. Indika. The country and the people of India and Ceylon . fragment of a ruin. But it marks the site of the most remoteof all the Delhis. It is the worn and wasted fragment of thefirst city which stood in all this region. One can see to-daywhere the old gates once swung on their hinges. But all the gates are closed or gone now, except one, thatthrough which we went. We went along a rough and narrowlane, with beggars and the blind on either hand to greet us bytheir piteous cries for pice. We reached a beautiful mosque, andclimbed up as high as we could, and then looked off upon thegreat valley
. Indika. The country and the people of India and Ceylon . fragment of a ruin. But it marks the site of the most remoteof all the Delhis. It is the worn and wasted fragment of thefirst city which stood in all this region. One can see to-daywhere the old gates once swung on their hinges. But all the gates are closed or gone now, except one, thatthrough which we went. We went along a rough and narrowlane, with beggars and the blind on either hand to greet us bytheir piteous cries for pice. We reached a beautiful mosque, andclimbed up as high as we could, and then looked off upon thegreat valley of the Jamna. We lingered long in this abode ofdesolation. Near by, just across a narrow lane, is the ruin whereHumayun kept his great library. But none of his precious vol-umes have been preserved. The books have gone with the reader,into oblivion. THE ELD Hi: DELHI. 651 A feeble old man was our guide about these lanes, and out inthe open place overlooking the great vale. \\\> mind was filledwith images of departed glory, He was himself a pari of his. A TOMB IX OLD DELHI. sad story. Older ruins, but not a more striking type of the past,did I see that day than the aged man from whom I parted atthe old imperial gateway, with its crumbling, but still glowing,ornaments of rich tiles. CHAPTER LXXIV. THE JAMA MASJID.—DELHI IN THE MUTINY. The rest of ray time in Delhi was spent in the examinationof objects of more recent date. I went again to the Fort, andsaw the Halls of Audience and the Baths. The endeavor to seethe precious little mosque once more was fruitless, for its brassdoors were closed. Twice I visited the Jama Masjid, or GreatMosque. Here is a mosque, elevated, with its immense court,upon a broad platform. You reach the platform by three greatstairways, which, because of the easy and graceful ascent, remindone of the steps by which the Greeks reached their Parthenon. As I looked at these steps of the Jama Masjid, again andagain, they made sucli an impression of majest
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