His servants are all Hindoos.
"For Name and Fame" by G. A. Henty
There were present Indian Hindoo princes in gorgeous array, English nobility, literary men, and fine ladies.
"Memoirs" by Charles Godfrey Leland
The inhabitants are the most miserable and worst ruffians in Persia, together with some Hindoos.
"Across Coveted Lands" by Arnold Henry Savage Landor
Hindoo philosophy settled it by fatalism, making man nothing and deities all.
"Joy in Service; Forgetting, and Pressing Onward; Until the Day Dawn" by George Tybout Purves
One fellow smoked dry leaves inside a pipe of Hindoo origin.
"In the Forbidden Land" by Arnold Henry Savage Landor
The name of God among them is Battara (the Avatara of the Hindoos).
"The Expedition to Borneo of H.M.S. Dido" by Henry Keppel
Among the Hindoos, the religious element in law has acquired a complete predominance.
"Ancient Law" by Sir Henry James Sumner Maine
The Rom in Egypt is a Hindoo stranger now, as he ever was.
"The Gypsies" by Charles G. Leland
Hindoo Rao's hill was looked upon as the post of honour, and round it most of the affrays took place.
"Our Soldiers" by W.H.G. Kingston
This is a special ceremony, by which the Hindoos think life is imparted to an image, or that a god is made to enter into an idol.
"Old Daniel" by Thomas Hodson
On its hump there sits a Hindoo
And, as up and down he bobs
All the troops shout, "Stop you're swanking
'Cos you're sitting with the knobs."
"Mandalay 1" by Billy Bennett
Then strayed the poet, in his dreams,
By Rome and Egypt's ancient graves;
Went up the New World's forest streams,
Stood in the Hindoo's temple-caves;
"The Death Of Schiller" by William Cullen Bryant
The tall, turbanned, heathen Hindoo
Is proud to be in the game too,
For the joy of his life,
Is to help in the strife
Of the sahibs, and see the war through.
"The Allied Forces" by Abner Cosens
And GILCHRIST, see, that great Gentoo
Professor, has a lot in town
of Cockney boys, who fag Hindoo,
And larn Jem-nasties at the U
—niversity we've Got in town.
"Stinkomalee Triumphans" by Richard Harris Barham
O, my heart was as a temple, where upon each incensed shrine
I had placed with all a miser's love the statues that were mine;
And I, their faithful pilgrim, paid my vows unto each one
With a more than Hindoo fervour to the cold and senseless stone.
"Winter Visitors" by Alexander Anderson