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Surajah Dowlat has plundered my country so much, that there is hardly anything left in it." Courtin continues: "To return to my journey and my adventures. I now found myself outside of Bengal and in sight of the mountains of Tibet, a month having elapsed since my departure from Dacca.
Another country neighbour was the chief partner in the celebrated firm of Hooghley, Dacca, and Co., dealers in Indian and other shawls. Mr. Hooghley had married a celebrated actress, and was proud and a little jealous of his wife. Mrs. Hooghley had always an opportunity at the Cedars of meeting some friends in her former profession, for Mr. Vigo liked to be surrounded by genius and art.
We shall now pass to what went on in Siraj-ud-daula's Court and capital. A few miles out of Murshidabad, capital of the Nawabs of Bengal since 1704, when Murshid Kuli Khan transferred his residence from Dacca to the ancient town of Muxadabad and renamed it after himself, lay a group of European Factories in the village or suburb of Cossimbazar.
The report adds, in a sanguine vein, that, as a result of various disciplinary measures, a marked improvement had subsequently taken place, but quite recent events, during the great conspiracy trial at Dacca, show that something more than disciplinary measures is required to eradicate the spirit which inspired such occurrences.
"He did not return to Dacca, but I learn from one of his friends to whom he has written several times, and from Father Leclerc, who wrote regularly to Mme. Paindavoine, that they had a villa at Dehra. They selected this spot to live in as it was the center of his voyages; he traveled between the Thiberian frontier and the Himalayas.
But this manufacture is now breathing its last; the cotton-gin, the spinning-frame, the mule with its countless spindles, and the power-loom are fearful competitors; and although British India still produces quite as much cotton as our Southern States, and while she exports at least eight hundred thousand bales annually to England and China, continues at the same time to make the larger part of her own clothing, flourishing cities, like Dacca and Delhi, once the seat of manufactures, are going to decay, and a large proportion of her people, willing to toil at six cents per day in occupations that have been transmitted for centuries in the same families, are either driven to the culture of the fields or compelled to spin and weave for a pittance the jute which is converted into gunny-cloth.
I was then at Dacca, and expecting every day to see M. Chevalier return from his journey to the King of Assam. Judge, my dear wife, of the chagrin and embarrassment into which I was thrown by this deplorable event.
"Well, how is the translation of that letter from Dacca coming along?" he asked. "I have only just commenced it," replied Perrine timidly. "M. Theodore interrupted you just now. What did he want?" "A French and English dictionary." "What for? He doesn't know English." "He did not tell me why he wanted it." "Did he want to know what was in the letter?" asked Talouel.
"It is an English letter, dated May 29, from Dacca," she replied. "From whom?" "From Father Fields." "What does it say?" "May I read a few lines first, please ... before I tell you?" "Yes, but do it quickly." She tried to do as she was told, but her emotion increased as she read ... the words dancing before her eyes. "Well?" demanded M. Vulfran, impatiently.
And she continued, raising her voice when the hammering blows from the workmen became too loud. At last she came to the end of the column. "Now see if there is any news from Calcutta," said her employer. She scanned the sheets again. "Yes, here it is," she said, after a moment; "From our special correspondent." "That's it. Read!" "The news that we are receiving from Dacca...."
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