I do not give my sick the mere ink in which a charm is written, but hot and rending drugs which descend and wrestle with the evil.' 'Very mightily they do so,' sighed the old lady.
The voice launched into an immense tale of misfortune and bankruptcy, studded with plentiful petitions to the Government.

'But for my fate, which overrules all, I had been now in Government employ.

I bear a degree from the great school at Calcutta--whither, maybe, the son of this House shall go.' 'He shall indeed.

If our neighbour's brat can in a few years be made an F A' (First Arts--she used the English word, of which she had heard so often), 'how much more shall children clever as some that I know bear away prizes at rich Calcutta.' 'Never,' said the voice, 'have I seen such a child! Born in an auspicious hour, and--but for that colic which, alas! turning into black cholers, may carry him off like a pigeon--destined to many years, he is enviable.' 'Hai mai!' said the old lady.

'To praise children is inauspicious, or I could listen to this talk.