we uhhhh we translatin! im gonna post this on reddit too but y'all get it first :)

I got permission from the lovely squids_in_space to translate some of their Bajoran folktalk in their fanfic Something's Wrong With Mommy

I'll show first the original excerpt, then the Bajoran romanization, then the back-translation to English, and finally, of course, the full thing typed in the Bajoran script.

This took a little over an hour to translate, so no, I cannot provide gloss or IPA like I do for short texts or i'll go mad. making thi also added ~86 new terms to the dictionary, so be sure to check that out HERE in the ever-updating spreadsheet!

All under the readmore for your convenience!

ORIGINAL TEXT

The Story of Madja and the Pah-Wraith Child

Oh dear listener! The blessings of the Prophets be upon you; hear this tale of Madja and the Pah-Wraith Child. It begins long ago, so long ago that the village where this story takes place has been long ground to dust by time. In this village, in this time, lived a woman named Katin Madja. She was a pious woman, a vedek's widow, and a weaver of great renown. She had lived a full and rich life with her husband but, alas! they had never had children of their own. So when she retired, when her hands were too crooked to knit or loom, she turned to gardening. She served in the vineyards of her deceased spouse's monastery, tending the sprika vines, making sure that the sprigs that fruited later were of the finest quality. The springwine produced from the fruit of Madja's vines were among the valley's most celebrated vintages. And for a time, she was content.

BAJORAN ROMANIZATION

Māja Palame Taporanā Odist

Ōklemos kimropalanā! Sta kost nosadist emla ilatōmis dō idenja ehā sedā, meropant idenjalōs emā nteri dol 'Māja Palame Taporanā Odist'. Sta ojadol pak katisa dol. Lahisemis havespnes havesap vō. Sisapalev ridahedas nteri dō kiro ehā. Pajeralish panjora emā ridahe katise ehā sedā hav ipastip Katin Māja. Sta kost kokōli ehop dol posa ehā vedekha sisal rlosikanā ehā. Pajeralish ehop mopi nihalet pajera dol noni odist ehop dō. Kihetil! Epel istejalish ehop māsvi taporanā dol. Mimemirek ehop johā rlosisalhev ehop sedihevame hav dolirel kiro hakot vesitimis dol. Sta mirhir ehop pirlanipe eporsak noni dō mirehā ehā sedā. Sta rejadest ehop kāva dol hetil lidotir pakpak dato kāvordomis dol. Sisalhev emā ranesevte kāvordo dō delosi dol ridahe ehā sedā, ehop rejadestip pak. Dahohil sta kost asosa Māja.

ENGLISH BACKTRANSLATION

Māja with a Pah-Wraith Child

Dear listener! I hope the Prophet's blessings are on you, then you will listen to the story of 'Māja and the Pah-Wraith Child'. It starts long ago. Hundreds beyond a hundred days. I was told that the village of the story has been ground down into dust by time. In the village and in the time, a woman named Katin Māja had lived. She was pious, a vedek's widower, and a celebrated weaver. She had lived a good, exciting life with her husband. And! They had never had children. She retired because she weaved no clothing or tapestries after time made bent hands. She gardens, in the garden of the dead husband's monastery. She grows kāva, they bloom fruits. The springwine of the fruit were celebrated bottles in the village; she grew it. And briefly, Maja was calm.

BAJORAN SCRIPT

What a horrifying experience it must of been for the sixth to come to cannon house and meet Cytherea as Dulcinea.

How many years did it take for Palamities to developed the necromantic lung shunt only to see Dulcinea, not using it. Dulci was the test subject for that work. If she never used it. Did it ever really work in the first place.

Palamities remembers all the letters he wrote and wonders if they were all a game to her.

Is Palamities mad at the building for "lying to him on a molecular level" because he can't confront the woman he loved who had apparently been lying to him for years, for her own amusement. And to watch as she picked out a new play thing.

How angry Cam must have been on his behalf, and on her own own.

