CHAPTER XLI.
There is an old-time toast which is golden for its beauty.
"When you ascend the hill of prosperity may you not meet a friend." -- Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar.
The next picture that drifts across the field of my memory is one which is connected with religious things.

We were taken by friends to see a Jain temple.

It was small, and had many flags or streamers flying from poles standing above its roof; and its little battlements supported a great many small idols or images.

Upstairs, inside, a solitary Jain was praying or reciting aloud in the middle of the room.

Our presence did not interrupt him, nor even incommode him or modify his fervor.