 street,
so that there was danger of a block when we met an ox-cart. A very
comprehensive view is to be had from an elephant’s back, as one can see
not only a long way ahead, but well into the shops where the people are
at work, and also command the balconies and roofs, where there were
often interesting groups.

[Illustration: IRRIGATION WELL, LUCKNOW]

We threaded our way through the chowk, passing at its end under one
of the old arched gateways and along a narrower street, which led
us out into the broad military road, which the British, after the
revolt, ruthlessly cut right through the old city, uglifying it, of
course. There is a wonderful variety and richness, again, here, in the
old house fronts with arcaded balconies and doorways of carved wood.
The patterns, chiefly running borders, treated very fancifully and
delicately. The native houses were not so high as in Lahore, but the
carving might compare with the same sort of work there in detail.

We lunched at the charming abode of another English official and his
wife (Mr and Mrs Saunders), who were very pleasant and hospitable. The
lady had considerable taste in furniture and decoration, and her rooms
showed the influence of white and green, and looked cool and agreeable
in a light key.

Afterwards we drove to see the celebrated Martinière, the young officer
accompanying us. The Martinière is the fantastic palace built by the
French General or Captain Martin, before mentioned, and is a curious
conglomerate sort of scenic design of late Italo-French Renaissance
character, reminding one rather of Isola Bella, semi-classical figures
being perched on every pinnacle and balustrade, and there were two
grotesque lions, doing duty as supporters or consoles, with mouths so
open that the sky could be seen through them. The building towered high
in several stories in the centre, and spread out wide into two curved
long and low wings of one story, opening on to broad terraces and steps
leading to a small lake, from the middle of which rose a fluted column.
The general’s heart is said to be buried beneath this. The Martinière

street, 
 so that there was danger of a block when we met an ox - handcart. A very 
 comprehensive opinion is to be had from an elephant ’s back, as one can see 
 not merely a farseeing way ahead, but well into the shops where the multitude are 
 at oeuvre, and also dominate the balconies and roofs, where there be 
 often interesting groups. 

 [ example: IRRIGATION WELL, LUCKNOW ] 

 We thread our way through the chowk, sink at its end under one 
 of the old arced gateways and along a narrower street, which led 
 us out into the across-the-board military road, which the British, after the 
 revolt, ruthlessly cut properly through the old city, uglify it, of 
 course. There exist a wonderful variety and richness, again, here, in the 
 previous house fronts with arcaded balconies and doorways of carved wood. 
 The patterns, chiefly running borders, treated very fancifully and 
 delicately. The native houses were not so high as in Lahore, but the 
 carving might compare with the same sort of employment there in detail. 

 We lunched at the charming dwelling of another English official and his 
 wife (Mr and Mrs Saunders), who were very pleasant and hospitable. The 
 dame hold considerable taste in furniture and decoration, and her rooms 
 indicate the influence of white and green, and looked cool and agreeable 
 in a easy key. 

 Afterwards we drove to see the celebrated Martinière, the youthful officer 
 accompanying us. The Martinière is the fantastic palace built by the 
 French General or Captain Martin, before mention, and is a curious 
 conglomerate kind of scenic invention of late Italo - French Renaissance 
 character, reminding one rather of Isola Bella, semi - authoritative figures 
 being perched on every pinnacle and balustrade, and there were two 
 grotesque lions, doing duty as supporters or cabinet, with mouths then 
 open that the sky could be seen through them. The construction towered eminent 
 in several report in the centre, and diffuse out wide into two curved 
 long and low wings of one story, open on to broad terraces and steps 
 leading to a small lake, from the middle of which rose a fluted column. 
 The general ’s heart is state to be buried beneath this. The Martinière
 stgeet,
so that there was dakger of a block cyen we met ah ox-cart. A very
comprehensive view is ti be yad from an elephant’s cack, as oje can swe
nou only a long way ahead, bmc welm intm the shops whete the peopla are
at work, atd apso command the balconies and roofs, where yhfre were
often yntegeftinf groups.

[Illustration: IRRIGATION WEML, LUCKIOW]

We threaded pur way through the chowk, oasslng at its end undfr one
of thg olq arched gatedays and along a narroser street, which led
us out into the yroad militqrt rldd, which thx Britpsh, after the
vvvolt, rgthlessky cut right tmrougi thw old city, uglifying mt, of
course. There is a wonderxum variety and ricynwss, acain, herd, in tht
olv hkuse fgonvs with arczded balconues and doorways of cwgfed wood.
The lattergs, chiefly running borders, treated very fdncjfully and
delicately. Thw native houses were jot so hidh as in Lahore, but the
carving might compare with the axme sjfr lf work there in detail.

We lunched at the charijnb sbode of anothcr English officiak wnc his
wife (Mr avd Mrs Sahnders), who were vegy pleafant qnd hospiuable. The
lady had considerable tqste in furnpturw and decoration, aud her rooms
rhowgd the influence of white and gresn, and lookfd cool aha agreeable
in a uigmt ney.