Gurgaon Police Crack Down on Electricity Bill Scam: Four Arrested in Rs 1 Lakh Fraud

In a recent breakthrough, Gurgaon police successfully apprehended four suspects involved in a sophisticated electricity bill scam that swindled a woman out of Rs 1 lakh. The incident came to light when the victim reported an unauthorized withdrawal from her bank account after attempting to clear her electricity bill.

Complaint and Police Response:

On June 3, the victim filed a complaint at the Sector 14 police station, prompting an immediate response from the Gurgaon police. The unauthorized withdrawal triggered a thorough investigation, leading to the registration of a case under the relevant sections of the Indian Penal Code.

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Modus Operandi Revealed:

The investigation unveiled a cunning modus operandi orchestrated by a suspect named Ajay and his associates. The scammers sent threatening messages, claiming that failure to settle electricity bills would result in disconnection. Subsequently, they sent payment links to the victims. Once clicked, the perpetrators hacked into bank accounts, siphoning off money.

Arrests and Suspects' Identities:

A specialized police team, led by Assistant Commissioner of Police Vipin Ahlawat, successfully apprehended the suspects in Palam Vihar. The arrested individuals include Pankaj and Mangilal from Munasri Hanuman Garh, Rajasthan, Sombeer from Gadhi village, Hisar district, and Ajay from Niwana village, Hisar.

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Transaction Details Unveiled:

During the interrogation, it was revealed that the defrauded amount was transferred to Pankaj's bank account, then sent to Mangilal. Sombeer, employed at a petrol pump, received the money, charging a 1.5% commission, before forwarding the remaining sum to Ajay. The investigation is ongoing to delve into the full extent of the allegations.

Insight into Cyber Criminal Techniques:

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Police Advisory and Vigilance:

In light of this incident, the police are actively urging citizens to remain vigilant against fraudulent tactics employed by cybercriminals. They emphasize the importance of reporting any suspicious activities to prevent falling victim to cyber scams.

Suggestions for Further Reading:

Consider including a section on cybersecurity best practices and tips to avoid falling prey to such scams. This could include information on recognizing phishing attempts, securing personal information online, and staying informed about prevalent cyber threats.

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Pro Caelio 38

huic tristi ac derecto seni responderet Caelius se nulla cupiditate inductum de via decessisse.

to this stern and strict old man Caelius would respond that he had not departed from the straight path due to lust.

quo signi? nulli sumptus, nulla iactura, nulla versura.

what proof is there? there is no charge, no loss, no debt.

at fuit fama.

but there was a rumour.

quotus quisque istam effugere potest,

how few people can escape that (rumour),

praesertim, in tam maledicta civitate?

especially, in such a slanderous state?

vicinum eius mulieris miraris male audisse

do you not wonder at the neighbour of the women heard badly

[gained a bad reputation]

cuius frater germanus sermones iniquorum effugere non potuit?

whose full blooded brother could not escape the conversations of ill wishes?

leni vero et clementi patri cuius modi ille est:

indeed Caelius is to a gentle and merciful father of which manner his own father is:

fores ecfregit, restituentur;

he has broken the doors, they will be repaired;

discidit vestem, resarcietur.

he's torn his garment, it will be mended.

Caeli causa est expeditissima.

Caelius; cause is uncomplicated.

quid enim esset in quo se non facile defenderet?

for what was there in which he could not defending himself easily?

nihil iam in istam mulierem dico;

now I say nothing against that women;

sed, si esset aliqua dissimilis istius quae se omnibus pervolgaret,

but, if there was some woman unlike that woman who made herself available,

quae haberet palam decretum semper aliquem,

who always had someone picked out openly,

cuius in hortos, domum, Baias iure suo libidines omnium commearent,

into whose gardens, home, estate at Baiae the lusts of everyone frequent at their will,

quae etiam aleret adulescentis

a woman who even grooms young men

et parsimoniam patrum suis sumptibus sustineret;

and sustains the frugal nature of fathers with her own wealth;

si vidua libere, proterva petulanter, dives effuse, libidinosa meretricio more viveret,

if she lived as a widow freely, shamelessly as a shameful woman, as a rich woman lavishly, as a lustful woman in the way of a harlet,

adulterum ego putarem si quis hanc paulo liberius salutasset.

would I think that she was a cheater, if anyone greeted her too freely.

