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পরিশিষ্ট । 6 طوال the tablet of my memory, and still holds a seat there'-fifty years have not been able to efface it. Shakespeare has "the floor of heaven is thick inland with par tines of bright gold.” Byron addresses the stars as the "poetry of heaven" Modhu in his teens, gives a proof of close poetic kinship The Aryan by race, is Aryan, too, in thought and expres son. I was Modhu's senior. I too liked poetry But I never knew the way to Castal pe.-My head was a prose-quarry without a vein of poetic-gold Modhu's was a Helicon quarry. There lies the distinction between genius and scholarship. The next is a very different scene from Parnassus to “Pegasus in pound” at Modhu's house, in Kiderpur Gour and l set out for there on a summer day afer sundown, Modhu has asked us to a treat His APiazne was the Czar of dushes Long years then elapsed, making a gap. The friends of youth were dus persed in Life’s wide would Modhu having strayed from his father's roof into the Redeemer's fold, was at one end of India, in Madras. I rusticated amidst the fens and bogs of Jessor. Solne twenty years after the last interview, we met again at Belgachia, in 1858. The Belgachia Villa recalls a host of associations. But one circumstance is of itself enfough to consecrate the spot-the rise there in our day of the Bengail theatre. The names of Rajas Pratap Chandra Singh and Issur Chandra Singh cannot die from the memory of those who took a part in the reproduction of Sriharsha's Ratnavali. Sagarika was losing charm by repetition, when Modhu came to the rescue with his Sarmatstha. My next recollection may come rapping at the door of memory, but I shall not find its way out to the world. The last recollection, dated 1872, relates to a case in the Burdwan Judge's Court, which Modhu was on one side, and Babu Roman auth Law on the other. It was a passage at arms between a barrister and an attorney, in which the Calcutta Old Post Office Street had the better of the Inner Temple. Law and letters bear no homogefelty. The poet and the lawyer are at each other's antipodes. Modhu fully justified his name -he was all all that endeared one to another. No gall or acrimony in him-he was ever on stilts, and always in slippers. The smile was ever on his face. He seemed to be under inspiration for twenty-four hours. Not merely was he liked by all with whom he came across, but regarded with friendship and affection. His best friends wished only that he had known a little more of the art of making money. Necessity obliged him to take to law, in which he was out of his element. I ought not to conclude my paper without a little say about Modhu's poetry. It is to be viewed from two stand-points. He