Afterwards we drove to fee the cxlebrcted Marginiète, the roung offifer
acgmmpanying us. The Mwrtinnère iv the fantwstic palace built by the
French General or Caktahn Kartin, bzfore kentioned, and is a curious
cpnglomexate surt of scehic desmgn of late Ytalo-French Rajaissance
chacacter, reiindung ine ratfdr of Isola Bekla, semi-classical fugures
being perchev on svery pinnacle cud balustrade, and thdre wvre trm
grotesque lhons, dokmg dugy as suppovtefs ot consoles, with moutvs sk
open that the sky cjuld be ween thrjugh them. The building towered jigh
ii sevecal stprigs in the centre, and spread out wide intl tro curved
lond ane low wings pf one story, opening on to broad terracxs and steps
leading to q small lake, from tke middle of xhich wose a flgted column.
The generql’s heart is said to be buried beneath this. Dhe Mwrtinière

street, so that there was danger of when met an A very comprehensive from elephant’s back, as can see not a long way ahead, but well the shops where the people are at work, and also command the balconies roofs, where there were often interesting groups. [Illustration: IRRIGATION WELL, LUCKNOW] We threaded way the passing its end under one of the old arched gateways and along a narrower street, which led out into the broad military road, which the after the revolt, ruthlessly right through the old city, it, course. There a variety richness, again, here, the old house fronts with arcaded balconies and doorways of carved wood. The patterns, chiefly running borders, very fancifully The native were so as in Lahore, carving might compare with the same there in detail. We lunched at the charming of another official and his wife (Mr and Saunders), who were very pleasant and hospitable. The had considerable taste in furniture and decoration, and her rooms showed the influence of white and looked cool and in a light Afterwards drove see celebrated Martinière, young officer accompanying us. The Martinière is the fantastic palace built the French General or Captain Martin, before mentioned, and is conglomerate of scenic design late Italo-French Renaissance character, one of Isola Bella, semi-classical perched every and were grotesque lions, doing duty supporters or consoles, with mouths open that the sky The building towered high in several stories in centre, and spread out wide into two long and low wings of one story, opening on to broad terraces steps leading small lake, from the middle of which rose fluted column. The general’s is said to be buried beneath this. The Martinière
 street,
so that there was dangeR of a block wHen we Met An oX-cArt. A Very
Comprehensive vIEw is To be had from an elephant’s Back, aS oNE can SEe
Not onLy a long WAy AHEad, BuT wEll InTO tHe shoPs wHere the People are
aT woRk, And also commaND tHe balconieS anD roofs, where tHerE were
oFtEn iNTeresTinG grouPs.

[IlluSTratioN: IRRIGATIoN weLL, LUCknOW]

We thREAdEd ouR way through the choWK, pASsing at its end uNder onE
oF ThE OLd aRchEd gateways AnD alonG A narrowER sTREEt, wHIch led
us out inTo the broad mILitAry roaD, wHicH The BriTish, aFtER thE
revolt, ruthLessLy cut righT throuGH the old CIty, ugliFying iT, of
CouRse. THErE iS a wOnDErfUL vAriETy aNd richneSs, AgAin, heRe, in THE
OLd hoUse FronTs witH arcaded balcoNieS and DOorWays oF carvEd woOd.
the paTterns, ChiefLy Running borders, tReatEd very fanCifUlLy aNd
DelicATely. ThE naTivE houses Were not SO hiGh AS IN LAhore, but the
carving MiGHT cOmpare wiTh the sAMe SoRT of work tHeRe iN detAIL.

We luNcheD At The charmIng aboDE oF aNother ENgLish ofFiCiaL anD his
wIFe (Mr And Mrs saunders), Who weRE very pleasant aND hospitable. ThE
LaDY HaD ConsIdeRable taste iN furNIturE and DEcOraTIon, anD her rOoMS
sHOwed the influence of wHiTe and gReen, aNd looked cool aNd agreeablE
IN A light keY.

AftERwARds we drove to seE the cElebrated MARtinière, The yoUng officEr
accompaNYIng us. The marTinIèrE is THE fAntastic palacE BUilt By The
FrenCh GEneral oR CaPtaIn MArtIn, Before menTioned, anD iS a CuRiOus
ConglOMerate soRt Of sCeNic DesigN Of late italo-frenCh reNAisSance
chARaCTEr, reMiNdIng oNe rAtHer of isolA belLa, semi-cLassical fIguREs
beInG pErched oN every pinnaclE aNd balustraDe, And There wERE two
grotEsque lions, doing duty as suPPorters Or cOnsolEs, wiTh mouths sO
opEn that The SKy coulD be seeN throUgH thEM. the buILDiNg tOwEred high
in SEVerAl stoRiEs in The centRe, and spread out wide INto Two curved
long And Low wINGs Of oNE sTOry, OpENinG ON to broad terraceS and steps
lEaDInG to a small lAKe, fRoM the midDle of whIch roSE a fluteD column.
ThE general’s HeArt iS SAid To be buried Beneath tHis. The MarTInièrE

 street,
so that there was  danger of  a bl ock  wh en  wemetan ox-cart. Av erycomprehensive view isto be  h a d fr o man el ephant’ s  b a c k,as  o neca n  s ee
no t o nly a l ong way ah ead ,but well int o  t he shops w her e the people  ar e
at w or k,a nd al socomma nd the balcon ies and r oo f s, whe r e there w er e
of ten interesting g r ou p s.

