I am of course prepared to admit that there are prettier places on the face of this earth of ours than Singapore; there are, however, I venture to assert, few that are more interesting, and certainly none that can afford a better study of human life and character.

There, if you are so disposed, you may consider the subject of British Rule on the one hand, and the various aspects of the Chinese question on the other.

If you are a student of languages you will be able to hear half the tongues of the world spoken in less than an hour's walk, ranging say from Parisian French to Pigeon English; you shall make the acquaintance of every sort of smell the human nose can manipulate, from the sweet perfume of the lotus blossom to the diabolical odour of the Durien; and every sort of cooking from a dainty _vol-au-vent_ to a stuffed rat.

In the harbour the shipping is such as, I feel justified in saying, you would encounter in no other port of its size in the world.

It comprises the stately man-of-war and the Chinese Junk; the P.and O., the Messagerie Maritime, the British India and the Dutch mail-boat; the homely sampan, the yacht of the globe-trotting millionaire, the collier, the timber-ship, and in point of fact every description of craft that plies between the Barbarian East and the Civilized West.