our word to our subjects at large, no matter what the cost to ourselves. Go you and proclaim our royal will." When the wonderful tidings were actually proclaimed, the people listened as though they heard not ; at best they distrusted the good report, and received the wondrous words as if they were merely the sounding of brass and the tinkling of cymbals in their ears. Confidence is a plant of slow growth ; but how slow must its revival have been in the place whence it has once been torn up by the roots ! So the people turned a deaf ear to the loving messages of their young king, and went on their sad way not a whit happier. But when the 1st of January, 1872, had actually ar- rived, and they absolutely found themselves " free " men and women, their patient, loving hearts well-nigh burst asunder with joy. The glad cries of the ransomed millions penetrated the heart of the universe, and the "Despair" of the nation flapped her dark wings and fell down dead at the golden feet of the royal ransomer. The prison doors are open, and all the prisoners by proxy and those who were slaves by reason of their great poverty or their greater love find, to their amazement, that the sun of freedom has risen for them, and who 270 ROMANCE OF THE HAEEM. shall fathom the depth of their joy ? But the land is full of flower shows, and unfurled standards, and cool foun- tain displays, fireworks, illuminations, and theatrical exhi- bitions. The music of thousands of choristers and the glad huzzas of congregated myriads rend the air. Let them dance and laugh and sing ; they have had enough of slavery and too little of freedom, and the great hymn of the nation ascends to the Euler of kings for the " Ban- somed One," " Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace and good- will towards men." THE END OF THE ROMANCE. TKMI'LK AND RUINS 0¥ KAMPOOT. A LEGEND OF THE GOLD AND SILYKK MINKS 01 BUM. 271 A LEGEND OF THE GOLD AND SUA I I: MINES OF SLAM. VELA CHOW, or the Beautiful Dawn, was the only daughter of a very powerful king of Ayudia, She was so wondrously beautiful that the old Brahmins and astrologers who foretold her birth named her, even before she was born, the Beautiful Dawn, as the only appropriate name for her. Now it happened that, at the time of Vela Chew's birth, there was no moon to illuminate the fair earth, but the golden sun and the green earth enjoyed a much closer and more intimate friendship than they now do, and old age, sickness, and death were unknown to the blessed and undying people of Ayudia. But as the mighty king Somdetch P'hra Batt, the duke of the golden foot, had reigned nearly three thousand five hundred years without ceasing, he became weary of the cares of state, and thereupon abdicated in favor of his young son, P'hra Batt Bandethano, a vigorous youth of not more than five hundred years of age, who was even from his childhood an especial favorite of the ruby- faced and warm-hearted monarch P'hra Athiett, i. e. the Sun. In the course of time, the friendship between these two, Bandethano and P'hra Athiett, sovereigns of the earth and sky, ripened to such a degree of perfection that the latter was loath to withdraw his bright beaming face from his young friend's kingdom, even to seek his couch for a little rest at night, as had been his custom from time immemorial; thus he beamed forth both night and day 272 A LEGEND OF THE GOLD AND SILVER MINES OF SIAM. in saffron hues on the fair mountains and lovely valleys of the invincible city of Ayudia, and the land flourished in luxuriance and beauty, the fruits and flowers rivalled those that grew and blossomed in Indra's own garden, and countless birds of marvellous plumage winged their flight from distant worlds to build their nests and warble their exquisite melodies among the proud forests of this fa- vored land. As for the men of this region, they were tall and stately and of golden mien, like the laughter-loving Gandharwas of Indra's paradise, and the women were glo- riously beautiful, fair as silvery clouds, with eyes of won- drous hue ; so that no mortal man could look upon one of them and not yield his spirit to the sweet frenzy of inextinguishable love. Away flew the golden days and nights, and round and round rushed the radiant chariot- wheels of P'hra Athiett, and thousands and thousands of years sped away, but he never relaxed the speed of his swift coursers, nor drew in his rainbow-tinted reins, nor turned away even for an instant his glowing eyes from this favored kingdom. Now, things having gone on in this way for several thousands of years, yet no sweet slumber had ever closed the godlike eyes of P'hra Athiett, and all the lovely Dow- astras, i. e. the stars, finding themselves totally eclipsed, their brilliancy and beauty