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the profits of a bad.
[The old ones here-hyes they tell him that there are three things that you cannot separate
from one "Indian"--venality, forsworn, and rupees. Now me totally
doesn't agree with the old one here-hyes. Secretly I am a great admirer of the
Indian, and publicly I treat always it with respect. I have man
respects for him that I don't show never it to the temptation. I pay well it,
I explain to him my eccentric opinions on receiving gifts and me
remember to the moral ones and electrifying ownership of the different one
kind of reed that almost has thoughtfully Nature so provident
everywhere in India. The consequence is that my chuprassieses don't do
you dirty their hands with spurious gratifications, and figuredly
describe me as them father and mother.]
I feel that the Government of India proposes to form a mixed committee
of Rajas and chuprassies to discuss the question as to if native
heads never damage gifts and native servants ever pick them up. It is
it was waited that a favourable of the relationship to the Indian morality they will be the
result. Rajas Joe Hookham will clearly preside.--YOU HAUL BABA K.C.B.
No XII
THE PLANTER
A GROWER PRINCE
[The illustration: The Planter--"A prince of grower."]
[October 25 th 1879]
The Planter lives to-day as all of us we lived fifty years ago. Him alive in
state and the generosity as the God of Burleigh. Him alive as that fine
old gentleman English that had an old piece of ground of ground, and that it held on his/her old man
mansion to an old generous percentage. Him alive in a great way to it thickens him;
him alive in numbers of circle; him alive as a hero. Everything is Homeric
around him. He firmly establishes him in the earth with great joy
and the abundance; and he gathers you round off him everybody that life does full-tuned up
and harmonious, from the great stamp of clear draught-beer and the
organ-thunder to chase, to the octave flute and tintinnabulum of Poker
and maraschino. Its life is a fresco-painting on that of the Cyclopaean
Raphaelite has poured his/her rainbows from a fire-motor of one hundred