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# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Yates, Colonel Chippies Edward

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​Yates, Colonel Charles Edward, C.S.I. (1887), C.M.G. (1888), Indian Army (retired); s. of late Rev. C. Yates; b. 1849; joined the Army, 1867; served in the Afghan War and in the Afghan Frontier Commission, 1880-81 and 1884-88, respectively; Commissioner, Russo-Afghan Frontier, 1887-92, Consul at Muscat, 1889; Political Agent, Beluchistan, 1890; Revenue Commissioner, 1892; Consul-General for Khorasan and Seistan, 1893-98: Resident at Jodhpur, 1898; at Udaipur, 1899; Chief Commissioner, Beluchistan, 1900-05; retired and proceeded to England; unsuccessfully contested (C) Pontefract, 1906; Member, East India Association, and of National Service League: Vice-President, Tariff Reform League; Member of the Council of the Royal Geographical Society. Publications: Northern Afghanistan; Khorasan and Seistan; Gazathurs of Meywar, Banawara and Partabgarh, etc. Address: 17, Prince of Wales Terrace, Kensington, W. Clubs: Carlton, Junior United Service.
# The Indian Biographical Dictionary (1915)/Yar Mahammad Khan

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​Yar Mahammad Khan, Sirdar Bahadur (1900), Honorary Magistrate and Vice-President, Municipal Board of Guzerat. Address: Guzarat, India.
# The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano, or Gustavus Vassa, the African

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Olaudah Equiano
or
Gustavus Vassa
the African
THE
INTERESTING NARRATIVE
OF
THE LIFE
OF
OLAUDAH EQUIANO
OR
GUSTAVUS VASSA,
THE AFRICAN
WRITTEN BY HIMSELF.
Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and not be afraid, for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song; he also is become my salvation.
And in that day shall ye say, Praise the Lord, call upon his name, declare his doings among the people. Isa. xii. 2. 4.
NINTH EDITION ENLARGED
LONDON:
Printed for, and sold by the AUTHOR.
1794.
PRICE FIVE SHILLINGS,
Formerly sold for 7s.
[Entered at Stationers' Hall.]
To the Reader To the Lords Spiritual and Temporal, and the Commons of the Parliament of Great Britain To the Chairmen of the Committees for the Abolition of the Slave Trade Letters and Reviews Subscribers
CONTENTS
| | PAGE |
| CHAP. I. |
| The Author's account of his country, their manners and customs, &c. | 1 |
| CHAP. II. |
| The Author's birth and parentage — His being kidnapped with his sister — Horrors of a slave ship | 30 |
| CHAP. III. |
| The Author is carried to Virginia — Arrives in England — His wonder at a fall of snow | 58 |
| CHAP. IV. |
| A particular account of the celebrated engagement between Admiral Boscawen and Monsieur le Clue | 84 |
| CHAP. V. |
| Various interesting instances of oppression, cruelty, and extortion | 117 |
| CHAP. VI. |
| Favourable change in the Author's situation — Surprised by two earthquakes — He commences merchant with three pence | 149 ​ |
| CHAP. VII. |
| The Author's disgust at the West Indies — Forms schemes to obtain his freedom | 181 |
| CHAP. VIII. |
| Three remarkable dreams — The Author is shipwrecked on the Bahama-banks | 207 |
| CHAP. IX. |
| The Author arrives at Martinicc — Meets with new difficulties, and sails for England | 232 |
| CHAP. X. |
| Some account of the manner of the Author's conversion to the faith of Jesus Christ | 262 |
| CHAP. XI. |
| Picks up eleven miserable men at sea in returning to England from Spain | 295 |
| CHAP. XII. |
| Different transactions of the Author's life — Petition to the Queen — The Author's marriage — Conclusion | 333 |
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# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 3/Chapter 37

