English factory on the Malabar coast, something more than six 
hundred miles from Bombay, in the latitude of 8" 39 north, and 
7 6° 40 east longitude. On a narrow bank of sand, its western 
side bounded by the sea, and the eastern bv a river, were two rows 
of houses, forming a street about five hundred yards in length; the 
north end terminated by the Portugueze church, and the English 
burying-ground; the south by the fort and lower batteries: this 
fortress, which reached nearly from the sea to the river, contained 
store houses, accommodations for the garrisons* and apartments 
for the chief, who was a member of council at Bombay. The civil 
servants and military officers resided in tolerable houses; the na- 
tives generally in thatched huts. The Portugueze church, white 
tombs, a respectable fortress, and other accompaniments, sur- 
rounded by cocoa-nut woods, gave Anjengo a pleasing appear- 
ance. 
Before I left Europe, I had cherished delightful ideas of Pal- 
myra groves, and umbrageous banian trees: I said with our sweet 
descriptive bard, 
“ Lay me reclin’d 
“ Beneath the spreading tamarindj or in the maze 
“ Embowering endless of the Indian fig* 
“ Or stretch’d amid the orchards of the sun, 
ec Where high palmetos lift their graceful shade* 
“ Give me to drain the cocoa’s milky bowl ; 
“ And from the palm to draw its freshening wine! 
“ Gather the rich anana, India’s pride 
“ Of vegetable life * beyond whate’er 
“ The poets imag’d of the golden age : 
“ Quick, let me strip thee of thy tufted coat, 
“ Spread thy ambrosial stores, and feast with Jove! 
Thomson. 
