Observing his agitation, Kanto Babu observed gently, "I don't see why a matter, which is not even mentioned in our Shástras (holy books), should cause one moment's hesitation.

" "Not so fast, friend," shouted the bailiff.

The Indian peasant's lot is not a happy one.

"And the son of a pig owes me rent?" "Now, please, do not abuse me, Babuji," protested Sádhu, "only listen to my tale for one minute!"

Again his arrears of rent were demanded, and once more he feebly protested that he could not discharge them.

Rich people find little difficulty in securing suitable matches for their girls; but Babu Jadunath Basu, widely known as "Jadu Babu," was not blessed with a large share of this world's goods; and his sister Basumati was close on her teens.

The marriage-broker had certainly suggested more than one aspirant for her hand, but they were not to Jadu Babu's liking.

A match was at length offered which was passably good, although it did not answer Jadu Babu's expectations.

Rashbehari Babu's scepticism vanished, and he assented to his nephew's whispered hint that they need not ask Jogesh to produce the barabharan.

The luckless girl was kept on very short commons and locked into a dark room when she was not engaged in rough household work.

Such an acquaintance was not to be lost sight of.

" "Sir, I am ready to declare in the name of God and His Prophet that I gave her nothing but homopotik, only nuxo bomicka (nux vomica) in doses which would not have harmed a baby.

Nalini Babu was not long in ascertaining how the land lay.

"We must not loiter, for we should be suspected of plotting together.

Except he hadn't gotten the job done, not unless you counted the paintings as kids.

We're not a police state, yet.

Not going to pull out those hinges.

It is a fact; and one that forebodes serious consequences, not only to the Negro but to any class of citizens who may happen to come into disfavor with some other class.

Red shirts have entered the pulpits, and it is a matter boasted of rather than condemnedthe South is not the only scene of such outrages.

On July 1, 1898, our regiment was not a part of the firing line, and was not ordered on that line until the fire got so hot that the white troops positively refused to go forward.

Poor Hood had also to unite comedy with tragedy,not for a night, or a day, or a week, but for months and years.

But in the intermingling of the grotesque and terrible, and in the infinite diversification of them as thus united, not only has Hood no equal, but no rival.

Not to carry this melancholy list farther,which might be indefinitely prolonged,we close it with the name of Thomas Hood.

He gives them distinctly to understand, that they need not go out of themselves to form a just estimation of their position, duties, and prospects, as standing in the presence of the Messiah.

With such a temper, they WOULD NOT; in such circumstances, they COULD NOT.