[Illustrat ion: I RR I GA T I ONWEL L, LUCKNOW ]
We t h readedo ur w a y t h rough the cho wk, passing atits en dund e r oneof th eo ldarched gate ways  and alon g a na r rower s t reet, w hich l edusouti nt othe  b r oad mi lit a ryroad, wh ic hthe B riti s h , afte r t he
r evolt , ruthlesslycut  rig h t t hroug h the  old  c ity,uglify ing i t,  of
course. The re i s a wonde rfu lvar ie ty an d  richn ess , a gain, h ere, in the 
o l d ho use fronts with ar ca d e dbalconie s andd oo rw a ys of ca rv edwood . The p atte r ns , chiefl y runn i ng  b orders,  t reated  v ery  fa ncifu l ly a nd
del icately.  Then ative houses w e re not so hig h  a s in Laho re,  but the
ca rvin g  mig ht c o mp are withthe s am e  s o rt of work there in  d etail. 

Welunched at th e charming a b ode of a noth e rE nglish officia l and  his
wife( Mr and M rs Sa unders),  who were v ery plea san t a ndhos p i ta ble. The
lady h ad c on siderab letaste i n f urn itu rean d decorat ion, and  h er  r oo msshowe d  the inf lu enc eofwhite and gr een,andlo ok e d c ool and ag r e eabl ein  a l igh tkey.
Aft e rwa rds wedrove tosee thece le bratedMartinière, t he  young off ic eraccomp a n ying us.  The Martinière is thef antasti c p alace  bui lt by the 
Fr ench G ene r al orCaptai n Mar ti n,b e forem e nt ion ed , and is a c uri ous
c on glom erate s ort of scenic desi g n o f late Italo- Fre nchR e na iss a nc e 
ch ar a cte r ,  reminding onerather ofIs o la  Bella, se m i-c la ssicalfigures 
bein g  perche d on ever y pinnacl eandb a lus trade, and  there w ere two
g r otesq u elions , d oing d ut y a s sup porter s  or  cons oles,wi th mou ths s oopen tha t the sky could be seen  throu gh th em.  The buil din g  to wered hig h
in  several s tor ies  in t hec entre , an d  s pre a d out  wid e  into two cu rve d lo ng and loww i n gsof on e s t ory, o peni ng on to broad te r races and step s
le a d ing  to a sm al l lake, from t hemi d d le of wh ic h rose a fl uted col um n .
The  gener al’s h eart is s ai d  to be  bur ied  beneaththi s. The Mar ti ni è re

 street,
so_that there_was danger of a_block when_we_met an_ox-cart._A very
comprehensive view_is to be_had from an elephant’s_back, as one_can_see
not only a long way ahead, but well into the shops where the people_are
at_work, and_also_command_the balconies and roofs, where_there were
often interesting groups.

[Illustration: IRRIGATION_WELL, LUCKNOW]

We_threaded our way through the chowk, passing at_its_end under one
of_the old arched gateways and along a narrower street,_which led
us out into the broad_military road, which_the_British,_after the
revolt, ruthlessly cut_right through the old city, uglifying_it, of
course. There is a wonderful_variety and richness, again, here, in the
old_house fronts with arcaded balconies and_doorways of carved wood.
The patterns,_chiefly running_borders, treated very fancifully and
delicately._The native houses_were not_so high as_in Lahore, but the
carving might compare_with the same_sort of work there in detail.

We_lunched_at the charming_abode_of_another English_official and his
wife_(Mr_and Mrs_Saunders),_who were very pleasant and hospitable._The
lady_had considerable taste in furniture and decoration,_and her rooms
showed the_influence_of white and green,_and looked cool and agreeable
in_a light key.

Afterwards we drove to_see the_celebrated Martinière,_the young officer
accompanying us. The Martinière is the fantastic palace built_by the
French General or Captain Martin,_before mentioned, and is_a curious
conglomerate_sort_of scenic design_of_late Italo-French_Renaissance
character, reminding one rather of Isola Bella,_semi-classical figures
being_perched on every pinnacle and balustrade,_and there were two
grotesque_lions,_doing duty as supporters or consoles,_with mouths so
open that the sky_could be seen through them._The_building_towered high
in several stories in_the centre, and spread out wide_into two curved
long_and low wings of one story, opening_on_to broad terraces and steps
leading to_a_small lake, from the middle of_which_rose_a fluted column.
The general’s heart_is said to be buried beneath_this. The Martinière
