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# Krishnakanta's Will (Chatterjee, Roy)/Part 2/Chapter 11

CHAPTER XI.
Madhabinath was come home. Bhramar was at her father's. There was an expression of sadness in her face, which no one could fail to see. Her father said no more to her than that Gobindalal was quite well, for he feared that if she heard of the rash and violent deed he had done it would very seriously affect her health. However, as he had told this in confidence to his wife, who, wanting to unburden herself, had cautiously and secretly imparted it to their widowed daughter. Bhramar before long heared of it. The news, as might be expected, was at first crushing to her; but finally she had learned to be resigned.
Her elder sister, Jamini, said to her one day, "It seems to me that Gobindalal will be safe to come and live at his own house now."
"What makes you think so?" said Bhramar.
"Why, he was not known by his real name while he was away. How then can the police know that he is the very same man who lived at Prosadpur?"
"Didn't you hear that the police went in search of him to Haridragram? That shows that they are in possession of his real name."
"However, I think," said Jamini, "there is nothing better he can do than to come home, for then he can command his finance, and father says the police care for nothing but silver."
A tear sprang to her eye. "That's very true," she said, "but who is to give him that advice? Who knows where he is hiding?"
"Gobindalal, I trust, will himself soon ​feel that he will be more safe to live at his own house at Haridragram than elsewhere."
"I doubt he will come."
"Oh, he will, I tell you. My prediction will come true, you will see."
"Well," said Bhramar, "if no harm could ever come to him at Haridragram, then I would a thousand times wish him to come, and would fervently pray God to bring him home. But if he cannot be safe to live at his own house, then may his instinct keep him away. God have mercy on him!"
"But, dear sister, I think you will do well to go and live at Haridragram, for who knows when he may come, being, as not very unlikely, short of money? If he hears you are not there he will go away."
"Oh, I can see that; but who will look after me there now that I am in such poor health?"
"Why, I shall most gladly live with you at Haridragram."
"Well, I will go. You need not go now. You may ask mother to arrange for my going to-morrow. But forget me not, dear sister, forget me not in the day of trouble when I shall expect you to come and stay with me."
"Oh, why do you talk thus, dear?"
Bhramar wept. "I wonder if he will ever think to come," she murmured.
"My mind tells me he will. He will return a very different man from what he was when he went from you. Come, dry your tears, dear, and think of the joy of the meeting that will be."
"Joy! Oh, this heart—"
The words stuck in her throat. She was too much moved.
Jamini could not see, as her sister did, what the consequence of that most unfortunate act would be. She did not seem to think of the murder committed by Gobindalal, which Bhramar could never for a moment forget, being ever and anon tormented with the horror of the punishment which invariably followed such a rash and violent act.
# Krishnakanta's Will (Chatterjee, Roy)/Part 2/Chapter 2

CHAPTER II.
Hearing of Bhramar's illness her father, Madhabinath, went to see her at Haridragram. Madhabinath Sircar was a handsome middle-aged man of two and forty, though he looked four or five years younger. As to his character opinions varied. According to many he was very shrewd and cunning. There were others (their number was not very small) who maintained that he was a good and upright man. Whatever he really was it was admitted on all hands that he was clever to the backbone; and, if the truth must be told, he was feared even by those who held a good opinion of him.
Bhramar was the only child of her parents. Madhabinath loved his daughter tenderly. The tears came into his eyes when he witnessed the wretched state of his daughter's health. Seeing her father weep, Bhramar burst out crying. For a while they wept in silence. "Papa," she said when they were a little composed, "I can feel I am not long for the world. I have a sum of money. I wish it could be put to good and charitable purposes. I wish you would see to it. Won't you, dear papa?"
Madhabinath said nothing. Her words wrung his very heart-strings. He rose and walked off to the outer house.
Madhabinath wept alone for a while. When he was somewhat settled, his grief gave way to a sudden feeling of indignation. "Is there no one in the world," he said to himself, "who can punish the wretches who have made my daughter's life so unhappy?" As he meditated upon it his eyes gleamed, he clenched his fist; he swore, "I will he revenged on them, I will. I will find out where they are if I have to cross hills and rivers to do it."
Thus determined he grew more calm and returned to his daughter. He spoke words of comfort to her. "Come, don't talk of dying," he said. "I am sure you will soon get back your health, and you will see many happy days again."
"Oh, I shall never see any, I shall never get well again," she sighed.
"Yon will, child. What's the matter with you? You are not treated here as you ought. I will take you home to Rajagram with me, where you will be taken good care of, and where under proper treatment you will get perfectly well in a little time."
Bhramar's father's house was at Rajagram, which, as we have said before, was only a few miles distant from Haridragram. Madhabinath stayed near his daughter for over two hours. After that he affectionately took leave of her, and ​went and saw the dewan. He asked this officer if he had got any letter from his master.
"No, sir," he said, "we have not long had any tidings of him."
"Do you know any one with whom he is likely to correspond?"
"I don't know. Our much respected mistress writes from Benares to say that she has not long had any information of her son."
Madhabinath asked no more questions. He bade him goodbye and came away.
# Krishnakanta's Will (Chatterjee, Roy)/Part 2/Chapter 5

