SCENES IN INDIA. 
CHAPTER I. 
MADRAS. THE MONSOON. 
India was the country which I fixed upon as the 
scene of my projected wanderings as soon as I became 
of age. I consequently took my passage in the Atlas 
Indiaman, and, after an agreeable voyage of little 
more than four months, on the 26 th day of September 
we came in sight of the Asiatic shore. Early in the 
morning, Cape Comorin appeared like a dense cloud 
upon the distant horizon ; we passed it about noon, 
running gallantly up the Coromandel coast, where all 
those picturesque varieties in the landscape were pre- 
sented to our view for which that coast is distin- 
guished. Those bright tints, so common in this 
glowing clime, which were thrown over every object 
on the land, were continually varying with the rise 
and declension of the sun, exhibiting to the European 
eye a something at once so indefinitely impressive 
and strikingly new, that I felt for the moment rather 
a weight upon my spirits, and thought of Old England 
with keener regret than I had done since I quitted 
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