marred by this unceasing sleeplessness on the part of their sovereign, formed the wicked and cruel design of revolting against him, and of taking possession, by some means or other, of his golden car. Accordingly, instead of going to sleep, as had hitherto been their practice during the day, they all plotted to- gether to hide themselves behind the many-tinted curtain of their monarch's chariot, and to watch his movements, in order to discover the cause of the singular attraction that drew him forever towards the earth, while he left his A LEGEND OF THE GOLD AND SILYKK MINKS Of SI AM. own vaulted and ethereal hemisphere to the tender cies of stray suns or wandering comets. Having ratified with many an oath and many a vow their wicked compact, the treacherous Dowi of jzoiiiir to bed like the dutiful children of a land and beneficent ruler, only pretended to sleep, but all the while kept opening and shutting and blinking their bright, in- quisitive little eyes, winking at one another and peering behind the golden curtains of the royal chariot at their unconscious master, who, fully believing that all his sub- jects were sound asleep, grew brighter and brighter, while over his round, genial face there beamed forth a smile of ineffable radiance as he approached the earth. At this very moment the rebellious Dowastras, wondering at the blissful face of their monarch, peered out from behind the rainbow-hued drapery of the celestial chariot and turned their penetrating eyes towards the earth, where, to their astonishment, they beheld the matchless form and the divinely beautiful face of Vela Chow, who was lulling her wearied father to rest with the music of her sweet voice. * Ah ! ah ! " laughed the wicked Dowastras, " now we have found out the secret. " As soon as she had soothed her father to sleep, the lovely Vela Chow, all unconscious of what was happen- ing around her, sauntered forth among the unfrequ woods and dells, making the voiceless hills and rocks re- echo her merry notes in melodious sounds; now culling rare wild flowers to wreathe round her lovely brow, now bathing her little feet in the cool crystal waters of a purl- ing brook that murmured gently through the mo u nt a in caves and caverns, and anon raising her glad heart in thanksgiving and praise to the great, beneficent, and glo- rious P'hra Athiett. At length she sat herself down in the deep solitn I 12 * ■ 274 A LEGEND OF THE GOLD AND SILVER MINES OF SIAM. rest ; and as she listened to the gentle zephyrs that fanned her yellow tresses or rustled amidst the topmost boughs of the " green-haired " forest trees, the birds plucked for her the ripest and the sweetest fruits, and some dropped them at her side, and others, less timid, hovered around her, holding them in their tender bills, each fluttering against the other and striving to be the favored one to whom she would open her sweet mouth to be fed; and while the many-hued birds were thus rivalling each other in their delicate attentions to the lovely maiden, it chanced that a gorgeous butterfly, more glorious than any she had ever before seen, alighted on a neighboring flower. Up sprang Vela Chow, and away she flew after it, from flower to flower, from shrub to tree, until at last the tantalizing but- terfly flew so high in the air that the eager damsel could do no more than raise her fair face and sparkling eyes to follow its airy flight through the bright sky. Just at this moment P'hra Athiett's golden chariot was coming over the hill, and he smiled a smile of such ineffable de- light when he caught sight of her, that he dazzled the eyes of the poor little maiden ; and as she could no longer see the beautiful butterfly, she was obliged to relinquish all idea of capturing it. So she retraced her disconsolate steps to her lonely mountain stream, and plunged into its waters, in the hope of finding therein refreshment and for- getfulness of her cruel disappointment. But P'hra Athiett was not to be thus baffled; so he noiselessly climed higher and higher, and approached nearer and nearer, and smiled so much more warmly than ever, that he once more quite overpowered the weary maiden, who suddenly vanished from his sight, sought ref- uge in her favorite mountain cavern, and there fell sound asleep. For a moment poor P'hra Athiett was disconcerted, and a great pain, like a dark heavy cloud, shot up from his A LEGEND OF THE GOLD AND SILVER MINES OF MAM. 276 heart and overspread his bright, happy face, and he knew not what to do ; but the next, he broke forth into B more joyous smile than ever, for lie was just as fool] was old, and had been on the Lookout all these thou- sands of years, night and day, hoping to catch a gli] of this incomparable maiden ; the mom< >, ln- fell desperately in