LOVE, MONEY, POWER. 
must be something else he wants, for he is not gone, 
and after some further questioning he must have 
three days’ leave to go and pay and old debt, which 
had been owing ever so long. We felt done, clean 
done ; he had got the money first, and now had the 
leave of absence ; he has nothing due, and, if leave is 
refused, no doubt he will take it without your option ! 
We are of opinion there are three things a man never 
forgets, and these are — his first love, his first sovereign, 
and his first servant, and this may be explained wh^en 
we consider that these in a manner represent the heads 
of the general objects which actuate or control man- 
kind — love, money, and power. Well does the writer 
remember his first servant ; who does not ? Because 
it is the first symptom, the first dawning sign that you 
are somebody ; you have actually a servant. You give 
orders, and are obeyed. Whereas, before this event, 
you obeyed orders yourself, from your parents, your 
guardians, or employer of any sort. It is is thirty- two 
years since we had our first servant, and ever since 
that long period of time, if he was suddenly to stand 
before us now, we would recognize him at once, and 
quite naturally bawl out, ‘Teriya Karappen, bring a fire- 
stick,” in Tamil of course. His name even yet is pei- 
fectly familiar, for it was Periya Karuppen, who was a 
low-caste cooly boy taken out of the lines, but no mat- 
ter who or what he was, it is sufficien to explain, he 
was our first servant. Pie could nothing but boil 
rice very well and make very bad curry, so that often 
we were fain to dine on the former and reject the 
latter, much to the satisfaction of Periya Karuppen, who 
got fat, sleek and shining on our rejected curry. He 
never could be taught to cover and lay a table pro- 
perly, so eventually he was just allowed to have his 
own way, which was this : after laying the cloth, he 
managed that, he would open a box — one of the trunks, 
which bad been used during the passage out, was now 
converted into a receptacle to contain knives, forks 
and spoons, of which our stock was half-a-dozen of 
each. He would take out all these knives, forks and 
spoons, and heap tlmra up, on the middle of the table, 
tumbled all together. Three plates one above the 
other, would also be placed in the middle of the table 
beside them. He would then retire to the cook-house, 
from which he would slowly emerge with four plates 
in his hands, the one covering the other dish fashion, 
bending forward as if suffering from a great weight, 
but only from fear of their tumbling down ; then 
two plates, covered by plates, were set down, near 
the edge of the table. A bottle of water and a 
cracked teacup were placed beside them, Periya 
Karuppen disappeared, and dinner was serv d. We 
