the British not having "annexed"
this special territory. The prince is a middle-aged, affable, and
intelligent person, very courteous to strangers, but especially so to
Americans, concerning whose government he is quite inquisitive. He is a
man of more than ordinary culture, has traveled much, is exceedingly
progressive in his ideas, and seems to command the respect of the
English, and of all who are brought within his circle.

Jeypore is well fortified, and the prince keeps up a modest military
organization. In driving about the city we observed long rows of
dwelling-houses, rose-tinted, with pretty verandas and latticed windows,
besides numerous large and well-arranged public structures devoted to
educational purposes; some for teaching music, others devoted to the
fine arts, and some to the primary branches of education, such as
arithmetic, geography, etc. We were told that several able foreign
teachers were in the Maharajah's employment, the schools all being free.
Among the public buildings we noticed the palace, half a mile long, and
eight stories high, well divided into courts, gardens, and public halls.
In one of the latter was being held an extensive fair of Indian goods
and manufactures, which for variety, comprehensiveness, richness of the
articles, and judicious arrangement, would have done credit to any
European city. We noticed a public mint, an observatory, a hospital,
and a large arsenal. All these, as well as a very considerable number of
the dwelling-houses, bore a certain conspicuous mark, showing them to
belong to the Maharajah. He is much more western than eastern in his
ideas; more ready to expend his large revenue for the public good than
to build Peacock Thrones, which at the same time excite the marvel and
cupidity of the world; and so this very presentable city, in the heart
of India, is a mixture of Orientalism and European innovation, the
streets even being lighted by gas. Though, to speak honestly, this last
fact seemed a trifle out of place; wild monkeys and crocodiles in the
environs, and gaslights in the streets!

Jeypore is a beautiful little city, and ancient withal, though there are
no ruins here; everything gives evidence of present prosperity, peace,
and abundance. The houses are painted in a toy-like manner, but are neat
and pretty. Queer little canvas-covered, two-wheeled carts, their tops
shaped like half an egg-shell, and drawn by a single bullock, trot about
the streets in a v