. Indika. The country and the people of India and Ceylon . nt residents of that city. Thefather of the novelist seems to have been of no special promi-nence. .He was buried in the North Park Cemetery, Calcutta,where his tombstone is still to be found.* The Armenian School is a plain building with a commodiousbalcony. The structure is old and well worn. As I passed it Icould not help going back, in memory, to September, 1857, whenI saw Thackeray for the first and only time. It was at a rail- * Busteed, Echoes from Old Calcutta, p. 207. ENGLISH WRITE!!* / \ INDIA. 403 wav station in Paris, and I
. Indika. The country and the people of India and Ceylon . nt residents of that city. Thefather of the novelist seems to have been of no special promi-nence. .He was buried in the North Park Cemetery, Calcutta,where his tombstone is still to be found.* The Armenian School is a plain building with a commodiousbalcony. The structure is old and well worn. As I passed it Icould not help going back, in memory, to September, 1857, whenI saw Thackeray for the first and only time. It was at a rail- * Busteed, Echoes from Old Calcutta, p. 207. ENGLISH WRITE!!* / \ INDIA. 403 wav station in Paris, and I was going out to spend the dayamong the royal tombs of old St. Denis, the Westminster Abbeyof France. As my travelling companion and I were taking inthat world of contrasts and contradictions which one sees toperfection in a Paris station, a man was borne in upon a Utterby friendly hands. He was an Englishman taken suddenly andseriously ill, and was on his way to his home in London. A tall,gray-haired, square-faced Englishman had just bought his ticket,. BIRTHPLACE OK THACKERAY. and \\;is about to enter the cars. Just then he caught sight ofthis poor, helpless brother man. He went to him, bent overhim, made inquiries as to his disease and where he was going,and did not leave him until he had encouraged the gentlemanby kindly words, had given him a slip of paper containing theaddress of a London physician who had cured him of the samedisease, and had bidden him a brotherly good-bye. I neverlearned who the invalid was, but the <rood Samaritan was none 404 INDIKA. other than the full-grown man who first saw the light in thishumble place in Calcutta. Who could witness such a scene ofsympathy and real tenderness, and afterwards call Thackeraysheart cold and cynical ? He was a Cynic! By his life all wrought Of generous acts, mild words, and gentle ways;His heart wide open to all kindly thought, His hand so quick to give, his tongue to praise. He was a Cynic! You might read it wri
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