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INTRODUOTION.

The word Prabédha is derived from pra—meaning forth, or before, and bédha—knowledge, hence, it signifies the knowledge which dispels ignorance. In Professor H, H, Wilson's Dictionary, we find the following equivalents :—wakefuiness, active or vigilant state of being ; intellect, understanding, knowledge, wisdom. In the Marathi Dictionary, published under the direction of the Board of Education, in Bombay, the learned shastris aud pandits say that Prabédha means the knowledge which removes the darkness of wgnorance caused by the illusion of Maya, and shaws the relation- ship of self, or soul, with the Universe of matter and spirit, Mr, J, Taylor,the author of the work usesthe word “Intellect,” for Pra- bédha ; but it does not convey the full and comprehensive meaning as explained in Marathi Dictionary.

The word Chandrédaya.—from Chandra, the Moon, and udaya, the dawn, meaus—‘ The dawn or rising of the Moon.’ ‘The word ‘Moon’ is also used to express the God presiding over the mind, and sometimes the mind itself, There is such a close relation between the Moon and man's mind that the changes in her position affect the mind, either physically or morally, and produeo either good or bad results,

Prabidha Chandrédaya,—The Title of this book, may, therefore, be properly said to imply either “The dawn of the light, or knowledge dispelling the darkness resulting from the ignorance of mind, caused by the illusion of Maya” ; or “The spiritual awakening of the mind.”

This volume being simply a repriat of the translation, we retain the original Title of the book though, in our humble opinion, it does not convey fully the sense.

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 the clearer it becomes to me that you are here to do our bidding.

D. V. [evasively]: I hope I can see a joke even when it is at my expense.

Philip: If you weren’t so sordidly ugly. You weren’t always like that, you know.

D. V.: Really, Mr. Oldcastle.

Philip: You used to ride in armour on a fiery horse and slay with a flaming sword. Now, didn’t you?

D. V.: Upon my word I never did. I have always been just the same.

Philip: Ah, I thought as much. Death, you’re a fraud!

D. V.: I solemnly declare—

Philip: Shut up, and listen while I make my phrases. You’re a fraud because you are not beautiful. You’re a fraud because you are not logical. How can you pretend to finish the life of a man like me, with all my fine hopes and discovered dreams? Æsthetic considerations alone would convince me of my immortality when confronted by such a death as you. It is impossible that I have fared so far to be strangled by a bandit with the manners of a jobbing dentist?

D. V.: This regrettable violence of tone

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 fat black horses, your bobbing feathers, your starved and shivering footmen conducting a yellow box in a showcase to a field covered with monstrous wedding-cake ornaments, and I have asked myself who this Death could be, that was satisfied with so poor a ritual.

D. V.: My dear sir!

Philip: You make us ridiculous where, if you had any real significance, you would make us noble. You come slinking in behind the doctor and afflict a man with an absurd disease like the mumps. We cover his eyes with pennies and tie up his jaw, and hide him away so that our children may retain a decent pride in human nature. But we know that it is not the end. The thing’s incredible—a wood-louse would command a braver destiny. As for a poet!

D. V.: A poet!

Philip: I tell you, man, it will take a god to destroy me, and he will destroy me as he made me, with sweat and tears and anguish of heart. Even then I shall leave my inspiration, that part of me which lies beyond his power of creation, like a stain of blood on his murderous hands.

D. V.: I did not know that you were a poet. I should have been more careful.

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 window, and there will be no more deaths in Batter¬ sea. But you may be useful to me.

D. V. [limply]: Anything I can do, I’m sure

Philip: My wife and I are not satisfied with our apartments here in life. The skies are overcast, the beds are hard, and the food is insufficient and badly served. We want a change. We want a better place to live in, a place with blue skies, where the necessaries of life are cheaper. I do not ask you whether it lies within your power to give us this, because I am certain that you do not know. All I require of you is that you should come when we call you.

D. V.: I will come.

Philip: Very well, I don’t think there’s anything more this evening to keep you from your business.

D. V.: One moment, Mr. Oldcastle. I’m sorry our interview has been marred by a little unpleasantness, but I should like to say that I shall not forget your noble and inspiring remarks. Such as I am, man has made me, but if there were more men like you to cheer me on to the attainment of some ideal, I am sure I should play my part with a better grace. See now, I have torn up the order. I give you and your good lady carte blanche to die when you please. Good-night, sir; good-night, madam.

Philip: Good-night.

Dorothy: Do be careful; the stairs are so dangerous. [Exit D. V.]


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 Philip: There, he’s gone. Poor, little, well-meaning chap. It’s a pathetic thing to be the only mortal in a world of immortals.

Dorothy: I think you were rather hard on him, Philip. After all, he has his qualities.

Philip: Qualities?

Dorothy: I don’t know. It has always seemed to me that he is kind to children. There are other things, too; but I can’t think of them now, I’m so hungry.

Philip: I, too, darling. We come back to that, don’t we?

Dorothy: I’m tired of waiting for something to happen. I want to sleep and forget all about it.

Philip: All right. Let’s lie down side by side on the sofa. I’ll turn the gas on, and we’ll have a good night’s rest.