CHAP. XXXVII.
" Nihil me pœnitet hujus nasi," quoth Pamphagus;—that is,—"My nose has been the making of me.'—"Nec est cur pœniteat," replies Cocles; that is, "How the duce should such a nose fail?"
The doctrine, you see, was laid down by Erasmus, as my father wished it, with the utmost plainness; but my father's disappointment was, in finding nothing more from so able a pen, but the bare fact itself; without any of that speculative subtilty or ambidexterity of argumentation upon it, which heaven had bestow'd upon man on purpose to investigate truth and fight for her on all sides.—My father pish'd and pugh'd at first most terribly,—'tis worth something to have a good name. As the dialogue was of Erasmus, my father soon came to himself, and read ​it over and over again with great application, studying every word and every syllable of it thro' and thro' in its most strict and literal interpretation,—he could still make nothing of it, that way. Mayhaps there is more meant, than is said in it, quoth my father.—Learned men, brother Toby, don't write dialogues upon long noses for nothing.—I'll study the mystic and the allegoric sense,—here is some room to turn a man's self in, brother.
My father read on. ———
Now, I find it needful to inform your reverences and worships, that besides the many nautical uses of long noses enumerated by Erasmus, the dialogist affirmeth that a long nose is not without its domestic conveniences also, for that in a case of distress,—and for want of a pair of bellows, it will do excellently well, ad excitandum focum, (to stir up the fire.)
​Nature had been prodigal in her gifts to my father beyond measure, and had sown the seeds of verbal criticism as deep within him, as she had done the seeds of all other knowledge,—so that he had got out his penknife, and was trying experiments upon the sentence, to see if he could not scratch some better sense into it.—I've got within a single letter, brother Toby, cried my father, of Erasmus his mystic meaning.—You are near enough, brother, replied my uncle, in all conscience.—Pshaw! cried my father, scratching on,—I might as well be seven miles off.—I've done it,—said my father, snapping his fingers.—See, my dear brother Toby, how I have mended the sense.—But you have marr'd a word, replied my uncle Toby.—My father put on his spectacles,—bit his lip,—and tore out the leaf in a passion.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 3/Chapter 40

CHAP. XL.
The gift of ratiocination and making syllogisms,—I mean in man,—for in superior classes of beings, such as angels and spirits,—'tis all done, may it please your worships, as they tell me, by intuition;—and beings inferior, as your worships all know,—syllogize by their noses: though there is an island swiming in the sea, though not altogether at its ease, whose inhabitants, if my intelligence deceives me not, are so wonderfully gifted, as to syllogize after the same fashion, and oft-times to make very well out too:—but that's neither here nor there—
The gift of doing it as it should be, amongst us,—or the great and principal ​act of ratiocination in man, as logicians tell us, is the finding out the agreement or disagreement of two ideas one with another, by the intervention of a third; (called the medius terminus) just as a man, as Locke well observes, by a yard, finds two mens nine-pin-alleys to be of the same length, which could not be brought together, to measure their equality, by juxta-position.
Had the same great reasoner looked on, as my father illustrated his systems of noses, and observed my uncle Toby's deportment,—what great attention he gave to every word,—and as oft as he took his pipe from his mouth, with what wonderful seriousness he contemplated the length of it,—surveying it transversely as he held it betwixt his finger and his thumb,—then foreright,—then this way, and ​then that, in all its possible directions and foreshortenings,—he would have concluded my uncle Toby had got hold of the medius terminus; and was syllogizing and measuring with it the truth of each hypothesis of long noses, in order as my father laid them before him. This by the bye, was more than my father wanted,—his aim in all the pains he was at in these philosophic lectures,—was to enable my uncle Toby not to discuss,—but comprehend—to hold the grains and scruples of learning,—not to weigh them.—My uncle Toby, as you will read in the next chapter, did neither the one or the other.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 3/Chapter 36

This chapter includes a leaf, marbled on both sides, which the author says is the "motly emblem of my work!". Each copy of this edition is unique, the page being individually marbled, the border being created by folding up the page edges. The page numbers were hand-stamped after marbling. Later editions used tipped-in marbled sheets, printed the marbling pattern or omitted it.
CHAP. XXXVI.
Of all the tracts my father was at the pains to procure and study in support of his hypothesis, there was not any one wherein he felt a more cruel disappointment at first, than in the celebrated dialogue between Pamphagus and Cocles, written by the chaste pen of the great and venerable Erasmus, upon the various uses ​and seasonable applications of long noses.—Now don't let Satan, my dear girl, in this chapter, take advantage of any one spot of rising-ground to get astride of your imagination, if you can any ways help it; or if he is so nimble as to slip on,—let me beg of you, like an unback'd filly, to frisk it, to squirt it, to jump it, to rear it, to bound it,—and to kick it, with long kicks and short kicks, till like Tickletoby's mare, you break a strap or a crupper, and throw his worship into the dirt.—You need not kill him.—
—And pray who was Tickletoby's mare?—'tis just as discreditable and unscholar-like a question, Sir, as to have asked what year (ab urb. con.) the second Punic war broke out.—Who was Tickle​toby's mare!—Read, read, read, read, my unlearned reader! read,—or by the knowledge of the great saint Paraleipomenon—I tell you before-hand, you had better throw down the book at once; for without much reading, by which your reverence knows, I mean much knowledge, you will no more be able to penetrate the moral of the next marbled page (motly emblem of my work!) than the world with all its sagacity has been able to unraval the many opinions, transactions and truths which still lie mystically hid under the dark veil of the black one.
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# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 3/Chapter 4

