Puddin.
Billimunj. Ispunj roli.


I must take this opportunity to record a true story of a menu, though
it does not properly pertain to Domingo, but an ingenious Ramaswamy,
of Madras. This man's master liked everything very proper, and
insisted on a written menu at every meal. One morning Ramaswamy was
much embarrassed, for the principal dish at breakfast was to be
devilled turkey. "Devil very bad word," he said to himself; "how can
write?" At last he solved the difficulty, and the dish appeared as
"D---d turkey."

Our surprise at Domingo's attainments is no doubt due very much to
the humble attire in which we are accustomed to see him, his working
dress being a quondam white cotton jacket and a pair of blue checked
pantaloons of a strong material made in jails, or two pairs, the
sound parts of one being arranged to underlie the holes in the other.
When once we have seen the gentleman dressed for church on a festival
day, with the beaver which has descended to him from his illustrious
grandfather's benevolent master respectfully held in his hand, and
his well brushed hair shining with a bountiful allowance of cocoanut
ointment, surprise ceases. He is indeed a much respected member of
society, and enjoys the esteem of his club, where he sometimes takes
chambers when out of employment. By his fellow servants, too, he is
recognised as a professional man, and called The Maistrie, but, like
ourselves, he is an exile, and, like some of us, he is separated from
his wife and children, so his thoughts run much upon furlough and
ultimate retirement, and he adopts a humble style of life with the