This great pillared hall, with its open courtyard covering an unbroken area of more than two acres, has actually witnessed the barbaric splendour of the Great Tiroomal Naik, and re-echoed with the roars of wild beasts and the shouts of the approving multitudes, or the more peaceful trumpeting of the elephants, and the chant and jangle of the Nautch girls. Whether it is that the mind instinctively depicts such scenes as these; whether it is from the effect of the tropical sun – the flood of fierce light which pours down vertically into this courtyard and reflects itself in subdued brilliance through the long pillared aisles of the interior; or whether it is that the very memories of history itself, lend age to a building well within historical times, I am unable to say, but whatever the cause I must confess that I feel, in common with most people who visit the place, those emotional sensations usually called into existence by the contemplation of a great work. 1