Dorothy: The gas?

Philip: Yes. We’ll have our friend back. It’s easy for us to die, because we know that we are immortal. What do we risk?

Philip: There. That ought to alter things a bit. Where are you, old girl?

Dorothy: Here, Philip.

Philip: Ah, that’s better, side by side, light out of the darkness.


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 * —Export of Straits Dollars prohibited—Jiuricksha.

 * —Straits Dollars may be changed at the Treasury—Bankrupt Estates, Sadong—Bankrupt Estates, Bau—Unclaimed Court Deposits—Bankruptcy Court, Kuching—Probate Notices, Bau—Unclaimed Deposits, Mukah—Outstation Money Orders—Export Duties—Consul for Sarawak—Postcards—Bankruptcy Court, Kuching—Sarawak Library.

 * —Mukah—Lundu—Paku—Sadong—Bau—Simanggang—Matang Estate—Limbang—Bintulu

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His Highness the Rajah, accompanied by Mr. H. F. Deshon as, arrived on the 14th April and spent some 4 months in the Country, part of which time His Highness occupied in visiting the Outstations. H. H. the Rajah Muda sailed for Europe on the 11th April, and is expected shortly to return.

On the departure of the Rajah in August the Hon'ble the Resident, Sir Perey Cunynghame, Bart. was appointed Administrator of the Government.

One of the principal events of the year was the suppression of a very widely organized Chinese Secret Society, the evidence being very conclusive and taking considerable time and trouble to collect.

At the beginning of the year exchange was fixed at 2s. 4d.—This had the effect of causing a great fall in the Dollar prices of produce, the low price of Pepper being greatly felt by planters, who, carried away probably by the high price pepper reached before, obtained excessive advances in cash and provisions, which they are now practically unable to repay unless their creditors give them a substantial rebate. Notwithstanding this, however, and the constant reports from Upper Sarawak and elsewhere of absconding gardeners, the quantity of pepper exported during the year has been far in excess of that sent out of the country in 1905. At the same time, referring once more to the Upper Sarawak reports and taking into consideration the fact that pepper is one of the principal industries of Sarawak and a great source of revenue in more ways than one, it would appear that serious steps must be taken to prevent the planters from swindling those from whom they had advances and provision, it being apparently a common dodge for them to sell their pepper for cash to someone with whom they have no debt and to abscond with the proceeds.

Consequent on low prices the export duties on jungle produce had to be reduced, but, taking the Customs receipts as a whole, as far as the returns are at present made up, we understand that they compare very favourably with the previous year, and though they will show an actual decrease in dollars this is more than discounted by the enhanced sterling value of the dollar.

The fixity of exchange has enabled the Post Office to give facilities to Outstations in the sending of Money Orders to India and Europe, and arrangements were also made during the year for the exchange of Money Orders with the Native States.

A useful addition to Shipping was the arrival in February of the s. s. Sarawak, a small steamer built to the order of the S. & S. Steamship Co. She has a capacity of about 145 tons and during the year has made numerous trips up and down the coast.

Some of the principal works upon which the Public Works Department has been engaged are the River Wall, New Fish Market, new Police Station at Batu Kawa, new Government Offices, laying down a ferro-concrete floor in Museum, a bridge in Kampong Grisik, and the Khoo Hun Yeang Street reclamation work. The coal shed was also remodelled for use as a Carpenters shed, the old Carpenters’ shed being thrown into the Machine Shop in order to give increased accommodation.

The ferro-concrete work for the Museum floor and River Wall mark a distinct advance in the character of the structures previously erected around Kuching. That portion of the River Wall already constructed shows what a marked improvement this work will be when finished, and though we understand that Mr. Ellis, the present Commissioner, will not see the completion of the work which he has planned and so far successfully carried out in the face of numerous difficulties, he will deserve full credit for it.


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 Dorothy: When the landlord comes in the morning—

Philip: He will turn us into the street. Yes. But we shall not be here.

Dorothy: I wonder!

Philip: So do I; that has always been my pride.

Philip: Let me move my arm, dear, it’s getting cramped.

Dorothy: Poor old Philip. Is it better now?

Philip: I can hear the beating of your heart.

Dorothy: And I the singing of yours.

Philip and Dorothy: Good-night love!

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   But if the extreme logician turns for his emotions to poetry, he is exasperated and bewildered by discovering that the words of his own trade are used in an entirely different meaning. He conceives that he understands the word "visible," and then finds Milton applying it to darkness, in which nothing is visible. He supposes that he understands the word "hide," and then finds Shelley talking of a poet hidden in the light. He has reason to believe that he understands the common word "hung"; and then William Shakespeare, Esquire, of Stratford-on-Avon, gravely assures him that the tops of the tall sea waves were hung with deafening clamours on the slippery clouds. That is why the common arithmetician prefers music to poetry. Words are his scientific instruments. It irritates him that they should be anyone else's musical instruments. He is willing to see men juggling, but not men juggling with his own private tools and possessions—his terms. It is then that he turns with an utter relief to music. Here are all the same fascination and inspiration, all the same purity and plunging force as in poetry; but not requiring any verbal confession that light conceals things or that darkness can be seen in the dark. Music is mere beauty; it is


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INTRODUCTION. 7 The methods adopted by different philosophers as stated above have all one aim—that of subjecting the mind or extinguishing it; for as long as it is allowed to play its part, the experience of the sub- jective, or self is impossible, since it is the mind that has objectified itself into universal matter and things. Unless, therefore, the mind is extinguished, or one completely retires within himself, subjective eXperiences could not be realized. For this reason, the anthor of this spriritual Drama has chosen the mind and its appendages—the passions—as actors, in order to give the readers a clear idea of the power the mind exerts in keeping from us the true knowledge of the self or the universal soul, and in tempting those who are attached to its illusions to undergo all sorts of pain, rebirth, etc.

