Life and Travel in Lower Burmah: A RetrospectPaske, C. T. (Charles Thomas)
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Life and Travel in Lower Burmah: A Retrospect
Paske, C. T. (Charles Thomas)
Burma -- Description and travel
It has always been inseparably connected with religion and religious
observances, from the organ and choir of Western religions to the drum
and cymbals of the East. If the imagination of the poet can give to
“airy nothing a local habitation and a name,” music has a yet greater
power; and they are indeed twin sisters, poetry and music raising the
civilized mind far above the ordinary range of things earthly. There
will doubtless always be some mortals, even in the highest stage of
civilization, who are nowise susceptible to the beauties of music;
of them our poet for all time has spoken in uncomplimentary terms,
perhaps harshly; but, if such a being is not to blame, he is at least
incomprehensible.
Among the many disadvantages under which Eastern nations labour,
is the absence of melody in the voices of the feathered tribe. Our
nightingale, thrush, and lark are all birds of sober plumage; but in
the East there are no vocal artists; no lark poising itself in mid-air
warbling forth in the early morn, and gladdening the heart of man
with its song; no thrush singing to its lady-love from the topmost
branch of a may-tree; no nightingale to lend its charm to a summer
twilight—nothing but gaudy plumage and burnished colours that dart
hither and thither “brief as the lightning in the collied night.”
The birds utter for the most part harsh, discordant sounds; and it
appears to me that the reason for this want of vocal sweetness is to
be found either in the climate or in the number of carrion-eaters. A
nightingale, for instance, singing from the leafy branch of a tamarind
tree, with a pack of jackals yelling beneath, would be a contrast
repugnant to nature, a dislocation of the fitness of things.
Our English vanity enables us to tolerate peacocks in the gardens
of the wealthy. For the sake of seeing them strut about terraces and
spread their tails in the sunlight, people will endure their torturing
cry at daybreak, and even turn a deaf ear to the complaints of the
gardener, who soon loses all patience with this most mischievous of
birds. I do not remember them in Burmah, but in India they are very
numerous, affecting in particular the denser jungles frequented by
tigers.
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