CHAP. IV.
A Man's body and his mind, with the utmost reverence to both I speak it, are exactly like a jerkin, and a jerkin's lining;—rumple the one—you rumple the other. There is one certain exception however in this case, and that is, ​when you are so fortunate a fellow, as to have had your jerkin made of a gum-taffeta, and the body-lining to it, of a sarcenet or thin persian.
Zeno, Cleanthes, Diogenes, Babylonius, Dyonisius Heracleotes, Antipater, Panaetius and Possidonius amongst the Greeks;—Cato and Varro and Seneca amongst the Romans;—Pantenus and Clemens Alexandrinus and Montaigne amongst the Christians; and a score and a half of good honest, unthinking, Shandean people as ever lived, whose names I can't recollect,—all pretended that their jerkins were made after this fashion,—you might have rumpled and crumpled, and doubled and creased, and fretted and fridged the outsides of them all to pieces;—in short, you might have played the very devil with them, and at the same time, not ​one of the insides of 'em would have been one button the worse, for all you had done to them.
I believe in my conscience that mine is made up somewhat after this sort:—for never poor jerkin has been tickled off, at such a rate as it has been these last nine months together,—and yet I declare the lining to it,—as far as I am a judge of the matter, it is not a three-penny piece the worse;—pell mell, helter skelter, ding dong, cut and thrust, back stroke and fore stroke, side way and long way, have they been trimming it for me:—had there been the least gumminess in my lining,—by heaven! it had all of it long ago been fray'd and fretted to a thread.
—You Messrs. the monthly Review​ers!—how could you cut and slash my jerkin as you did?—how did you know, but you would cut my lining too?
Heartily and from my soul, to the protection of that Being who will injure none of us, do I recommend you and your affairs,—so God bless you;—only next month, if any one of you should gnash his teeth, and storm and rage at me, as some of you did last May, (in which I remember the weather was very hot)—don't be exasperated, if I pass it by again with good temper,—being determined as long as I live or write (which in my case means the same thing) never to give the honest gentleman a worse word or a worse wish, than my uncle Toby gave the fly which buzz'd about his nose all dinner time,—"Go,—go poor devil," quoth he, "—get thee gone,—why ​should I hurt thee? This world is surely wide enough to hold both thee and me."
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 3/Chapter 39

CHAP. XXXIX.
There was not any one scene more entertaining in our family,—and to do it justice in this point;—and I here put off my cap and lay it upon the table close beside my ink-horn, on purpose to make my declaration to the world concerning this one article, the more solemn,—that I believe in my soul, (un​less my love and partiality to my understanding blinds me) the hand of the supreme Maker and first Designer of all things, never made or put a family together, (in that period at least of it, which I have sat down to write the story of)—where the characters of it were cast or contrasted with so dramatic a felicity as ours was, for this end; or in which the capacities of affording such exquisite scenes, and the powers of shifting them perpetually from morning to night, were lodged and intrusted with so unlimited a confidence, as in the Shandy-family.
Not any one of these was more diverting, I say, in this whimsical theatre of ours,—than what frequently arose out of this self-same chapter of long noses,—especially when my father's imagination was heated with the enquiry, and nothing ​would serve him but to heat my uncle Toby's too.
My uncle Toby would give my father all possible fair play in this attempt; and with infinite patience would sit smoaking his pipe for whole hours together, whilst my father was practising upon his head, and trying every accessible avenue to drive Prignitz and Scroderus's solutions into it.
Whether they were above my uncle Toby's reason,—or contrary to it,—or that his brain was like wet tinder, and no spark could possibly take hold,—or that it was so full of saps, mines, blinds, curtins, and such military disqualifications to his seeing clearly into Prignitz and Scroderus's doctrines,—I say not, let school men—scullions, anatomists, and ​engineers, fight for it amongst themselves.—
'Twas some misfortune, I make no doubt, in this affair, that my father had every word of it to translate for the benefit of my uncle Toby, and render out of Slawkenbergius's Latin, of which, as he was no great master, his translation was not always of the purest,—and generally least so where 'twas most wanted,—this naturally open'd a door to a second misfortune;—that in the warmer paroxisms of his zeal to open my uncle Toby's eyes—my father's ideas run on, as much faster than the translation, as the translation outmoved my uncle Toby's;—neither the one or the other added much to the perspicuity of my father's lecture.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 3/Chapter 32

