Mr.Malcom, the Baptist missionary, says that he was resting one day in a _zayat_ in a small village in Birmah, and was scarcely seated when a woman brought a nice mat for him to lie on.

Another brought cool water, and a man went and picked for him half a dozen good oranges.

None sought or expected, he says, the least reward, but disappeared, and left him to his repose.

He adds: "None can ascend the river without being struck with the hardihood, skill, energy, and good-humor of the Birmese boatmen.

In point of temper and morality they are infinitely superior to the boatmen on our Western waters.