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Once Upon a City: Amusing Anecdotes about Madras

Madras that is Chennai celebrates its birthday on August 22, possibly on presumption, going by what S. Muthiah, the city’s finest chronicler who left a treasure of information on the city, records in Madras Rediscovered, which has run eight editions starting from 1981. A deed was signed on behalf of John Company by Francis Day and Andrew Cogan with the local Nayak rulers in Wandiwash and Poonamalle, Venkatappa and his brother Aiyappa, and that deed is dated as July 22, 1639.

That grant is dated July 22, 1639, but since Day reached Madraspatam – the name mentioned in the grant – only on July 27th, the chances are that ‘July’ is an error and August 22, 1639, is more likely the date the East India Company acquired the land to found their settlement.

The British men were given a small strip of land (which Muthiah terms “no man’s sand”) on lease on which they established a “trading post that was in effect a warehouse-cum-residence with some fortification,” to quote Muthiah.

And the land was chosen in Madras hyped up on a lie by Francis Day that cotton cheap in Madras as Day claimed in his recommendation to his superior, Andrew Cogan. And the city—which did have a notorious scale of gossip and scandals later on due to colourful men decorating the East India Company’s services or their agents, friends, or just men from England—was ostensibly founded on a famous gossip:

Day’s own explanation for choosing this barren, sandy site was that its hinterland offered “excellent long Cloath and better cheape by 20 per cent than anywhere else”! A noted gossip of the time, however, had it that the choice was determined by Day having a mistress in Portuguese San Thomé; the nearby settlement-to-be would ensure “their Interviews might be the more frequent and uninterrupted”! Whether this was indeed the case is a matter for conjecture, but that there was a mistress appears to have been gossip with some substance; a friend and successor to the charge of Madras, Henry Greenhill, is reported as having succeeded to the willing gentlewoman!

Madras Rediscovered is not a boring collection of facts and details to construct the past of Madras but a charming text to be read to understand how a small trading post evolved to become the metropolis of modern times, told in a very conversational, yet sophisticated and flowing language.

Where you actually give yourself to giggles, laughs, disbelief, and even tears are the anecdotes that punctuate the 20 chapters, which Muthiah chooses to name Once Upon a City. The first one begins thus:

I had promised to show him Robert Clive’s watering-holes in and around Madras. Little did I realise he’d turn up at my house in the best Clive manner, complete with coach and escort. His outrider that morning roared up on an iron steed, quickly dismounted at my gate and threw a smart salute. Moments later the carriage chugged up behind the police inspector and ensconced in the auto-rickshaw was a short, tubby, safari-suited Stanley Clives peering owlishly through heavy glasses to make sure he’d got right an address no Clive had ever known. Once sure, he broke into a broad, most unClive-like grin and proceeded to explain the comedy of errors that had earned him a police escort and which had raised in his esteem more than a notch the Madras police force whose sense of duty encompassed helping harassed strangers.

So a Clive (he also tells how the Clive became Clives) descendent arrived to meet Muthiah in an autorickshaw escorted by a police vehicle. What a setting! That engaging style, with wit and humour, is what you could expect to be treated to in these anecdotes. The main narrative about Madras is full of flourishing text that draws you in, arrests your senses, and piles up your curiosity.

You better read up on how the Survey of India had its roots in Madras. There are stories on mysterious murder, heads over heels love that would make would make “true love an eternal bestseller”, and the forgotten merchantmen (among whom my favourite is Coja Petrus Uscan, the Armenian merchant who enabled the connect between Mambalam and St. Thomas Mount through the Marmalong Bridge [now Maraimalai Adigal Palam]).