love with her, and he could oot make up his mind to perform his journey without one more look at her sweet, pure face; therefore, instead of on his way through the sky, he changed his course, and drove at a furious rate down the mountain-side towards the cavern, alighted from his chariot, and crept Boftly into the cave where the lovely Vela Chow slumbered, and smiled upon her with such rapturous tenderness that the sleeping maiden's heart was penetrated ami compl captivated. She opened her beautiful eyes with a joyful sense of a new and delicious emotion upon Fhra Athiett, who beamed upon her so lovingly and with such irre- sistible pleadings in his godlike eyes, that she could not refuse to return his affection, and they there and then ex- changed vows of eternal friendship and love. But alas! while the all-unconscious and happy 1 were thus fondly conversing together, and Fhra Athiett was painting in glowing words the beauty of his heavenly dwelling-place, the wicked Dowastras in all haste rushed to the mountain-side, drove off the golden chariot, and unharnessed the swift-winged coursers. Having thus cut off his retreat, they raised a shout of triumph, de] their infatuated monarch, and established a republic among themselves, permitting neither stray suns nor wan- dering comets to have anything to do with their govern- ment Poor P'hra Athiett, who was now aboul to conduct his sweet happy bride to his celestial kingdom, found, to hifl consternation and grief, that his golden chariot had van- 276 A LEGEND OF THE GOLD AND SILVER MINES OF SI AM. ished. He bowed his head, and his great joyous face be- came suddenly overcast ; all its light and glory departed, while large tears like mountain torrents rolled from his godlike eyes, and streamed upon the earth, and were there and then transformed into nuggets of the purest gold. Then the mountains, pitying his sufferings, opened their hearts, and revealed to him a secret passage by which he might regain his heavenly abode. P'hra Athiett bade a sad adieu to the lovely Vela Chow, and, with promise of speedy return, set out, shed- ding golden tears all along the way, in search of his miss- ing chariot. And as for the unhappy Vela Chow, the moment she lost sight of her beloved P'hra Athiett, she drooped her fair head in unspeakable sorrow, and followed him with aching heart and faltering step all the way, searching for the lost chariot, and shedding abundantly her bright beautiful tears, which, as they fell upon the rocky sides of the mountains, changed their flinty arte- ries into veins of the purest and most precious silver. Thus the grief of these two godlike hearts served to en- rich the country with endless wealth. At the end of twelve hours, however, the wicked stars repented of their cruel conduct, and a fresh compact was made between the republican Dowastras and the godlike lover P'hra Athiett, wherein it was expressly agreed that for a fortnight in every month he should pick up his beautiful bride at the mouth of the cavern and take her with him to his celestial home ; but that for the rest of the month she should unveil her matchless face, and re- veal her exquisite beauty to the Dowastras, and rule over them in the sky, — for they all, it seems, had also fallen desperately in love with her, — and it was distinctly stip- ulated that P'hra Athiett should never attempt to ap- proach her while she reigned as their queen and mistress in the heavens ; and to distinguish her in her new regal A LEGEND OF THE GOLD AND SILVKU MINKS 01 BUM. 2 i 7 character, the Dow&str&s changed her name from "Vela Chow" to "Bupea Chandra," — the Sflver B£oon. To all this Fhra Athiett readily assented; for he impatient to regain his chariot, and to bear away his lovely bride. But it is said that even to this day, while Vela Chow is presiding in queenlike splendor over the jealous Dow- astras, Fhra Athiett is foolish enough at times (for HOW and then he cannot restrain his affection) to attem] kiss her. When all the Siamese, fearing lest he should again be dethroned, turn out en masse, and shunt, an. I fire cannons, and beat drums, to warn him of the impropriety of his proceedings; which in the space of two or three hours — this being the time, it is said, that sound I to travel to the sun and moon — generally produces the desired effect of recalling the monarch to himself Thus are the gold and silver mines, and the lunar and solar eclipses, accounted for in the Siamese legends ; and annual pilgrimages are still made to the cavern where the lovely Vela Chow plighted her troth to P'hra Athiett. • Cambridge : Electrotyped and Printed by Welch, Digelow, & Co. I niversit) ol North c arolina al ( hapel Hill [cquired Through the Fund Established SARAH GRAHAM kl \ \\ K\K! Hook (