The town itself is small and ugly, consisting of nothing but a mass of small shops, with natives passing to and fro.
The few houses that belong to Europeans, the places of business, and the barracks, are all outside the town, upon small hills.

Large sheets of artificial water, surrounded by splendid stone balustrades, and shaded by alleys of the mighty tulip-tree, occupy a portion of the valley.

On the side of one of these basins, stands the famous Buddhist temple of Dagoha, which is built in the Moorish- Hindostanee style, and richly ornamented.
On my leaving the coach, one of the passengers was kind enough to recommend me a good hotel, and to call a native and direct him where to conduct me.

When I reached the hotel, the people there said that they were very sorry, but that all their rooms were occupied.

I asked them to direct my guide to another establishment, which they did.