Muthiah delves into the Cooum (which once was a bather’s delight, now a polluted nightmare), the French dalliance with Madras that fell through only because of a poorly designed treaty, and life of Annie Besant and how printing came to Madras in the following anecdotes.

The stories of Parry & Company and Crompton & Company, two of the affluent British firms of Madras in their heyday, the founding of Indian Bank, Indo-Saracenic architecture, Edward Winter who was Day’s contemporary, film making in Madras and the city’s metamorphosis are captured in other anecdotes.

I have my favourites though in those Once Upon a City anecdotes—about The Hindu, on my lifeline poet Bharathi and on mathematical genius S. Ramanujan, and the Chepauk cricket ground.

The bewitching write on Chepauk first:

To me – and to most enthusiasts of the game as played in another, more leisurely, perhaps, even more gracious, age – cricket in Madras will for ever be associated with Chepauk’s lovely sward of lush springy turf tended with infinite patience and care to billiard table smoothness by Munuswamy of old, the entire emerald oval surrounded by towering cassias and acacias, some a century old, shedding their cool shade over low, tin-roofed stands. From these stands, which did nothing to mar the English county cricket ground atmosphere of Chepauk, you could watch in stretch-legged comfort Johnstone and Ward and Nailer, Gopalan and Ram Singh and Rangachari do epic battle against each other in the annual Pongal Week ‘Tests’, the Presidency Match that pitted European versus Indian in many a famous contest, then team up together to do yeoman duty for Madras against the rest of India in the Ranji Trophy matches of the 1930s and 1940s. [my emphasis]

Once Muthiah bowls you over, you go on to finish the story in double quick time and keep going back to it for inspiration, again and again. Talking of Pongal tests, which at one time the Chepauk was famous for, and we, the young then, often termed Indian sloppiness on the field as buttery fingers (after a generous scoop of Sakkarai Pongal with hands)!

The Hindu is an icon of Madras, always holding a place in the city’s ethos with an unparalleled history, a rare case of a newspaper intertwined with a city’s culture. Muthiah wrote Madras Miscellany for years in this newspaper without a break! Except once when his home was flooded in 2015 and when he finally had to give up due to his uncooperating health. Those stories were served on Monday morning with unfailing regularity, with this chronicler’s gaze often deep and amusing. But let’s get back to The Hindu itself, in Muthiah’s words:

“You might like The Hindu or you may not,” starts this chronicler, who should have collected copious paper cuttings of this newspaper in to his journals. And goes on to say, albeit grounded in the very tradition of the land:

… the paper has always reminded me of a one-time neighbour abroad. A middle-aged wisp of a woman in a nine-yard saree, chattering away in impeccable but strongly accented English, she organised the neighbourhood’s best coffee parties and bridge sessions in the mornings, drove herself through snarled traffic for sareed tennis in the afternoons, and with supreme aplomb threw boisterously successful cocktail parties or staid sit-down dinners, replete with her best silver and traditional vegetarian cuisine, in the evenings. Yet she remained true to Olde Madras in all those years, in dress and makeup, in habits and customs, above all in the practice of rituals of faith and worship. She was, bless her daunting soul, the finest example I knew of that rather overpowering but slowly vanishing personality, the Modern Orthodox Madras Conservative. And The Hindu has tended to be that over the years.

Only he could style The Hindu as “A middle-aged wisp of a woman in a nine-yard saree.” And what follows about the newspaper’s history is nothing short of fabulous. And he told me once that he was so inspired by the coverage of Lakshmikanthan murder case in the newspaper.

