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grateful shade I stood for some minutes,, contemplating 
the splendour of the view around me, beholding every- 
where a mighty record of God’s omnipotence. It is 
hardly possible to imagine how frequently this con- 
viction is forced upon the mind while travelling in 
this magnificent country —for here the prodigies of Art 
bear a sort of collateral testimony to the wonders of 
Nature; but yet, how does the vast and stately gran- 
deur of the mountain, crowned with everlasting snow, 
rising in solemn dignity from the plain, with all its 
accompaniments of animal, vegetable, and mineral pro- 
duction, and projecting its lofty crest into the clouds, 
as if to hold communion with beings of a higher 
world — how does it bring down to the lowest extreme 
of comparative insignificance the mightiest productions 
of human labour ! It is clear that Nature has every- 
where furnished the elements of Art ; the one is an 
accessory to the other ; and consequently, wherever Art 
prevails in its greater dignity and success, the glories 
of Nature are heightened to the contemplations of the 
philosopher, and even to the commonest admirer of 
the Creator’s works ! 
In no country upon earth, not even excepting Upper 
Egypt, have the prodigious powers of the human mind 
been displayed to a greater extent than in India; and 
I confess I never entertained so exalted an idea of 
human capability as it deserves until I had witnessed 
those stupendous productions of man’s ingenuity, so 
frequently presented to the traveller’s eye on the 
peninsula of Hindostan. 
Struck by the scene before me, I sat myself down 
upon a stone under the rocky porch of the cavern. 