KRISHNAKANTA'S WILL
By Bankim Chandra Chatterjee
(All rights reserved)
CHAPTER V.
PROSADPUR in the District of Jessore is an obscure village, the only river or rather rivulet near being the Chitra, which is about two miles distant from the place. On the banks of the rivulet, which flows sluggishly on, there are clusters of date palms and palmyras and various other trees among which can be heard the chirping of birds at all hours of day. The place has a desolate aspect, for within two miles of it, there are no houses except a few shops belonging to a bazar on the border of Prosadpur. Within a few hundred yards of the brook there is a large ancient building, which once belonged to an Indigo factor, who lived and transacted his business here. The house, which had passed into more hands than one since it ceased to be used as a factory, has lately been bought by a gentleman, who has spent a considerable sum of money in repairing and furnishing it.
It is a two storied building with a broad courtyard now laid out in gardens. The veranda and the staircase are decorated with flower-pots. On the upper story over the floor of the largest and most spacious room facing the veranda is spread a valuable carpet covered with a clean sheet, and the walls of it are hung with large mirrors and beautiful pictures, some of which undoubtedly show the vitiated taste of the present owner of the house. In this room, opposite each other are seated two persons, one a beautiful young woman, and the other an elderly man with a thick grizzly beard and moustache. A glance at the man would be enough to let any one know that he is a Mohammedan. Being a musician he has been employed by the owner of the house to give lessons in music to the young lady. A fiddle, which lies between them, the music-master presently takes up; and putting it into tune by giving the pegs a few twists as he scrapes the bow over the strings to see if it is all right, he begins to play a sweet air, accompanying his voice on it, and signing to the young lady to follow. While the music is going on, the sweet silvery voice of the woman clearly distinguishable from the loud deep voice of the music-master, in the adjoining room, which opens into this, a handsome young man is reading a novel, casting occasional glances through the open door at the young lady.
The reader perhaps need not be told that the young man is Gobindalal, and the young woman, Rohini.
While the singing is going on a stranger enters the room and sits down unbidden. We know this man. He is Nishakar.
# Landon in The Literary Gazette 1835/The Beloved

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Literary Gazette, 3rd January, 1835, Pages 11-12
ORIGINAL POETRY.
VERSIONS FROM THE GERMAN.
(First Series.)
The Beloved always Near.—Goethe.
I see thee when the sunshine lies golden on the sea—
When the pale moon trembles in the brook, I think, love mine, of thee;
I see thee when the clouds of dust obscure the weary way,
And when the shadows of the night the traveller dismay.
When through the cool and tangled grass singeth the lonely rill,
I go into the thicket green, where all beside is still;
Thy face is painted on the air—I fancy thou art near!
The sun sinks down, the stars shine forth would thou wert really here!
# Letter of Instruction No. 6 (Marcos)

Source: Official Gazette. Vol. 68, No. 40. Office of the President. 1972. pp. 7794.
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MALACAÑANG RESIDENCE OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE PHILIPPINES MANILA
LETTER OF INSTRUCTION No. 6
The Secretary Department of Finance Manila
Pursuant to Proclamation No. 1081 dated Sept. 21, 1972, and in my capacity as commander-in-chief of all the armed forces of the Philippines and in order to prevent the escape from the country of persons who are known to be actively engaged or suspected to be actively engaged in a criminal conspiracy to seize political and state power in the Philippines and to take over the Government by force and violence the extent of which has now assumed the proportion of an actual war against our people and their legitimate Government, you and all subordinate officials under you are hereby ordered not to issue any tax clearance to any citizen of the Philippines who may wish to depart from the Philippines for any foreign country after the date of this order except only to those citizens of the Philippines who are being sent abroad in the service of the Government or to those citizens of the Philippines who are members of the crew of any inter-ocean going vessel or to those citizens of the Philippines who are members of the crew of any commercial aircraft engaged in the international carriage of persons or cargoes or both. In all such exceptional cases, care must be exercised to fully identify the individual in whose favor such tax clearance is to be issued.
This order shall remain effective for the duration of the present national emergency or until otherwise ordered by my or by my duly designated representative.
Done in the City of Manila, this 22nd day of September, in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and seventy-two.
(Sgd.) Ferdinand E. Marcos President Republic of the Philippines
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# Letter of Instruction No. 8 (Marcos)

