A certain Shaster commands: “If a man goes on a journey, his wife shall not divert herself by play, nor shall see any public show, nor shall laugh, nor shall dress herself in jewels or fine clothes, nor hear music, nor shall sit at the window, nor shall behold anything choice and rare, but shall fasten well the house door and remain private, and shall not eat any dainty food, and shall not blacken her eyes with powder, and shall not view her face in a mirror. She shall never amuse herself in any such agreeable employment during the absence of her husband.” The following incidents will show how the laws of Manu, in the case of women, are carried out. Miss Brittan, for many years a missionary, in India, says: “When I teach in one house, I sit up-stairs in a little veranda, which is walled all around. Into the veranda a strongly-barred window opens, behind which sit the women who are being taught, passing their books and work through the bars. I always think of our Saviour’s words when visiting them--‘I was in prison, and ye came unto me.’ A woman, whose eyes filled with tears when she saw a flower which was brought her to copy in wool, said: ‘Ah, this reminds me of the time when I was a child, for there were others like this in my father’s garden, and I have not seen it for so long.’ Then, pointing a few yards before her to a high wall covered with dirt and moss, she added: ‘That is the only prospect I have had for years.’... Yesterday, I entered a house which was exactly like those I had read of before I came to India. The Baboo, or gentleman of the house, had a suite of rooms furnished elegantly--rich carpets, sofas, chairs, beautiful paintings and statuary, with a centretable covered with vases and curiosities. It really was refreshing to see such beauty and elegance. But, alas! I was shown to the women’s apartments, and the tears would come to my eyes, notwithstanding my efforts to restrain them. Ah, how sad! The Baboo spoke English to me, and was a gentleman. His wife sat on a dirty mat, which was thrown on a damp stone floor, her hair uncombed, her one article of clothing--a sarree--wretchedly dirty, and the appearance of everything in the bare, miserable little room she lived in was that of lowest heathenism. As I saw no chair, I sat down on the mat beside the woman until a servant brought me one, which he said the Baboo had sent me.” A well-known missionary relates the following illustrative incident: