Nor did any lachrymose letter in the Times predict a speedy downfall of the Empire for this apathy of its local guardians. I recited my poem under a tree at the Hindu Mela and one of my hearers was Nabin Sen, the poet. He reminded me of this after I had grown up. My fourth brother, Jyotirindra, was responsible for a political association of which old Rajnarain Bose was the president.
I cannot truthfully assert that all the seven notes of the scale could properly be distinguished in Rajnarain Babu's singing, nevertheless he sent forth his voice and, as in the old Sanskrit works the text is drowned by the notes, so in Rajnarain Babu's musical efforts the vigorous play of his limbs and features overwhelmed his feebler vocal performance; his head swung from side to side marking time, while the storm played havoc with his flowing beard.
At last some worldly-wise people came and joined our society, made us taste of the fruit of knowledge, and broke up our little paradise. When I first knew Rajnarain Babu, I was not old enough to appreciate his many-sidedness. In him were combined many opposites.