Source: Official Gazette. Vol. 68, No. 40. Office of the President. 1972. pp. 7796.
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MALACAÑANG RESIDENCE OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE PHILIPPINES MANILA
LETTER OF INSTRUCTION No. 8
| To: | The Secretary Department of Labor Manila |
Pursuant to Proclamation No. 1081 dated September 21, 1972, and General Order No. 1 dated September 22, 1972, you are hereby directed to implement immediately the wage levels established by the Wage Commission for sugar workers.
Done in the City of Manila, this 24th day of September, in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and seventy-two.
(Sgd.) Ferdinand E. Marcos President Republic of the Philippines
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# Letter of Instruction No. 9 (Marcos)

Source: Official Gazette. Vol. 68, No. 40. Office of the President. 1972. pp. 7796–7797.
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MALACAÑANG RESIDENCE OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE PHILIPPINES MANILA
LETTER OF INSTRUCTION No. 9
| To: | 1. The Secretary Department of National Defense Quezon City 2. The Secretary Department of Finance Manila |
In view of the present national emergency which has been brought about by the activities of those who are actively engaged in a criminal conspiracy to seize political and state power in the Philippines and to take over the Government by force and violence the extent of which has now assumed the proportion of an actual war against our people and their legitimate Government, and pursuant to Proclamation No. 1081 dated September 21, 1972, and in my capacity as Commander-in-Chief of all the Armed Forces of the Philippines and in order to safeguard the morality of our society, particularly of the youth, against the erroding influence of the operations of these devices, you are hereby ordered forthwith to take over or cause the taking over of the possession of all jackpot machines, commonly referred to as "one armed bandits" or similar contrivances wherever they may be found and to completely destroy or cause the destruction of the same.
You are also hereby ordered to devise measures to prevent the entry into the Philippines of any such devices or similar contrivances.
Done in the City of Manila, this 26th day of September, in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and seventy-two, and of the Independence of the Philippines, the twenty-sixth.
(Sgd.) Ferdinand E. Marcos President Republic of the Philippines
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# Letter of Instruction No. 7 (Marcos)

Source: Official Gazette. Vol. 68, No. 40. Office of the President. 1972. pp. 7795.
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MALACAÑANG RESIDENCE OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE PHILIPPINES MANILA
LETTER OF INSTRUCTION No. 7
The Governor Central Bank of the Philippines Manila
Pursuant to Proclamation No. 1081 dated Sept. 21, 1972, and in my capacity as commander-in-chief of all the armed forces of the Philippines and in order to prevent the escape from the country of persons who are known to be actively engaged or suspected to be actively engaged in a criminal conspiracy to seize political and state power in the Philippines and to take over the Government by force and violence the extent of which has now assumed the proportion of an actual war against our people and their legitimate Government, you and all subordinate officials under you are hereby ordered to prohibit and prevent any and all banks operating in the Philippines from selling or otherwise making available any amount of foreign exchange to any citizen of the Philippines who may wish to depart from the Philippines for any foreign country after the date of this order except only to those citizens of the Philippines who are being sent abroad in the service of the Government or to those citizens of the Philippines who are members of the crew of any inter-ocean going vessel or to those citizens of the Philippines who are members of the crew of any commercial aircraft engaged in the international carriage of persons or cargoes or both. In all such exceptional cases, care must be exercised to fully identify the individual in whose favor such foreign exchange is being sold or made available.
This order shall remain effective for the duration of the present national emergency or until otherwise ordered by my or by my duly designated representative.
Done in the City of Manila, this 22nd day of September in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and seventy-two.
(Sgd.) Ferdinand E. Marcos President Republic of the Philippines
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# Letter of Jan Hus to Gallus, preacher in Bethlehem

English-language translations of Havlíkovi, kazateli v Betlémě include:
* "Letter 39, To the Lord Haulikon", in Letters of John Huss Written During His Exile and Imprisonment (1846), translated by John Campbell Mackenzie
* "Letter 71, To Gallus (Hawlik), Preacher in the Bethlehem", in The letters of John Hus (1904), translated by Robert Martin Pope
* "To Gallus" in The life & times of Master John Hus (1909), chapter 8, translated by František Lützow.
# Letter of Introduction of Zacheus Van Ornum

A letter of introduction given by the commander of the U.S. Army located at Walla Walla, Washington Territory on August 11th, 1862.
Sir:
The bearer of this, Zachias Van Orman the brother of Alexis Van Orman, who with his wife and oldest son was massacred in 1860 by the Upper Banhocks, a port of the Snake Indians, near old Fort Boise. He goes out tomorrow to overtake you command with another person familiar with the country in which the murder took place. Four children of Alexis Van Orman were at the time of the massacre taken prisoner by these Indians, and are still in their hands. They have been seen by the person alluded to and are known to both him and the uncle who carries this to you.
The sole object that takes out Mr. Van Orman is to recover the children prisoners, and learning of your expedition he has applied to me to enlist your cooperation in his views. Believing that your instructions will permit you to give him this assistance in this purpose, I have earnestly to recommend this gentleman to your consideration and your aid in the recovery of the prisoners. Mr. Van Orman in his relationship with these children has much interest in the recovery of them, and will be able to give you valuable information that may lead to this end.
(Colonel Justus Steinberger)
# Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses/"Where Three Roads joined"

