If I were going to quote good English--but I am not.

India is well stocked with natives who speak it and write it as well as the best of us.

I merely wish to show some of the quaint imperfect attempts at the use of our tongue.

There are many letters in the book; poverty imploring help--bread, money, kindness, office generally an office, a clerkship, some way to get food and a rag out of the applicant's unmarketable education; and food not for himself alone, but sometimes for a dozen helpless relations in addition to his own family; for those people are astonishingly unselfish, and admirably faithful to their ties of kinship.

Among us I think there is nothing approaching it.