he proposes that he should hand the dupe the money, and the latter should lend it to the swindler’s brother, exacting a heavy pre-payment of interest which, it is pointed out, they may equally enjoy in dissipation.  The dupe sees no objection, and on the appointed day receives Rs.7,000 from the swindler, which he hands over to the confederate.  The latter is profuse in his thanks, and executes a promissory note for Rs.10,000, payable to bearer.  The swindler allows the scheme to remain quiescent for a time, and then suggests that, as the money has not been repaid and as it would be unpleasant to sue his brother, it would be better to sell the note in the bazaar.  The dupe hands the note over, for the money he advanced was not his, and, on being informed that it would be necessary to have his signature on the back so as to render the security negotiable, he signs without any hesitation.  The swindler passes it on to confederates, and the latter employ a respectable firm of solicitors to ask the dupe if his signature is genuine.  He admits it at once, and his fate is sealed.  A suit is filed by a confederate against the dupe, two accomplices being made co-defendants.  They admit their Signatures as indorsers, and the one swears he bought the note for value from the dupe.  The latter has no defense, for no court would believe the apparently idle explanation of the manner in which he came to endorse the note.”

There is only one India!  It is the only country that has a monopoly of grand and imposing specialties.  When another country has a remarkable thing, it cannot have it all to itself—­some other country has a duplicate.  But India—­that is different.  Its marvels are its own; the patents cannot be infringed; imitations are not possible.  And think of the size of them, the majesty of them, the weird and outlandish character of the most of them!

There is the Plague, the Black Death:  India invented it; India is the cradle of that mighty birth.

The Car of Juggernaut was India’s invention.

So was the Suttee; and within the time of men still living eight hundred widows willingly, and, in fact, rejoicingly, burned themselves to death on the bodies of their dead husbands in a single year.  Eight hundred would do it this year if the British government would let them.

Famine is India’s specialty.  Elsewhere famines are inconsequential incidents—­in India they are devastating cataclysms; in one case they annihilate hundreds; in the other, millions.

India had 2,000,000 gods, and worships them all.  In religion all other countries are paupers; India is the only millionaire.

With her everything is on a giant scale—­even her poverty; no other country can show anything to compare with it.  And she has been used to wealth on so vast a scale that she has to shorten to single words the expressions describing great sums.  She describes 100,000 with one word —­a ‘lahk’; she describes ten millions with one word—­a ‘crore’.