The mathematical genius of Ramanujan is not what Muthiah dwells upon but his life struggle and his work. Not so much with linguistic flourish though. On occasion, your eyes moisten while reading it because of the way the story is told. Combined in this anecdote is also the story about S. Chandrasekhar, the astrophysicist who won the Nobel in physics, long after it was due though. Maybe the future generations would get some inkling of this outstanding scientist from Muthiah’s account. I for one didn’t know much about this tall figure in such detail before reading it here.

Bharathiar is a universal poet. And there would be a few who wouldn’t have heard about him in the Tamil land. And to immerse yourself into his works gives not only inspiration but also a charge that would light up your life, for ever. Muthiah writes:

During the two years that he was a subeditor with the Swadesamitran, Bharati not only was trained as a journalist by Subramania Aiyer but also acquired his fire. The bouquet of heady wine made Bharati want to burst into patriotic verbal extravagance.

Not much about Bharathi’s fiery poetry finds mention but more of his journalistic career and life forms Muthiah’s focus. He says:

Bharati, in exile and deprived of a journalistic career, undoubtedly turned softer. The same thing had happened to VOC, who had come out of jail a crushed man, and, earlier, Subramania Aiyer, who had been shattered by the very threat of imprisonment. Aurobindo Ghosh, a fellow exile in Pondicherry, turned to spiritualism and V V S Aiyar, another fiery revolutionary in exile, turned to the world of letters, writing the first Tamil short story in 1917, Kulathangarai Arasamaram, after an initial spell of training gunmen. In this atmosphere of broken dreams and literary timewhiling, Bharati attempted to retain his interest in politics by writing sedate letters to the editors of Madras journals. As his prose became less fiery, his verse became more lyrical. He became the supreme poet. He also gave up his rural indifference to appearance and opted for a buttoned-up frock coat, loose turban to hide his baldness, and a pampered moustache to go with his clean shave.

Muthiah weaves into Bharathiar’s life as a careful observer, picking up the story in its magnificent simplicity, and this was so thrilling to read, of his meeting with C.R. Srinivasan, manager of Swadesamitran, when Bharathi rejoined the newspaper:

They introduced themselves. Srinivasan later recalled: “The Bharati I saw that day is indelibly imprinted on my mind’s eye. Middling height. Thin build. Shining, light brown complexion. Layer after layer of a turban wound round the head. A broad forehead. A dot of kum kum of a quarter anna size in its middle. Thick brows that stood guard over the roving eyes. The upturned nose highlighting the sunken cheeks. Though an aggressive moustache hid the upper lip, the lower lip revealed a listless life. A shirt without buttons to cover the body and an alpaca black coat over it. That too torn while jumping from the cart. He sat on the chair. Tongue-tied, the eyes rolled around, sizing everything. They alighted on me also, moving up and down. Rebellious eyes; sorrowful eyes; eyes that exuded peace; eyes that captivated. They stole my heart.”

The greatness of Bharathiar told in succulent text, captivating to read. Who says Muthiah has left us? His text speaks to us and the city’s now popular historian, Sriram V, has kept alive his memoirs of the city by covering many of the sites, especially favouring North Madras, described in the book in his heritage walks.

If working with these two men of letters and history isn’t a blessing, what is?