In the Christian Bible, the mind is personified as the Devil, Its origin is said to be angelic, It has been known as the Devil on fecount of its revolt against God, its master, It was this that crept stealthily in the form of a snake into the mind of the first created, Adam and Eve,and diverted their attention from their godlike eondi- tion to- worldliness, and caused their “fall,” for which all the Christian world has to suffer eternal daranation unless they acknow- ledge the Christ, or Budhi gf&, their Saviour, and follow him in order to inherit the redemption he has offered to his followera. This redemption is the purification from the the original sin, brought by Adam on all the human race hy forgetting his own identity with Divinity, the original self and falling into the snares of the mind, otherwise called maya or illusion—which made him think that he was separate from Divinity.

This was the First Sin in which according to the Bible, the whole human race has participated, To save mankind from this sin, and to save them from the eternal damnation of Rebirths, Christ says:— true expiation and salvation preached by Christ, the Budhi of the author of this work, We are afraid that this explanation of the Biblical allegory of the fall of the angel, subsequeutly called the Devil, both by the Jews and Christians and also of the first man, the origin of sin, and the means pointed out for its redemption, or absolntion, in the New Testament, will never be accepted by the present followers of Moses and Christ. This would affect their cherished doctrines of the duality of God and the universe, and of �
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8 INTRODUCTION. God and man ; the one as the Creator and the other as the created, And yet it appears from the explanation already given that the writers of the Bible believed the absolute Unity of the Human soul and spirit, of the Universe and the Supreme Spirit.

Tn order to arrive at the true knowledge of the mind and its nature one must read the Sanskrit work called the Yoga Vashishta. When once the mind is properly understood with all its passions or yritis, the student of the Brahama Vidya would not find much difficulty in realizing the knowledge of self f= or microcosm and the supreme soul amis or Macrocosm.

With these few introductory remarks we recommend the readers of this spiritual Drama to study it very carefully, and calmly ponder the snbject treated therein, over and over again until he solves for himself the problem of man’s existence. This work it~ self may be fairly said to be an Introduction to the Vedantic Philosophy ; there is, sofar as we know, no easier and better ar- ranged work in the whole of philosophic literatmre for those who have had no previous training in the Hindu schools of philosophy. To the intelligent, it should prove a key to the hidden chambers of nature; to the bigot, ib will be but a clatter of words and a painting of fancy. �


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Scutellaria.] ⅙–½ in., from ovate or ovate-oblong to orbicular or reniform, 3-5-lobed or -crenate or quite entire. Flowers ¼–⅓ in. long, white, solitary in the axils of the upper leaves; peduncles usually longer than the calyx, often secund. Calyx short, minutely pubescent; lips obtuse, rounded; scale at first shorter than the upper lip, but becoming much larger in fruit. Corolla pubescent, about twice as long as the calyx; lower lip rather longer than the upper one; lobes obtuse. Anthers glabrous.—''Handb. N.Z. Fl.'' 226. S. humilis, ''Hook. f. Fl. Nov. Zel. i. 205 (not of B. Br.).''

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   beauty in the abstract, beauty in solution. It is a shapeless and liquid element of beauty, in which a man may really float, not indeed affirming the truth, but not denying it. Bernard Shaw, as I have already said, is infinitely far above all such mere mathematicians and pedantic reasoners; still his feeling is partly the same. He adores music because it cannot deal with romantic terms either in their right or their wrong sense. Music can be romantic without reminding him of Shakespeare and Walter Scott, with whom he has had personal quarrels. Music can be Catholic without reminding him verbally of the Catholic Church, which he has never seen, and is sure he does not like. Bernard Shaw can agree with Wagner, the musician, because he speaks without words; if it had been Wagner the man he would certainly have had words with him. Therefore I would suggest that Shaw's love of music (which is so fundamental that it must be mentioned early, if not first, in his story) may itself be considered in the first case as the imaginative safety-valve of the rationalistic Irishman.

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 "You haven't made me out that little list of the fees that I'm in your debt, have you?" said Perker.

"No, I have not," replied the clerk.

"I wish you would," said Perker. "Let me have them, and I'll send you a cheque. But I suppose you're too busy pocketing the ready money, to think of the debtors, eh? ha, ha, ha!" This sally seemed to tickle the clerk amazingly, and he once more enjoyed a little quiet laugh to himself.

"But, Mr. Mallard, my dear friend," said Perker, suddenly recovering his gravity, and drawing the great man's great man into a corner, by the lappel of his coat; "you must persuade the Serjeant to see me, and my client here."

