EXPERIENCES OF ME. STALE.' 
makes a private marriage with a man she loves, and 
who loves her, private because it otherwise would not 
have been permitted. The man is considered by her 
relatives to be of a class (caste) infinitely beneath hers | 
she loses caste, and is cast out ; her relations, even 
her parents, never mention her name and they do not 
even correspond. Again, high caste coolies will not 
sit down and eat rice with low caste ones, and high 
class gentlemen and ladies will not sit down and dine 
at the same table, or even in the same room, with 
low class ones. Instances in a similar way could be 
multiplied to any extent— but enough has been said 
to shew the reader bow the coolies cannot understand, 
and will not believe that we have no ‘‘castes.’’ Some 
will no doubt say this is all wrong : it is not class, or 
caste, that is objected to, in the instances you have 
given, it is a want of education, polite demeanour, 
vulgar connections and general associations, a total 
want of general similarity and community of sentiment. 
Don’t put it off in this way; in some instances it may 
be so, but not as a rule]^ you know very well. You 
have often read and heard of the unhappiness very 
frequently created, of the life-long misery to two 
young and loving hearts, of the couple, who equally 
had received a fully competent education, both in every 
sense of the word, a lady and a gentleman, whose 
union was positively prohibited and forbidden, because 
one held an inferior position in society to the other j 
w^is of an inferior class (caste). 
But the reader may justly say, “Don’t commence a 
harangue upon classes and castes, that extensive and 
varied subject in all countries from the pole to the equa- 
tor. Give us a chapter about it at some pther time, if you 
like; stick to your subject, or rather resume it, ^hy, 
you commenced a chapter upon chimneys, and we were 
under the impression you would tell U8 all about how 
they were built, but you have done little else throughout 
but rave about the loves and love adventures of a 
dreadful flirt called Minatchi! Gome, pull up, and 
give fan account of yourself what has this got to 
do with Mr Stale and his chimney?” We apologize 
and explain that it must have happened in this way. 
Having written at great length in chapter 31st on 
curry and rice, it was therein stated, that probably some 
remains of curry still lurked near the heart, or affected 
the brain, so as thus to vent itself all out! and just 
in like manner, it might be that tbe casual mention 
of the name of Minatchi may have fanned into* a 
flame the latent embers that possibly still occupy a 
concealed corner in the heart, and thus have been 
carried away by the current of old recollections. Some 
of our readers may be going out to their work, and 
may have to pass the lines. Lookgut for Minatchi | 
