Altogether, I was much interested by Java.  As I have said, it is ruled entirely for the interest of the governing race.  No attempt is made to raise the natives.  I believe that the missionaries are not allowed to visit the interior.  I asked about schools, and ascertained that in the province of which the regency of Bantong forms a part, and which contains some 600,000 inhabitants, there were five; not, I suspect, much attended.  It was clear from the tone of the officials that there was no wish to educate the natives.  There is a kind of forced labour.  They pay a tithe of the produce of their rice-fields; are obliged (in certain districts) to plant coffee, and to sell the produce at a rate fixed by the Government; in others, to work on sugar estates, and, in all, to make roads.  Nevertheless, I am not satisfied that they are unhappy, or that the system can be called a failure.  In those districts which I visited there was no appearance of their being overworked; and I was assured that, on the sugar estates, the proprietors have no power of punishing those who do not work; that it rests with the officials exclusively to do so.  The tone of the officials on the subject is, that no punishment is necessary, because, although they are so lazy that if they had the choice they would never do anything, they do not make any difficulty about working when they are told to do so.  Economically it is a success.  The fertility of the island is very great, so that the labour of the natives leaves a large surplus after their own subsistence is provided for.  There are twenty provinces, in each of which the chief officer is the president—­a Dutchman; but the native chief (Regent) has the more direct relations with the people, arranges about their labour, &c.  The Dutch officials look after him, and see that he does not abuse his power.

[Sidenote:  Ceylon.]

Pressing eagerly forward, he reached Ceylon, the scene of so many anxieties and disasters, on the last day of February.

    Ceylon, March 2nd.—­I found here your letters to January 10th, and
    am relieved...  Where is our meeting to be?...  If I can, I shall take
    the route through Trieste and Paris.

On the 20th he writes from the neighbourhood of Mount Sinai:—­

[Sidenote:  Sinai.]

March 20th.—­Noon.—­We are now in the Gulf of Suez.  On the right side a row of arid mountains with serrated crests, and a margin of flat dry sand at the base, and behind them what is reputed to be Mount Sinai.  Only a glimpse of the latter can, however, be caught at one point, where there is a depression in the nearer range.  On the left there are mountains of a similar character, overtopped by one 10,000 feet high.  The sea is deeply blue and the sun scorching, but the air cool—­almost cold.  We have had a good deal of wind and sea against us for the last three days; but we passed the Straits of Jubal early this morning, and hope to be at Suez during the night.

On the 24th he was once more enjoying the fresh and invigorating breezes of Europe:—­