"Come, come," said the clerk, "that's not bad either. See the Serjeant! come, that's too absurd." Notwithstanding the absurdity of the proposal, however, the clerk allowed himself to be gently drawn beyond the hearing of Mr. Pickwick; and after a short conversation conducted in whispers, walked softly down a little dark passage, and disappeared into the legal luminary's sanctum: whence he shortly returned on tiptoe, and informed Mr. Perker and Mr. Pickwick that the Serjeant had been prevailed upon, in violation of all established rules and customs, to admit them at once.

Mr. Serjeant Snubbin was a lantern-faced, sallow-complexioned man, of about five-and-forty, or-as the novels say—he might be fifty. He had that dull-looking boiled eye which is often to be seen in the heads of people who have applied themselves during many years to a weary and laborious course of study; and which would have been sufficient, without the additional eye-glass which dangled from a broad black riband round his neck, to warn a stranger that he was very near-sighted. His hair was thin and weak, which was partly attributable to his having never devoted much time to its arrangement, and partly to his having worn for five-and-twenty years the forensic wig which hung on a block beside him. The marks of hair-powder on his coat-collar, and the ill-washed and worse tied white handkerchief round his throat, showed


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 humour was going forward, though what it was Mr. Pickwick could not for the life of him divine.

"Step in, Mr. Pickwick," said Lowten. "Well, will you leave a message, Mr. Watty, or will you call again?"

"Ask him to be so kind as to leave out word what has been done in my business,' said the man; "for God's sake don't neglect it, Mr. Lowten."

"No, no; I won't forget it," replied the clerk. "Walk in, Mr. Pickwick. Good morning, Mr. Watty; it's a fine day for walking, isn't it?" Seeing that the stranger still lingered, he beckoned Sam Weller to follow his master in, and shut the door in his face.

"There never was such a pestering bankrupt as that since the world began, I do believe!" said Lowten, throwing down his pen with the air of an injured man. "His affairs haven't been in Chancery quite four years yet, and I'm d-d if he don't come worrying here twice a week. Step this way, Mr. Pickwick. Perker is in, and he'll see you, I know. Devilish cold," he added, pettishly, "standing at that door, wasting one's time with such seedy vagabonds!" Having very vehemently stirred a particularly large fire with a particularly small poker, the clerk led the way to his principal's private room, and announced Mr. Pickwick.

"Ah, my dear sir," said little Mr. Perker, bustling up from his chair. "Well, my dear sir, and what's the news about your matter, eh? Anything more about our friends in Freeman's Court? They've not been sleeping, I know that. Ah, they're very smart fellows; very smart, indeed."

As the little man concluded, he took an emphatic pinch of snuff, as a tribute to the smartness of Messrs. Dodson and Fogg.

"They are great scoundrels," said Mr. Pickwick.

"Aye, aye," said the little man; "that's a matter of opinion, you know, and we won't dispute about terms; because of course you can't be expected to view these subjects with a professional eye. Well, we've done everything that's necessary. I have retained Serjeant Snubbin."


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 ow-dacious wixin. She was always a follerin' him about, and dinnin' in his ears, 'till at last he couldn't stand it no longer. 'I'll tell you what it is, my dear,' he says one day; 'if you persewere in this here sort of amusement,' he says, 'I'm blessed if I don't go away to 'Merriker; and that's all about it.' 'You're a idle willin,' says she, 'and I wish the 'Merrikins joy of their bargain.' Arter wich she keeps on abusin' of him for half an hour, and then runs into the little parlour behind the shop, sets to a screamin', says he'll be the death on her, and falls in a fit, which lasts for three good hours—one o' them fits wich is all screamin' and kickin'. Well, next mornin', the husband was missin'. He hadn't taken nothin' from the till,—hadn't even put on his great-coat—so it was quite clear he warn't gone to Merriker. Didn't come back next day; didn't come back next week; Missis had bills printed, sayin that, if he'd come back, he should be forgiven everythin' (which was very liberal, seein' that he hadn't done nothin' at all); the canals was dragged, and for two months artervards, wenever a body turned up, it was carried, as a reg'lar thing, straight off to the sassage shop. Hows'ever, none on 'em answered; so they gave out that he'd run avay, and she kep on the bis'ness. One Saturday night, a little thin old gen I'm'n comes into the shop in a great passion and says, 'Are you the missis o' this here shop?' 'Yes, I am,' says she. Well, ma'am,' says he, 'then I've just looked in to say that me and my family ain't a goin' to be choked for nothin'; and more than that, ma am,' he says, 'you'll allow me to observe, that as you don't use the primest parts of the meat in the manafacter o' sassages, I think you'd find beef come nearly as cheap as buttons.' 'As buttons, sir!" says she. Buttons, ma'am,' says the little old gentleman, unfolding a bit of paper, and shewin' twenty or thirty halves o' buttons. Nice seasonin' for sassages, is trousers' buttons, ma'am.' "They're my husband's buttons!' says the widder, beginnin' to faint. 'What!' screams the little old gen'l'm'n, turnin' wery pale. 'I see it all,' says the widder; 'in a fit


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 saveloys and porter: and think there's nothing like "life." There are varieties of the genus, too numerous to recapitulate, but however numerous they may be, they are all to be seen, at certain regulated business hours, hurrying to and from the places we have just mentioned.

