পরিশিষ্ট । and break your sides with laughter. He was a universal favourite. Conce met he was always and ever afterwards, "Hail fellow, well met * Modhu was generous and noble-hearted. There was no gall or acrimony in his soul. Without a trace of rancour or vindictiveness, his nature partook largely of the divine grace of forgiveTness. The scurvy treatment that Degumber Mittra (Raja) dealt 1 out to him would, in any other case, have led not only to open rupture but to a mortal severance, but Modhu forgave and forgot, as if nothing had occurred. He was above all boyish bickerings and altercations even in early youth There occurred not a single ripple to disturb the even course of our uninterrupted friendship during thirty-two years. The current of geniality and cordiality perennially flowed from his heart. I recollect that, when sorely vexed, on one occasion, at an instance of his recklessness, I took him to task so severely as to hunt his feelings, he kept quiet and did not speak to me for a while, but the moment we next met he was as sweet and serene as ever. He was never morose or moody, but always cheerful and lively, humorous and jocular. He was charitable to a fault. He rode roughshod through his patrimony, for the sake of an idea–the fulfilment of his life's dream-a vist to England. His Tal ook which one Mohadeb Chatterjea, with somewhat like unfair means, got out of him, and which yields to the present proprietor an annual income of six thousand rupees, was parted with for a song, in a moment of desperate need. He was improvident, unworldly, unbusiness-like in the extreme. His wife was helpless in his presence, quite powerless to restrain him from extravagance, or check him in his imprudence. Poor lady What could she do She forgot every thing, as he stood by her side, as she looked up to his ice, the face of the idol of her heart, the idol she adored and worshipped with all the fondness of womanhood. It is a pity that such a fortune as his parents, notwithstanding his apostacy and cruel desertion of them, left him, should have been dissipated and that he should have died a As an instance of his winning ways, I may mention that once, when I asked the late Raja Chunder Nath Ray of Nattore, the first Bengal political Attache, to pass an evening at my gardin, he wrote to me, before coming, to ask my permission to bring Michael Modhu with him. He was not aware that Modhu was one of my oldest and dearest friends. When we met, Modhu, as usual, ran with open arms to enbrace me. Chunder Nath told me how the chance acquaintance of an hour had given rise to a deep attachment between them, and how he felt that without him there could be no enjoyment, specially in a party like the one we had † Vide some of Modhu’s ietters to Vidyasagar in the Text.
