to-be were plentiful, well content was the gardener; and if nota a Mountains and vales and floods, heard Ye those oaths?a Tradition has kept an echo of them. They were something quite out of the common order, and with a style and sound so emphatically their own as to
UThe Kali Batawi on its way through the Chinese quarter.1
baffle imitation, and render description a hopeless task.
Nor did this originality wear off, as in the course of time, the worthy Duke began to forget the language of the Fatherland. For, losing his German, he found not his Dutch, and the expressions he composed out of such odds and ends of the two languages, as he could lay