"WHERE THREE ROADS JOINED"
WHERE three roads joined it was green and fair, And over a gate was the sun-glazed sea, And life laughed sweet when I halted there; Yet there I never again would be.
I am sure those branchways are brooding now, With a wistful blankness upon their face, While the few mute passengers notice how Spectre-beridden is the place;
Which nightly sighs like a laden soul, And grieves that a pair, in bliss for a spell Not far from thence, should have let it roll Away from them down a plumbless well
While the phasm of him who fared starts up, And of her who was waiting him sobs from near, As they haunt there and drink the worm-wood cup They filled for themselves when their sky was clear.
Yes, I see those roads—now rutted and bare, While over the gate is no sun-glazed sea; And though life laughed when I halted there, It is where I never again would be.
# Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses/A Jog-trot Pair

A JOG-TROT PAIR
WHO were the twain that trod this track So many times together Hither and back, In spells of certain and uncertain weather?
Commonplace in conduct they Who wandered to and fro here Day by day: Two that few dwellers troubled themselves to know here.
The very gravel-path was prim That daily they would follow: Borders trim: Never a wayward sprout, or hump, or hollow.
Trite usages in tamest style Had tended to their plighting. “It's just worth while, Perhaps," they had said. "And saves much sad good-nighting."
And petty seemed the happenings That ministered to their joyance: Simple things, Onerous to satiate souls, increased their buoyance.
Who could those common people be, Of days the plainest, barest? They were we; Yes; happier than the cleverest, smartest, rarest.
# Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses/A Two-Years' Idyll

A TWO-YEARS' IDYLL
YES; such it was; Just those two seasons unsought, Sweeping like summertide wind on our ways; Moving, as straws, Hearts quick as ours in those days; Going like wind, too, and rated as nought Save as the prelude to plays Soon to come—larger, life-fraught: Yes; such it was.
"Nought" it was called, Even by ourselves—that which springs Out of the years for all flesh, first or last, Commonplace, scrawled Dully on days that go past. Yet, all the while, it upbore us like wings Even in hours overcast: Aye, though this best thing of things, "Nought" it was called!
What seems it now? Lost: such beginning was all; Nothing came after: romance straight forsook Quickly somehow Life when we sped from our nook, Primed for new scenes with designs smart and tall. . . . —A preface without any book, A trumpet uplipped, but no call; That seems it now.
# Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses/A Procession of Dead Days

A PROCESSION OF DEAD DAYS
I SEE the ghost of a perished day; I know his face, and the feel of his dawn: 'Twas he who took me far away To a spot strange and gray: Look at me, Day, and then pass on, But come again: yes, come anon!
Enters another into view; His features are not cold or white, But rosy as a vein seen through: Too soon he smiles adieu. Adieu, O ghost-day of delight; But come and grace my dying sight.
Enters the day that brought the kiss: He brought it in his foggy hand To where the mumbling river is, And the high clematis; It lent new colour to the land, And all the boy within me manned.
Ah, this one. Yes, I know his name, He is the day that wrought a shine Even on a precinct common and tame, As 'twere of purposed aim. He shows him as a rainbow sign Of promise made to me and mine.
The next stands forth in his morning clothes, And yet, despite their misty blue, They mark no sombre custom-growths That joyous living loathes, But a meteor act, that left in its queue A train of sparks my lifetime through.
I almost tremble at his nod— This next in train—who looks at me As I were slave, and he were god Wielding an iron rod. I close my eyes; yet still is he In front there, looking mastery.
In the similitude of a nurse The phantom of the next one comes: I did not know what better or worse Chancings might bless or curse When his original glossed the thrums Of ivy, bringing that which numbs.
Yes; trees were turning in their sleep Upon their windy pillows of gray When he stole in. Silent his creep On the grassed eastern steep. . . . I shall not soon forget that day, And what his third hour took away!
# Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses/A House with a History

A HOUSE WITH A HISTORY
THERE is a house in a city street Some past ones made their own; Its floors were criss-crossed by their feet, And their babblings beat From ceiling to white hearth-stone.
And who are peopling its parlours now? Who talk across its floor? Mere freshlings are they, blank of brow, Who read not how Its prime had passed before
Their raw equipments, scenes, and says Afflicted its memoried face, That had seen every larger phase Of human ways Before these filled the place.
To them that house's tale is theirs, No former voices call Aloud therein. It aspect bears Their joys and cares Alone, from wall to wall.