It is unspeakably sacred in Hindoo eyes, and is as unsanitary as it is sacred, and smells like the rind of the dorian.

It is the headquarters of the Brahmin faith, and one-eighth of the population are priests of that church.

But it is not an overstock, for they have all India as a prey.

All India flocks thither on pilgrimage, and pours its savings into the pockets of the priests in a generous stream, which never fails.

A priest with a good stand on the shore of the Ganges is much better off than the sweeper of the best crossing in London.