AN EMETIC. 
shoulders, and said: ‘‘Swallow this,” which he did, 
then the tape was slowly pulled up, and the result 
was, a copious vomiting. Jimson then had some hot 
tea, went to bed, slept well, and was all right next 
mornin,^ ! Bat as his employer did not exactly like 
this sorb of going on he was discharged, and left the 
country, and none of the present gen oration know who 
he is, never ev^ou heard his name. Beckoning a Ceylon 
generation at seven or eight yeai’S, four generai^ions 
must have passed since then. Jimson ii dead, dead 
long ago. Otherwise this story would nob have been 
writ ben. Eroin it we would point to a lesson. Don’t 
put very young men in a position of trust and re- 
sponsibiiiby, before they have had some knowledge and 
evpericn e in the ways of the world. It is not doing 
theui justice. Again, beware of the first temptation, 
however s.nail. it seemed a very light matter taking 
a bottle of wine from a store-room, with ihe full in- 
tention of replacing it immediately. This surely was 
no great harm. Bui: look to the after result, as shewn 
in this “ower true tale.” The proprietor wdth whom 
Jimson engaged is alive, and reads the Observer. 
When he reads this he will at once recognize the 
whole facts of this story. But who was bis sen i or? 
Woo was the fellow that dashed cold water over his 
head and shouders, and sent him out to blow a cow’s 
horn at give o’clock in the morning, and did many 
ether wonderful exploits, recorded and unrecord in 
this reminiscence ? G-uess who he was. He is still 
alive and hearty, has many friends in Ceylon, where 
he is very well known. But what is the use of guess- 
ing ? A guess is not a certainty. Bead it ‘ ‘ black on 
white,” and if the printers’ ink makes no blot or error 
in spelling you will read 
P. D. Millie. 
CHAPTEB XXV. 
A Turn in the Kaleidoscope of Mr. Millie’s Me- 
mory : Proprietors Once More “ to the Fore.” 
A friend has just said : — “ You have written a great 
many wonderful stories about superintendents and 
coolies, but, with the exception of Mr. Wildgoose, none 
at all about proprietors. Now, you don’t mean to say 
that he was a correct specimen of them in those 
times ; he was surely an exceptional oddity. Come, this 
won’t do. Spin us a yarn about the proprietors of the 
olden times Don’t screen theirs faults and failings 
because you have joined their ranks ; small credit to 
yourself in having done so, for, if what we hear is 
true, that act was more the result of sheer luck than 
‘ gude guiding.’ ” 
