মাতন্দ্ৰাজ-প্ৰবাস । SO I am too lazy to write more. You must wait till the appearance of the Poem itself. If I meet with a favourable reception from the public for my 'Captive," I shall come out again before the pot cools. All that I want to make me a regular man of letters, is a decent situation, with a few hundreds a month. Who will give it me? Is there none in India p Time will show Excuse this foolish letter-I am sure it's very foolish full of nonsense, egotism and what not ? I trust it won't give you a head-ache to read it. With kindest regards to all, I remain, My Dearest Friend, Your affectionate M. DUTT. P. S. Where’s Hary ? I say, Gour, did you ever see friend Bhoodeb's mother ? Do you know that I have not yet forgotten her queen-like appearance, though it is 8 years since I saw her and that, too, only once When think of an Indian Princess, I think of Bhdodeb's mother and an aunt of mine, now dead. She was or is ( which P) one of the handsomest Bengalee ladics, l ever saw. I shall embody my recollection of Bhoodeb's mother and my aunt into my next heroine. Pray, tell Bhoodeb that when he gets my Poem, he will be surprized at my knowledge of Hindu Anitcuities, for it is a thorough Indian work, full of Rishis-Calis-Lutchmees Camas, Rudras and all the Devils incarnate, whom our orthodox fathers worshipped. The Ist canto contains
