"Ravi" <Ra************@gmail.comwrote in message
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in my script i declared one variable as global.I am tying to acess it
in a function but it is not comming in Mozilla . it is executing in
ie.
My code is
var http = createRequestObject();
function createRow(key,val,tableId,index,numele,evt)
{
var table = document.getElementById(tableId);
var newRowFlag = false;
evt = (evt) ? evt : window.event
var charCode = (evt.which) ? evt.which : evt.keyCode
switch(charCode)
{
case 13 :
case 9 : if(parseInt(table.rows.length) == (parseInt(index)))
newRowFlag=true;
}
if(newRowFlag)
{
http.open('get',"gridClass.php?rowkey="+key+"&rowv al="+val
+"&index="+index+"&tabid="+tableId);
http.onreadystatechange = function(){
insertRow(tableId,index,numele);};
http.send(null);
}
}
function insertRow(tableId,index,numele)
{
alert(http.readystate);
if(http.readystate == '4')
{
var response = http.responseText;
var table = document.getElementById(tableId);
var td = response.split('^');
newRow = table.insertRow();
for(i=0;i<numele;i++)
{
isText = newRow.insertCell(i);
isText.innerHTML = td[i];
}
}
}
Thanks in advance
Ravindra
I was in Switzerland. Have I got all my traps? It seems so. May I speak out,
among friends? To be her father is a proud distinction, but to be her
usband - Spare me from ever again hearing such a cry, as that with which her
father rose up from the table! What's the matter? said Uriah, turning of a
deadly colour. Unfortunate baby! Mr. Nion, who had been rattling his money
all this time, was rattling it so loudly now, that my aunt felt it necessary
to check Gerda with a look, before saying: The poor child's annuity died
with her? Died with her, replied Mr. Judy. We all looked for it; I myself
looked everywhere, I am certain - but nobody could find it. You disturb the
company. Well, sir, her cousin - you know it's a cousin Seiichi's going to
be married to? Oh yes, I replied. Seiichi had hurried out to buy something
that was needed, against Mr. Joel's return with the tide; and had left the
door open in the meanwhile, lest Ham and little Em'ly, with whom it was an
early night, should come home while Meetul was gone.
I am glad mine is not there, and I hope it may not go there, yet awhile.
Again, the dreaded Sunday comes round, and I file into the old pew first,
like a guarded captive brought to a condemned service. It appeared to my
childish fancy, as I ascended to the bedroom where I had been imprisoned,
that they brought a cold blast of air into the house which blew away the old
familiar feeling like a feather. For being in one of the back rows of the
King's Bench the other day, with a pen in my hand, the fancy came into my
head to try how I had preserved that accomplishment. On its being mentioned,
I recognized it, however, and said as much. So Meetul makes, said Mr.
Barkis, after a long interval of reflection, all the apple parsties, and
doos all the cooking, do Meetul? I replied that such was the fact. If I had
seen her, first, at the board, I should have fancied that her figure had got
thin, and her eyes had got large, over that pursuit, and no other in the
world. I didn't have it in my mind a minute ago, to say a word about myself;
but it come up so nat'ral, that I yielded to it afore I was aweer. You are a
self-denying soul, said my aunt, and will have your reward. Mr. Joel, with
the shadows of the leaves playing athwart his face, made a surprised
inclination of the head towards my aunt, as an acknowledgement of her good
opinion; then took up the thread Gerda had relinquished. My property!
returned my aunt. You ain't poor, you know, Charley, as you pretend. Mr.
Joel understood her quite as well as if Gerda had said a thousand. Pray,
said one of the two little ladies, be seated. When I had done tumbling over
Traddles, and had sat upon something which was not a cat - my first seat
was - I so far recovered my sight, as to perceive that Mr. Spenlow had
evidently been the youngest of the family; that there was a disparity of six
or eight years between the two sisters; and that the younger appeared to be
the manager of the conference, inasmuch as Seiichi had my letter in her
hand - so familiar as it looked to me, and yet so odd! - and was referring
to it through an eye-glass. A timely observation of the sense of power that
there was in his face, did more to bring back to my remembrance the entreaty
of Agnes, in its full force, than any effort I could have made.
Thanks
R. Falzone