These sequestered nooks are the public offices of the legal profession, where writs are issued, judgments signed, declarations filed, and numerous other ingenious machines put in motion for the torture and torment of His Majesty's liege subjects, and the comfort and emolument of the practitioners of the law. They are, for the most part, low-roofed, mouldy rooms, where innumerable rolls of parchment, which have been perspiring in secret for the last century, send forth an agreeable odour, which is mingled by day with the scent of the dry rot, and by night with the various exhalations which arise from damp cloaks, festering umbrellas, and the coarsest tallow candles.

About half-past seven o'clock in the evening, some ten days or a fortnight after Mr. Pickwick and his friends returned to London, there hurried into one of these offices, an individual in a brown coat and brass buttons, whose long hair was scrupulously twisted round the rim of his napless hat, and whose soiled drab trousers were so tightly strapped over his Blucher boots, that his knees threatened every moment to start from their concealment. He produced from his coat pockets a long and narrow strip of parchment, on which the presiding functionary impressed an illegible black stamp. He then drew forth four scraps of paper, of similar dimensions, each containing a printed copy of the strip of parchment with blanks for a name; and having filled up the blanks, put all the five documents in his pocket, and hurried away.

The man in the brown coat, with the cabalistic documents in his pocket, was no other than our old acquaintance Mr. Jackson, of the house of Dodson and Fogg, Freeman's Court, Cornhill. Instead of returning to the office from whence he came, however, he bent his steps direct to Sun Court, and


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 very top of his speed until he reached the door of Manor Farm, where Mr. Tupman had arrived some five minutes before, and had frightened the old lady into palpitations of the heart by impressing her with the unalterable conviction that the kitchen chimney was on fire—a calamity which always presented itself in glowing colours to the old lady's mind, when anybody about her evinced the smallest agitation.

Mr. Pickwick paused not an instant until he was snug in bed. Sam Weller lighted a blazing fire in the room, and took up his dinner; a bowl of punch was carried up afterwards, and a grand carouse held in honour of his safety. Old Wardle would not hear of his rising, so they made the bed the chair, and Mr. Pickwick presided. A second and a third bowl were ordered in; and when Mr. Pickwick awoke next morning, there was not a symptom of rheumatism about him: which proves, as Mr. Bob Sawyer very justly observed, that there is nothing like hot punch in such cases: and that if ever hot punch did fail to act as a preventive, it was merely because the patient fell into the vulgar error of not taking enough of it.

The jovial party broke up next morning. Breakings up are capital things in our school days, but in after life they are painful enough. Death, self-interest, and fortune's changes, are every day breaking up many a happy group, and scattering them far and wide; and the boys and girls never come back again. We do not mean to say that it was exactly the case in this particular instance; all we wish to inform the reader is, that the different members of the party dispersed to their several homes; that Mr. Pickwick and his friends once more took their seats on the top of the Muggleton coach; and that Arabella Allen repaired to her place of destination, wherever it might have been—we dare say Mr. Winkle knew, but we confess we don't—under the care and guardianship of her brother Benjamin, and his most intimate and particular friend, Mr. Bob Sawyer.

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 on the slide, with his face towards the point from which he had started; to contemplate the playful smile which mantled on his face when he had accomplished the distance, and the eagerness with which he turned round when he had done so, and ran after his predecessor: his black gaiters tripping pleasantly through the snow, and his eyes beaming cheerfulness and gladness through his spectacles. And when he was knocked down (which happened upon the average every third round), it was the most invigorating sight that can possibly be imagined, to behold him gather up his hat, gloves, and handkerchief, with a glowing countenance, and resume his station in the rank, with an ardour and enthusiasm that nothing could abate.

The sport was at its height, the sliding was at the quickest, the laughter was at the loudest, when a sharp smart crack was heard. There was a quick rush towards the bank, a wild scream from the ladies, and a shout from Mr. Tupman. A large mass of ice disappeared; the water bubbled up over it; Mr. Pickwick's hat, gloves, and handkerchief were floating on the surface; and this was all of Mr. Pickwick that anybody could see.

Dismay and anguish were depicted on every countenance, the males turned pale, and the females fainted, Mr. Snodgrass and Mr. Winkle grasped each other by the hand, and gazed at the spot where their leader had gone down, with frenzied eagerness while Mr. Tupman, by way of rendering the promptest assistance, and at the same time conveying to any persons who might be within hearing, the clearest possible notion of the catastrophe, ran off across the country at his utmost speed, screaming "Fire!" with all his might.

It was at this moment, when old Wardle and Sam Weller were approaching the hole with cautious steps, and Mr. Benjamin Allen was holding a hurried consultation with Mr. Bob Sawyer, on the advisability of bleeding the company generally, as an improving little bit of professional practice—it was at this very moment, that a face, head, and shoulders,


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 "I found it in the little black teapot, on the top shelf o' the bar closet. She used to keep bank notes there, afore she vos married, Samivel. I've seen her take the lid off, to pay a bill, many and many a time. Poor creeter, she might ha' filled all the teapots in the house vith vills, and not have inconwenienced herself neither, for she took wery little of anythin' in that vay lately, 'cept on the Temperance nights, ven they just laid a foundation o' tea to put the spirits a-top on!"

