IT must, I think, have been in 1916, a time when Europe I was too much preoccupied to remember the existence of a little island called Bali, that I came by chance into the possession of some very beautiful photographs. One of my friends had got them from an acquaintance-a doctor who lived in Bali. They made such an impression on me that I begged my friend to give me them; and I kept turning aga…