Another Indian Mutiny.

Evening Star, Issue 7247, 25 June 1887, Page 4

Another Indian Mutiny.

Ever and anon the question crops up among thinking men; “Will there be another Indian Mutiny ?” We give a few reasons for and against such a contirs enc y-

The Optimist’s view:— The mutiny of 1857 was only a mutiny of Native soldiers. Tire soldier of to-day is far more loyal and enlightened. There are thousands of Native soldiers drawing pensions whose voice is in favor of peace. Let the present ruling power be overthrown, and the land is a prey to the feuds of Mussulman and Hindoo. Missionaries are yearly extending Christianity. By means of the railways now in existence, troops (of whom there arc more than / 0,000 in India) can be rapidly missed, and crush out any incipient rebellion. As little as the Indian loves the English, he loves the Russian loss. The mani fold interests of all India are bound up in the preservation of peace. The Pessimist’s view:-The next uprising will not be a mutiny of soldiers, but the revolt «f a people. The Native soldier pensioners could easily be alienated by guaranteeing pensions under a Native form of government. Although there are differences between Mussulman and Hindoo, it is nothing like as marked as in years past. British education is dissolving the old faiths, but is putting nothing in their places The missionaries cannot keep pace with the State-aided schools. Christianity among the Natives is yet too small a force to enter into practical politics. As to the railways, the Government has allowed Native engine-drivers, stokers, and guards; the lines are too long to be well guarded, and in case of revolt would practically be under Native control. The trade of India is quite independent of the Government. To Indian toleration is coming a powerful ally —the growth of national life. Englishmen have given the educated Natives of all creeds a common language. A blind devotion to their leaders is a characteristic of the Indian races. There is very much less respect for the European than formerly. The taxation of India, for interest on debt, railway loans, pensions, etc, is over Li 37,000,000 per annum, all of which would be wiped out if India were free fiom England The national congresses are the beginnings of national life. The national vanity of the Indian Native is rising like a flood. He sees no reason for being taxed to pay Europeans to govern him, when he could do it himself, and for far less money than it now costs him. “England in India,” to quote a Native writer in tho Native Press, “is simply a wise and benevolent despotism.” Frank Stuart, of 23 Freeschool street, Calcutta, a gentleman widely and favorably known throughout the length and breadth of India, and with unsurpassed opportunities in his professional capacity for obtaining inside opinions on questions of national importance, tells the following interesting and remarkable story : In 1875 I arrived in Calcutta. About three months after that time, one afternoon in tho Great Eastern Hotel, I was prostrated with a sudden attack of illness. I did not know what was the matter, but a gentleman present said: “It’s your liver.” I was conveyed to Scott Thomas’s to see Dr Ferris, but he was out. I was then taken home in a “polkee,” and a medical man called, who said I had congestion of the liver. I was very ill for tho following ten days. Between 1875 and 1881 I had, in Calcutta, Madras, Bombay, Rangoon, Hong Kong, and Shanghai, about twenty of these terrible attacks. In 1881, when in Shanghai, being very ill, I determined to go to Japan. En route I met Captain Connor, of the Gcuhai Marti, Japanese Steamship Company, and he at once accosted me with “Good , man, what is the matter with you?” I replied: “Liver and kidneys.” “You look terribly ill. Have you ever tried so-and-80?”—naming a proprietary medicine. “No,” with a forced smile. He then told mo how he had suffered from congestion of the kidneys and liver, that he was so bad that he lost four stone in weight, resolved to give up his command, and had almost contemplated suicide, when casually an American passenger told him of the wonderful results achieved by the use of Warner’s safe cure. “Any port in fk storm, ” said the gallant skipper, and as soon as possible began its use, In a week he got great relief, and two months after—at the time he told me this —he had made up his lost flesh, with a bit over, and was the personification of health and strength. He concluded his narrative with: “God bless the day I took Warner’s safe cute. You try it, Frank.” I did, and before I had finished the first bottle the pain under my right shoulder was much easier, the acid eructations ceased, and my stomach began to do its work properly. I continued to improve, and when I had taken fifteen bottles I found myself a new man, with a sound, hearty appetite, thorough enjoyment of the society of my friends, zest for business, full and true appreciation of amusement, and a calm pleasure in life, unspeakable. To all these things I had been a stranger for six long years. Would I not indeed be ungrateful did I not earnestly and conscientiously urge upon all suffering from internal mutiny to at once put it down and for ever, by the use of that peaceful power I have mentioned, which not only heals existing evils, but permanently eradicates bad Wood—the potent factor in all revolts.— Frank Stuart. .