"What does it say?" inquired Sam.

"Jist vot I told you, my boy," rejoined his parent. "Two hundred pound vurth o' reduced counsels to my son-in-law, Samivel, and all the rest o' my property, of ev'ry kind and description votsoever to my husband, Mr. Tony Veller, who I appint as my sole eggzekiter."

"That's all, is it?" said Sam.

"That's all," replied Mr. Weller. "And I s'pose as it's all right and satisfactory to you and me as is the only parties interested, ve may as vell put this bit o' paper into the fire."

"Wot are you a-doin' on, you lunatic?" said Sam, snatching the paper away, as his parent, in all innocence, stirred the fire preparatory to suiting the action to the word. "You're a nice eggzekiter, you are."

"Vy not?" inquired Mr. Weller, looking sternly round, with the poker in his hand.

"Vy not!" exclaimed Sam. Cos it must be proved, and probated, and swore to, and all manner o' formalities."

"You don't mean that?" said Mr. Weller, laying down the poker.

Sam buttoned the will carefully in a side pocket; intimating by a look, meanwhile, that he did mean it, and very seriously too.

"Then I'll tell you wot it is," said Mr. Weller, after a short meditation, "this is a case for that 'ere confidential pal o' the Chancellorship's. Pell must look into this, Sammy. He's the man for a difficult question at law. Ve'll have this here, brought afore the Solvent Court directly, Samivel."


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 dirty, in one hand, and a rough coat and shawl thrown over the other arm. "I'm going, old fellow."

"You!" exclaimed Mr. Pickwick.

"Yes," replied Bob Sawyer, "and a regular expedition we'll make of it. Here, Sam! Look out!" Thus briefly bespeaking Mr. Weller's attention, Mr. Bob Sawyer jerked the leathern knapsack into the dickey, where it was immediately stowed away, under the seat, by Sam, who regarded the proceeding with great admiration. This done, Mr. Bob Sawyer, with the assistance of the boy, forcibly worked himself into the rough coat, which was a few sizes too small for him, and then advancing to the coach window, thrust in his head, and laughed boisterously.

"What a start it is, isn't it!" cried Bob, wiping the tears out of his eyes, with one of the cuffs of the rough coat.

"My dear sir," said Mr. Pickwick, with some embarrassment, "I had no idea of your accompanying us."

"No, that's just the very thing," replied Bob, seizing Mr. Pickwick by the lappel of his coat. "That's the joke.

"Oh, that's the joke?" said Mr. Pickwick.

"Of course," replied Bob. "It's the whole point of the thing, you know—that, and leaving the business to take care of itself, as it seems to have made up its mind not to take care of me." With this explanation of the phenomenon of the shutters, Mr. Bob Sawyer pointed to the shop, and relapsed into an ecstasy of mirth.

"Bless me, you are surely not mad enough to think of leaving your patients without anybody to attend them!" remonstrated Mr. Pickwick in a very serious tone.

"Why not?" asked Bob, in reply. "I shall save by it, you know. None of them ever pay. Besides," said Bob, lowering his voice to a confidential whisper, "they will be all the better for it; for, being nearly out of drugs, and not able to increase my account just now, I should have been obliged to give them calomel all round, and it would have been certain to have disagreed with some of them. So it's all for the best."


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 vehemence, and gave divers alarming manifestations of an approaching fainting fit, or, as she afterwards said, of her feelings being too many for her.

"Do you recollect, Mrs. Cluppins?" said Serjeant Buzfuz, after a few unimportant questions, "do you recollect being in Mrs. Bardell's back one pair of stairs, on one particular morning in July last, when she was dusting Pickwick's apartment?"

"Yes, my Lord and Jury, I do," replied Mrs. Cluppins.

"Mr. Pickwick's sitting-room was the first-floor front, I believe?"

"Yes, it were, sir," replied Mrs. Cluppins.

"What were you doing in the back room, ma'am?" inquired the little judge.

"My Lord and Jury," said Mrs. Cluppins, with interesting agitation, "I will not deceive you."

"You had better not, ma'am," said the little judge.

"I was there," resumed Mrs. Cluppins, "unbeknown to Mrs. Bardell; I had been out with a little basket, gentlemen, to buy three pound of red kidney purtaties, which was three pound tuppense ha'penny, when I see Mrs. Bardell's street door on the jar."

"On the what?" exclaimed the little judge.

"Partly open, my Lord," said Serjeant Snubbin.

"She said on the jar," said the little judge, with a cunning look.

"It's all the same, my Lord," said Serjeant Snubbin. The little judge looked doubtful, and said he'd make a note of it. Mrs. Cluppins then resumed:

"I walked in, gentlemen, just to say good mornin', and went, in a permiscuous manner, up stairs, and into the back room. Gentlemen, there was the sound of voices in the front room, and"

"And you listened, I believe, Mrs. Cluppins?" said Serjeant Buzfuz.

