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Kaces and tournaments, polo, archery, cricket, lawn 

 tennis, and golf, are only a few of the afternoon entei'- 

 tainments, generally accompanied by the music of a 

 military band, and giving plenty opportunity for 

 harmless flirtation and hilarity. Dinner and garden 

 parties, as well as balls, are likewise of frequent 

 occurrence, and when the hot season approaches, those 

 who can get away take flight to the Neilgherry 

 hills. 



Bangalore sports a model farm, which is irrigated by 

 means of an ingenious apparatus (Plate VT.), made of 

 bamboo, the "shaloof " of the ancient, as well as modern, 

 Egyptians. I very much fear, however, that this farm 

 is doomed to have its useful career cut short by the 

 present mania for economy. Here I also saw a niost 

 primitive oil mill, the "checkoo," consisting of a clumsy 

 wooden mortar and a pestle driven by oxen. The 

 latter belonged to the famous Mysore breed, the 

 " Amrut Mahal," splendid large fawn-coloured animals. 



A small village separates the farm from the " Lal- 

 bagh," the finest botanical garden in India, which 

 does full justice to its manager, Mr. Cameron. 



A long avenue of Portia trees (TJiespasia populona) 

 covered with handsome yellow funnel-shaped flowers, 

 leads to its entrance gates, and within there is a splendid 



