all things: and Henry would say to his bearer, that the great God who made all things, could not be like the Gods which he believed in, which, according to his accounts of them, were more wicked and foolish than the worst men.
Once in particular, it was in one of those lovely places near the Rajamahal hills; Henry and his bearer went to walk. Henry's mamma had during the day been very cross to him, and the poor little fellow did not feel well, although he did not