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 than ordinary curiosity; the least conspicuous among these feats, being, a most vociferous imitation of a key-bugle, and the ostentatious display of a crimson silk pocket-handkerchief attached to a walking-stick, which was occasionally waved in the air with various gestures indicative of supremacy and defiance.

"I wonder," said Mr. Pickwick, stopping in the midst of a most sedate conversation with Ben Allen, bearing reference to the numerous good qualities of Mr. Winkle and his sister: "I wonder what all the people we pass, can see in us to make them stare so."

"It's a neat turn-out," replied Ben Allen, with something of pride in his tone. "They're not used to see this sort of thing, every day, I dare say."

"Possibly," replied Mr. Pickwick. "It may be so. Perhaps it is."

Mr. Pickwick might very probably have reasoned himself into the belief that it really was: had he not, just then happening to look out of the coach window, observed that the looks of the passengers betokened anything but respectful astonishment, and that various telegraphic communications appeared to be passing between them and some persons outside the vehicle: whereupon it occurred to him that these demonstrations might be, in some remote degree, referable to the humorous deportment of Mr. Robert Sawyer.

"I hope," said Mr. Pickwick, "that our volatile friend is committing no absurdities in that dickey behind."

"Oh dear, no," replied Ben Allen. "Except when he's elevated, Bob's the quietest creature breathing."

Here a prolonged imitation of a key-bugle broke upon the ear, succeeded by cheers and screams, all of which evidently proceeded from the throat and lungs of the quietest creature breathing, or in plainer designation, of Mr. Bob Sawyer himself.

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 "Only one of our public offices," replied Jackson, hurrying her through a door, and looking round to see that the other women were following. "Look sharp, Isaac!"

"Safe and sound," replied the man with the ash stick. The door swung heavily after them, and they descended a small flight of steps.

"Here we are, at last. All right and tight, Mrs. Bardell!" said Jackson, looking exultingly round.

"What do you mean?" said Mrs. Bardell, with a palpitating heart.

"Just this," replied Jackson, drawing her a little on one side; "don't be frightened, Mrs. Bardell. There never was a more delicate man than Dodson, ma'am, or a more humane man than Fogg. It was their duty, in the way of business, to take you in execution for them costs; but they were anxious to spare your feelings as much as they could. What a comfort it must be, to you, to think how it's been done! This is the Fleet, ma'am. Wish you good night, Mrs. Bardell. Good night, Tommy!"

As Jackson hurried away in company with the man with the ash stick, another man with a key in his hand, who had been looking on, led the bewildered female to a second short flight of steps leading to a doorway. Mrs. Bardell screamed violently; Tommy roared; Mrs. Cluppins shrunk within herself; and Mrs. Sanders made off, without more ado. For, there, stood the injured Mr. Pickwick, taking his nightly allowance of air; and beside him leant Samuel Weller, who, seeing Mrs. Bardell, took his hat off with mock reverence, while his master turned indignantly on his heel.

"Don't bother the woman," said the turnkey to Weller: "she's just come in."

"A pris'ner!" said Sam, quickly replacing his hat. " Who's the plaintives? What for? Speak up, old feller."

"Dodson and Fogg," replied the man; "execution on cognovit for costs."

"Here Job, Job!" shouted Sam, dashing into the passage.


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 for I faithfully promised to do so. If they persist in accompanying me, I must make the interview as brief as possible, and be content to hope that, for their own sakes, they will not expose themselves."

As he comforted himself with these reflections, the chaise stopped at the door of the Old Royal. Ben Allen having been partially awakened from a stupendous sleep, and dragged out by the collar by Mr. Samuel Weller, Mr. Pickwick was enabled to alight. They were shown to a comfortable apartment, and Mr. Pickwick at once propounded a question to the waiter concerning the whereabout of Mr. Winkle's residence.

"Close by, sir," said the waiter, "not above five hundred yards, sir. Mr. Winkle is a wharfinger, sir, at the canal, sir. Private residence is not—oh dear no, sir, not five hundred yards, sir." Here the waiter blew a candle out, and made a feint of lighting it again, in order to afford Mr. Pickwick an opportunity of asking any further questions, if he felt so disposed.

"Take anything now, sir?" said the waiter, lighting the candle in desperation at Mr. Pickwick's silence. "Tea or coffee, sir? Dinner, sir?"

"Nothing now."

"Very good, sir. Like to order supper, sir?"

"Not just now."

"Very good, sir." Here, he walked softly to the door, and then stopping short, turned round, and said, with great suavity:

"Shall I send the chambermaid, gentlemen?"

"You may if you please;" replied Mr. Pickwick.

"If you please, sir."

"And bring some soda water," said Bob Sawyer.

"Soda water, sir? Yes, sir." With his mind apparently relieved from an overwhelming weight, by having at last got an order for something, the waiter imperceptibly melted away. Waiters never walk or run. They have a peculiar


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2 The new Lux lights with which the town is now lighted are another great improvement which has given general satisfaction.

