THE REAL MALAY
he is not a bigot; indeed, his tolerance compares
favourably with that of the professing Christian,
and, when he thinks of these matters at all, he
believes that the absence of hypocrisy is the beginning
of religion. He has a sublime faith in God,
the immortality of the soul, a heaven of cestatic
earthly delights, and a hell of punishments, which
every individual is so confident will not be his own
portion that the idea of its existence presents no
terrors.
Christian missionaries of all denominations have apparently abandoned the hope of his conversion.
In his youth, the Malay boy is often beautiful, a thing of wonderful eyes, eyelashes, and eyebrows, with a far-away expression of sadness and solemnity, as though he had left some better place for a compulsory exile on earth.
Those eyes, which are extraordinarily large and clear, seem filled with a pained wonder at all they see here, and they give the impression of a constant effort to open ever wider and wider in search of something they never find. Unlike the child of Japan, this cherub never looks as if his nurse had forgotten to wipe his nose. He is treated with elaborate respect, sleeps when he wishes, and sits up till any hour of the night if he so desires, eats
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