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Had the Babu had any hand in the latest disappearance, or was it his letter that had put someone else on their track? Desmond had heard nothing of Surendra Nath or his father since the sack of Calcutta. There was no clue to the solution of the problem. Meanwhile it was necessary to get back to Calcutta.
O slayer of Vala and Vritra, do thou again quaff this Soma juice produced by me today. ""Marutta said, 'Do thou look with kindness upon me, I bow unto thee, O Indra, by thy presence, my sacrifice has been perfected, and my life too blessed with good results. O Surendra, this excellent Brahmana, the younger brother of Vrihaspati is engaged in performing my sacrifices.
"By thunder, sir!" he said, when he had recovered from his astonishment at seeing Desmond in native dress, "I en't a-goin' to surrender to no Moors, sure as my name's Bulger. 'Tis a downright scandalous shame; that's what I call it." "Well, you can tell Mr. Watts so if ever you see him. At present we have no time to waste in talk. Where is Surendra Nath?"
During the siege natives had been allowed to go freely in and out between the fort and the settlement; Ridurlabh was confident in his superior numbers and could afford to regard with indifference the despatch of messages to Calcutta. A messenger came to Desmond in the evening from Surendra Nath, to say that Coja Solomon had returned to Cossimbazar, and was now loading up Mr.
The Babu was a native of Bengal, and the Bengalis were physically the weakest of the Indian peoples, constitutionally timid, and unenterprising in matters demanding physical courage. Desmond smiled as he thought of how his friend Surendra Nath might comport himself in a storm. There remained the Gujarati, and of his nautical capacity Desmond knew nothing.
"Believe me, sahib, you will not offend the bibi's punctilio." "Well, send one of the peons to say that I shall have the pleasure of waiting on Mrs. Merriman in half an hour, if she will permit me." Having shaved and bathed, and donned a change of clothes, Desmond set off accompanied by Surendra Nath to visit the ladies.
"Yours is, especially," said his cousin, "Have you fever to-day?" "No." "Is your liver out of order?" "It is as before." "Would it not be better to refrain from these excesses?" "What, drinking? How often will you speak of that? Wine is my constant companion," said Debendra. "But why should it be?" replied Surendra. "Wine was not born with you; you can't take it away with you.
It was growing dusk. "Hai, worthy jailer!" said Surendra Nath pleasantly, "I was about to tell the marvelous story of King Bhoya's golden throne. But I will even now check the stream at the source. Your time is precious. My comrades must wait until we get inside." "Not so, Babu," said the warder gruffly. "Tell thy tale. Barik Allah, you nine are the last of my round.
When the greeting had passed between them and their master, the old man moved towards Desmond, put his hands together, and made a deep salaam. "I have heard what the sahib did for my son. I thank the sahib," he said. "Yes, 'twas excellent good fortune for Surendra Nath," said Mr. Merriman. "I knew you would be overjoyed to see your son again. "They were well, sahib, when last I heard.
The last paper of this series, "Realisation in Action," has been translated from my Bengali discourse on "Karma- yoga" by my nephew, Babu Surendra Nath Tagore. I take this opportunity of expressing my gratitude to Professor James H. Woods, of Harvard University, for his generous appreciation which encouraged me to complete this series of papers and read most of them before the Harvard University.
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