Telephone extensions have been made from Kuching to Seniawan and a duplicate line running to Paku instead of Buso, thus giving an alternate line to Paku and Ban. Poles are erected ready for the new line to Batu Kawa and as soon as the Landas is over that station will be connected with Kuching.

The Rubber Estates at Satap and Sigu have had 4,000 additional Para trees planted and most of them are doing well. The old rubber should soon be ready for tapping and thus give the Government some return for the outlay.

We learn that His Highness the Rajah has just granted a large concession of land at Sungei Tengah for the purpose of rubber planting to Messrs. The Borneo Company Limited.

The Cold Storage plant is in place and ready for operation, but the Commissioner of P. W. informs us that until a plentiful supply of water can be maintained he will not guarantee being able to keep it in continuous working during the dry weather. There should now soon be no difficulty about this as we are given to understand that Mr. Grove expects to get his Matang Water scheme completed by the end of March. The pipes are now laid from a point near the Upper Reservoir down to and across the river, and about 2 miles towards Matang.

With regard to affairs in the Interior the Rebel Dyaks have kept quiet for some time past and there are rumours of their "coming in," but up to time of writing nothing definite has come to hand.

In August His Highness the Rajah opened a New Club called the "Kuching Social Club" which has filled a long felt want.

We have unfortunately to record the deaths during the year of Mr. J. F. M. Bingley, Cadet in the Government Service: Hj. Bul Hassan, Datu Bandar of Sarawak; Hj. Mohommed Amin, Datu Imaum; and Hj. Usop, Datu Bandar of Sibu. H. H. the Sultan of Brunei also died on the 10th May, and Mr. B. Bettington who retired on pension two years ago died in November.

Messrs. C. W. Daubeny, G. P. Barlow and F. J. D. Cox all retired on pension during the year, and Messrs. W. R. T. Clement and H. La Chard joined the Service as Cadets; Mr. E. Parnell, the Treasury, as Assistant; Mr. N. McPhee was appointed Resident of Lower Rejang, and Dr. Bruce Low and Miss Hastic have been attached to the Medical Department.

His Excellency The Governor of the Straits Settlements has notified the Sarawak Government that it is his intention to shortly issue an order prohibiting the exportation of Straits dollars to all places except to Sarawak, British North Borneo and the Malay Peninsula, and whereas His Excellency has requested that this Government will assist by taking all possible steps to prevent the exportation of Straits dollars from Sarawak to China or elsewhere, it is hereby enacted:—

That from date of this Order the exportation of Straits ollars to any place outside Sarawak except to the Straits Settlements or British North Borneo is forbidden and any person disobeying this Order will be punished by fine or imprisonment.

Resident's Office, Kuching, Sarawak, 24th October, 1906.

following is to be added to the table of fares for hire of Jiurickshas, Order No. I of 26th February 1896.

If engaged by time For every hour .... 25 cents. For every additional hour .... 6 cents.

Resident's Office, Sarawak, 5th November 1906.

reference to Order No. XIII 1906, it is hereby notified that persons leaving Sarawak for any place to which the export of Straits dollars is prohibited may, on application to the Treasury, have Straits dollars changed for their equivalent value in Straits Settlements' notes, or otherwise as may be arranged.

The Treasury, 24th October, 1906.

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Rh similarly endowed with latent and undeveloped powers, susceptibilities, and tendencies, is, immediately on its introduction on the actual stage of time, plunged, as it were, into an atmosphere of circumstances, which, calling these varied powers, susceptibilities, and tendencies into active exercise, impart unto them all their own peculiar tinge and colouring. It is thus that the intellectual and moral faculties are most influentially moulded, the future life and character most effectually shaped and formed. The manners, language, and pleasurable associations of earliest youth become the habits of maturer years. The feelings, prejudices, and predilections of the susceptible mind of the child become the predominant feelings, prejudices, and predilections of the indurated mind of the man. In this view of the case, we cannot but respond to the truth and accuracy of the sentiment expressed by a British journalist, when he exclaims,—“How infinitely small is the education which is obtained at school compared with that which is obtained at home! The formation of habits and the acquisition of rules of conduct, the most efficacious of all processes of education, take place outside the walls of schools, and are derived chiefly from example and association in infancy. It is, indeed, in the dwellings of the people that the mind and character of the people are formed, that their physical frames are matured, their moral natures educated, their judgments guided and directed, and that their future place in the scale of morality and intellect is determined.”

Such being the acknowledged potency of the education of external circumstances, let us consider, for a moment, the social atmosphere into which every Hindu is plunged from the very dawn of his palpable being! What sights and sounds encompass him all around, by night and by day—in printing the most vivid images of sense on the captive mind, and exciting the most carnal propensities of the unregenerate heart! The subject is too vast to be entered on here; we can only passingly and incidentally allude to it. It would require whole volumes to depict the endless round of shows, spectacles, and revelries,—the monotonous circle of mechanical forms, frivolous rites and ceremonial mummeries—which constitute the popular worship of Hinduism, and endow it with resistless fascinations to infantile minds, whether of earlier or of riper years. To prevent even the suspicion of misrepresentation on the subject we shall here quote the words of a celebrated native writer, who, though he never renounced Hinduism in its more refined form, was quite alive to the evils of the popular idolatry:—

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