Saturday [Sunday] 13 May 1838

8 ½

12 ¼

all ready in 1 ¾ hour – very fine morning F58 ½° at 8 ½ - breakfast in about ½ hour and then inking over accounts till 11 – and went out about 11 ½ - A- up early this morning wrote up her journal and copied mine of yesterday – went direct (the garçon of the hotel just shewed us to the door) to the house of M. Vandenschrik , Rue de Paris a riche particulier to see his picture – mentioned to us by Madame Venue Desterdiu (mistress of the hotel de Suède) as one of the best collections in Europe, worth many thousand of florins – a woman opened the porte cochère guichet, and shewed us in to a gentleman whom we soon found was the propriétaire of the house and pictures a connoisseur and amateur of gout inné – he cried for a picture as a baby – and his mother used to buy him pictures for toys – his school altogether flamande (Flemish and Dutch) – 1st shewed us into 2 nice rooms rez de chaussée of good modern pictures a host of Dutch and Flemish names I am not artist enough to note or remember – then into his gallery built exprès of the old Flemish masters – lighted from the top – sides a darkish grey – all the pictures everywhere in handsome gilt frames placed in boxes covered with crimson merinos, and suspended by dark coloured cords from an iron sort of continued curtain-rodding fixed round the top of the room .:. every picture moveable at a slight tough and no nails driven – very good effect – at the top of the gallery 2 Vandykes a merchant and a duke of Neuborg? the only picture that remained to him of his fathers’ collection – some good Sneyders – a few Rembrandts’ – a few pictures of Rubens – asked M. V- which was his favourite picture – he seemed to say a waterfall by Ruysdal – I did not see much in it to fascinate me – but when he opened the [?] of the collection a charming Rubens – St. Catherine immediately being beheaded – the executor gone, and 2 angels come the one taking up the body, the other the head, to carry them to Mt. Sinai (on the top of which the present convent is dedicated to St. Catherine) – the wheel on which she was placed had broken without hurting her, and parts of the broken wheel lie in the near corner of the picture – the composition, drawing, and colouring are equally excellent? the feet seem still not dead – the back and blending neck are incomparable – the head – the face of clam placid expression is yet quite dead – this pictures was painted by R- immediately after his return from Italy and was in the même accord (same account or bill as) as the erection of the cross (the companion of the family’s descent from the X) in the cathedral at Antwerp – this St. Catherine formed a sort of table to the erection of the X and was sold about 100 years ago by the cathedral in order with the price of it to erect a fine marble altar piece for the larger picture – it passed thro’ various hands and came into the possession of M. V- I think he said a year or 2 ago – the gush of blood from the neck of the tronc very good – but said I could not comprehend the white streak, as if the blood and water? this said V- was poésie – to mark his virginity! – I stood for several minutes

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before this picture probably apologizing for detaining Mr. V- but probably giving him a real pleasure – the picture is really charming – I saw without observing a great many cards on the top of the sort of table-frame in which the picture is shut up – It never occurred to me to leave my own card – nor, in fact, had I one with me – regretted we had not more time to spare – M. V- civil – très poli – on leaving him said there ought to be some charity box or some means of enabling one to do some little good – said this gently and civilly – Indeed I did not then quite know enough about M. V- to be certain what to do – going to give the servant something but she had closed the door (guichet of the porte cochère) – on returning to the Inn A- said she had seen the several cards – among the rest, those of Sir ---- and Lady Ramsay – I had thanked Mr. V- très poliement -  he said he hoped to have the same civility should he be in England – of which I, of course, replied he might feel quite assured – 1 25 hour at M. V-s’ i.e. from 11 ¾ to 1 10 – from M. V-‘s to the botanic garden in 5 minutes at 1 ¼ and sauntering about there till 2 20 – not very large, but very nicely kept, pretty garden – and very good serres – unluckily the jardinière chef was away, and we had only a boy domestique with us who knew nothing of plants without tickets – mespilus palam Xisti (Throps’ evergreen thorn) border hedges, instead of box, 18in. to 3ft. high – very pretty – pretty mass of rhododendrons, and ditto ditto juniperus Sabina, and ditto ditto of paeonia (peonies) – Icosandria class xii.  monogynia prunus cerasus our common large leaved  laurel

Digynia Spirea ulmaria what I call at home meadow sweet

spirea filipendula

Ditto laevigata, in flower (white) very pretty

Sempervivum tectorum, house leek.