CHAP. XXXII.
———" Because," quoth my grandmother, repeating the words again,—"you have little or no nose, Sir"—
S'death! cried my great grandfather, clapping his hand upon his nose,—'tis not so small as that comes to;—'tis a full inch longer than my father's.—Now, my great grandfather's nose was for all ​the world like unto the noses of all the men, women, and children, whom Pantagruel found dwelling upon the island of Ennasin.—By the way, if you would know the strange way of getting a-kin amongst so flat-nosed a people,—you must read the book;—find it out yourself, you never can.—
—'Twas shaped, Sir, like an ace of clubs.
—'Tis a full inch, continued my great grandfather, pressing up the ridge of his nose with his finger and thumb; and repeating his assertion,—'tis a full inch longer, madam, than my father's—. You must mean your uncle's, replied my great grandmother.
​—My great grandfather was convinced.—He untwisted the paper, and signed the article.
# The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman/Volume 3/Chapter 35

CHAP. XXXV.
My father's collection was not great, but to make amends, it was curious; and consequently, he was some time in making it; he had the great good fortune however to set off well, in getting Bruscambille's prologue upon long noses, almost for nothing,—for he gave no more for Bruscambille than three half crowns; owing indeed to the strong fancy which the stall-man saw my father had for the book the moment he laid his hands upon it.—There are not three Bruscumbilles in Christendom,—said the stall-man, except what are chain'd up in the libraries of the curious. My father flung down the money as quick as lightening,—took Bruscambille into his bosom,—hyed home ​from Piccadilly to Coleman-street with it, as he would have hyed home with a treasure, without taking his hand once off from Bruscambille all the way.
To those who do not yet know of which gender Bruscambille is,—inasmuch as a prologue upon long noses might easily be done by either,—'twill be no objection against the simile,—to say, That when my father got home, he solaced himself with Bruscambille after the manner, in which, 'tis ten to one, your worship solaced yourself with your first mistress,—that is, from morning even unto night: which by the bye, how delightful soever it may prove to the inamorato,—is of little, or no entertainment at all, to by-standers.—Take notice, I go no farther with the simile.—my father's eye was greater than his ​appetite,—his zeal greater than his knowledge,—he cool'd—his affections became divided,—he got hold of Prignitz,—purchased Scroderus, Andrea Paræus, Bouchet's Evening Conferences, and above all, the great and learned Hafen Slawkenbergius; of which, as I shall have much to say by and bye,—I will say nothing now.
# The Mahabharata/Book 1: Adi Parva/Section CCXXXIII

