“Money—This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accursed Make the hoar leprosy adored; place thieves And give them title, knee and approbation With senators on the bench.” “Money is more eloquent than all the poets, preachers or philosophers, and has the only tongue that, strange to no one, needs no dictionary to explain it to the simplest unlearned soul.” Columbus in a letter to Ferdinand and Isabella says, “Gold is an excellent thing. With gold one forms treasures. With gold one does whatever one wishes in this world. Even souls can be got to Paradise by it.” “’Tis gold that buys admittance, oft it doth, and ’tis gold Which makes the true man kill’d, and saves the thief Nay, sometimes hangs both thief and true man, What can it not do and undo?” The cabbies are a strange caste—a kind of wandering mendicants always on the go, and high caste enough to look down on all their fares. I rather liked them, so good-natured when well tipped, but probably like other humans, the other thing when squeezed and why not? Some one told me this story. An old timer just returned from India going from a station, thought his cab was taking him round about to increase the mileage. Not thinking where he was, he shouted up in his India patois, “Turn sooar ka batchcha kidhar ko jaoge?” You son of a pig, whither are you going? Cabby with as much force hurled down, “Tum gaddha ka bhai, ham khub jante hain.” You brother to a donkey we know very well; showing that he had also been in India.