Adonis vernalis, pheasants’ eye

Ajuga reptaus, bugloss, the pretty common blue flowering plant that forms the bordering creeping along the meer walk struck on entering the garden with the pretty effect of 3 clumps of spruces and filling up in interstices, on each side of the middle clump a clump of purple beeches – these clumps margin the water prettily surmounted by 3 little flower bed terraces with green slopes between them, and down to the water – right on entering the garden very pretty thing in pink flower – a mass of pink, that our boy called flox veronica – from the garden sauntered to the grande place and very fine town hall  (a florid gothic lofty, apparently 3 stories high + 2 of basement and cellars + 4 stories in the roof? – the corners finished in round towers with each a florid gothic high turret or minaret and 1 at each end on the ridge of the roof – stood gazing a few minutes – then went into the fine cathedral 4 fine aisles – whitewashed – lofty – fine church – here too a fine oak-carved pulpit – a conversion of St. Paul thrown from his horse but rather different from tat at Malines – M. V- told us this morning, in explaining an interior of Antwerp cathedral as it was 2 centuries ago, that the then pulpit was still in the cathedral and of great historic interest tho’ plain in itself – the present fine oak-carved pulpit was taken from the church of the Jesuits – this interior taken before the present floor of the cathedral raised 3 or 4 ft. in consequence of inundations whenever the tide rose very high – came back to the hotel at 3 ¼ - paid all – had up the mistress of the hotel a nice sort of person window of a M. Desterdiu – Hotel de Suède Rue de Diest n°46 – very good hotel – got her to write me out  a bill for the 2 servants – dinner 3/. supper 2/50 breakfast 1/50 – she sent for a bottle of best (red) called Peterman – for which offered to pay 1fr. but she would return me in French and Belgian all the copper she had = 5 sols – like the common table been better - § off from the hotel de Suéde Louvain (had been very comfortable there) at 4pm – immediately after passing the barrier (out of the town) drove over the chemin de fer railroad, sunk in the sand below us – the chemin de fer nowhere comes into the town, but has its stations just outside –

§ Madame Desterdiu gives nothing to the post boys but something to eat – at other Inns they have some times as much as 2 fr. a piece given - .:. they will not bring people to her house if they can help it – take then to the hotel Sauvage – the hotel de Cologne n’existe plus –

fine country about Louvain – horizon closed in by amphitheatre of wooded or cultivated hill – very light sandy land all along, at, and from Antwerp here – from Louvain to Tirlemont 2 1/4p. of undulating or hilly road – good pavé – but begged to go on the parterre – the dust better than noise and jolting – trees on each side the road poplars and none of them large – Scotch fir plantations along the ridge of hill (left) have a good effect – very fine rich country – good villages and churches – Tirlemont a good town. 2 large good grandes places, and 2 large good churches – drove to the poste – 22 minutes in changing horses – nowhere ½ so long – leaving the town, just out of the old barrier gate (right) the 3 ancient tumuli all in a line – very close together – on the top of 2 of them, 3 or 4 young poplars – both sides of the road, just out of the town, and near and far all along good villages with good churches fine rich country and for the last ½ hour (from 7 to 7 ½) the avenue of the road finely closed –(terminated) by the clocher to one of the coaches of St. Troud [Sint- Truiden]– (the trees along the road latterly young poplars) except a very few young elms  - the roads in this country generally sunk more or less below the level of the adjoining ground – from 2 or 3 to 8 or 9ft. deep – what became of all the stuff that must have been removed? why thus sink the roads – for a better foundation? all about Brussels and everywhere the same – alight at the hotel de l’Europe à St. Troud [Sint-Truiden] in the grande place at 7 ½ sometime arranging about rooms and nourriture –not many English s’arrêtent ici – but very well off at last au 2nde Oddy and George sur le même palier – Supper ready for us all soon after 8 – (about 8 10) – have not enjoyed a meal so much since landing – the servants, too, it seems had a very good supper – we had fried sausages and eggs – hot roast veal – cold mutton and ditto beef and excellent salad – supped on the 2 first, and on the salad with cheese and bread and butter afterwards – had no wine de la maison, but finished our Brussels bottle of vin muscat de lunel – then A- and I at our Journals and have just written so far now at 10 50 pm

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