SECTION CCXXXIII
(Khandava-daha Parva continued)
Vaisampayana said, 'Hearing those words of her sons Jarita continued 'Tha little mouse that had come out of this hole was seized by a hawk with his claws and carried away hence. Therefore, ye may fearlessly enter this hole now.' The young ones replied, 'We are not by any means certain of that mouse having been taken away by the hawk. There may be other mice living here. From them we have every fear. Whereas it is doubtful whether fire will at all approach us here. Already we see an adverse wind blowing the flames away. If we enter the hole, death is certain at the hands of the dwellers in the hole. But if we remain where we are, death is uncertain. O mother, a position in which death is uncertain is better than that in which it is certain. It is thy duty, therefore, to escape thyself, for, if thou livest thou mayest obtain other children as good !' "Their mother then said, 'Ye children, I myself saw the mighty hawk, that best of birds, swoop down and fly away with the mouse from the hole. And while he was flying away swiftly, I followed him behind and pronounced blessing on him for his having taken away the mouse from the hole, I said unto him, O king of hawks, because thou art flying away with our enemy, the mouse, in thy claws, mayest thou, without a foe, live in heaven with a golden body IAfterwards when that hawk devoured the mouse, I came away, obtaining his leave. Therefore ye children, enter this hole trustfully. Ye have nothing to fear. The mouse that was its inmate was seized and taken away by the illustrious hawk in my sight. The young ones again said, 'O mother, we do not by any means know that the mouse hath been carried away by the hawk. We cannot enter this hole in the ground without being certain of the fact.' Their mother said, 'I know to a certainty that the mouse hath been carried away by the hawk. Therefore, ye children, ye have nothing to fear ; do what I say !' The young ones again said, 'We do not, O mother, say that thou art dispelling our fears with a false story I For whatever is done by a person when his reason hath been disturbed can scarcely be said to be that person's deliberate act. Thou hast not been benefited by us, nor dost thou know who we are. Why dost thou, therefore, strive to protect us at so much cost to thyself ? Who are we to thee ? Thou art young and handsome, and capable of seeking out thy husband. Go unto thy husband. Thou shalt obtain good children again. Let us by entering the fire attain to regions of felicity. If, however, the fire consume us not, thou mayest come back and obtain us again.' Vaisampayana said, "The parent bird then, thus addressed by her sons, left them in Khandava and hastily went to the spot where there was no fire and there was safety. Then Agni in haste and with fierce flames approached the spot where the sons of Mandapala were. The young birds saw the blazing fire come towards them. Then Jaritari, the eldest of four, in the hearing of Agni began to speak."
Thus ends the two hundred and thirty-third section in the Khandava-daha Parva of the Adi Parva.
# The Mahabharata/Book 1: Adi Parva/Section CCXXXVI

"Vaisampayana said, 'Mandapala then addressed his children, saying, 'I had spoken unto Agni for the safety of you all. The illustrious deity had assured me that he would grant my wish. At those words of Agni, and knowing the virtuous disposition of your mother, as also the great energy that is in yourselves, I came not here earlier. Therefore, ye sons, do not harbour in your hearts any resentment towards me. Ye are all Rishis acquainted with the Vedas. Even Agni knoweth you well.'
"Vaisampayana continued, 'Having given such assurances unto his sons, the Brahmana Mandapala took with him his wife and sons, and leaving that region, went away to some other country.
"It was thus that the illustrious god of fierce rays, having grown in strength consumed the forest of Khandava with the help of Krishna and Arjuna, for the good of the world. And Agni having drunk several rivers of fat and marrow, became highly gratified, and showed himself to Arjuna. Then Purandara, surrounded by the Maruts, descended from the firmament and addressing Partha and Kesava said, 'Ye have achieved a feat that a celestial even could not. Ask ye each a boon that is not obtainable by any man. I have been gratified with you.'
"Vaisampayana continued, 'Then Partha asked from Indra all his weapons. At this Sakra of great splendour, having fixed the time for giving them, said, 'When the illustrious Madhava becomes pleased with thee, then, O son of Pandu, I will give thee all my weapons! O prince of Kuru's race, I shall know when the time cometh. Even for thy austere asceticism I will give thee all my weapons of fire and all my Vayavya weapons, and thou also wilt accept them all of me.' Then Vasudeva asked that his friendship with Arjuna might be eternal. The chief of the celestials granted unto the intelligent Krishna the boon he desired. And having granted these boons unto Krishna and Arjuna, the lord of the Maruts, accompanied by the celestials, ascended to heaven, having also spoken to Hutasana (one whose food is sacrificial butter). Agni also, having burnt that forest with its animals and birds for five and ten days, became gratified and ceased to burn. Having eaten flesh in abundance and drunk fat and blood, he became highly gratified, and addressing Achyuta and Arjuna said, 'I have been gratified by you two tigers among men. At my command, ye heroes, ye shall be competent to go wheresoever ye choose!' Thus addressed by the illustrious Agni, Arjuna and Vasudeva and the Danava Maya also--these three,--having wandered a little at last sat themselves down on the delightful banks of a river.'"
END OF ADI PARVA