Weep not! my beloved Pice!
You shall not leave the hem of my garment.
I will ask, I will beg, and thus maintain my lot,
And never suffer you to be paid away.
Stories of misers are to be found in every country, and in Chinese
Folk-lore it is told of a mean and stingy king that in peace time he
caused his cavalry to dismount, that their horses might be used in the
Government mills. War came; the horses were returned to the men, but
they kept to their habit, and still persisted in going in a
circle.—_Dennys._
There is a saying also amongst the Punjabis that all misers are
wretched, and collect money only for others to enjoy. They tell a tale
of a miser who was once visited by some friends, and he advanced to meet
them, and said:
“Aoo bow sujjeenâh
Ghur bar Toomhâhrâ
Khur. Peeoh apnâh
Burthun Khumbiarrâh
Rul mil Charreeay ‘Kicheree,’
Purr ‘Ghee’ Toomhâhrâ
Heeahn juggâh tung hai
Bâhair Thakur Dhivarrâh.”