For years this image was lost in the jungle, but not long since it was discovered, and the British government promised that if the Buddhists would restore the image the property should be sacredly protected. This was done, and to-day thousands of visitors from all parts of the world marvel at the colossal figure decorated with fine gold leaf and gorgeous inlay work. This Buddha is one hundred and eighty-one feet in length, and represents the Master with his head on a pillow and an expression of active satisfaction-which does not seem to reveal the extinction of all desire on his face. On either side of the gateway leading to the immense shed that covers this reclining Buddha are two monster guardian dragons. The one on the right has no tongue, while the one on the left possesses this member intact. The ready explanation of the natives is simple, the right hand figure is the male, while the other is a female!

Some distance from this figure, in a neglected spot, is another remarkable image, the only one of its kind in the world. Here we have the figure of the Dead Buddha. Tradition says that Gotama died from the effects of eating pork curry, because he did not have the heart to refuse the dish when a brother priest offered it to him, although he knew that he ought not to partake of it. This last episode in the life of the Teacher is portrayed out here in the jungle by means of a series of groups, the climax of which is the Dead

Buddha. In the first group we see a green figure of Mara (Satan) tempting him to eat the curry. Then there is a group of astrologers talking the matter over. Another group shows shows a close friend returning to the sick bed with a vessel of water. Lastly there is the prostrate figure of the Teacher as he lies dead in the midst of a group of adoring followers. The physician is sitting there too, with a far-away look in his eyes. We asked what he was doing, and our priest-guide replied, "O, he is so surprised over the failure of his medicine that he has gone off into a trance."

A VISIT TO A MONASTERY

The Buddhist priest is easily recognized wherever one meets him, in India, Burma or Ceylon. His head is always closely shaven and his robes are generally of a dark and dingy yellow or orange color. As soon as a priest gives himself to this work he ceases then and there to handle money, and begins to beg his food and clothing from philanthropic laymen. The rules in this regard are very strict and are apparently obeyed to the letter. One day we saw four Buddhist priests board a street car and watched rather curiously to see how they would manage the matter of carfare. They were prepared for the occasion, however, for accompanying them was a little boy who handled the "filthy lucre" for the whole crowd. In Malaysia and China priests fully ordained are

marked with six or eight little white scars arranged like domino spots on the tops of their heads. In the ordination ceremony while the priest is kneeling, pieces of incense are placed on his head and ignited. If he moves a muscle or cries with pain as they burn their way through the hair and flesh to the bone of the skull, he is judged unfit for the office. If, on the other hand, he faces the ordeal bravely, the scars on his head ever afterward constitute his ordination credentials. In Burma we had the privilege of visiting a monastery, and found the priests, some twentyfive in number, very polite and cordial. The building was situated some miles from the town in a grove of trees, and on this particular day the place was crowded with people who had come for miles to attend the funeral of one of the priests. Inside the monastery we found one large room in which evidently the priests ate, slept, and studied. There was an entire absence of furniture, and everything seemed to be bare and uninviting.

Near the entrance to the monastery stood the huge figure of an elephant made of cloth and bamboo and mounted on a wagon. On his back was a box containing the body of the dead priest, which had been embalmed in honey for a month. The funeral, which lasted three days, had been made a gay occasion, and out in the open spaces before the monastery numerous booths had been erected in which informal re