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# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 6/Epistles - Second Series/XV Sir

XV*
Salutation to Shri Ramakrishna!
5th January, 1890.
MY DEAR SIR, (Sj. Balaram Bose)
I am very sorry to hear of your illness from your kind note. The gist of the letter I wrote to you about your change to Baidyanath was that it would be impossible for a man of weak and extremely delicate physique like you to live in that place unless you spent a good deal of money. If change be really advisable for you, and if you have deferred it so long simply to select a cheaper place and that sort of thing, it is certainly a matter of regret. . . . Baidyanath is excellent so far as the air is concerned, but the water is not good, it upsets the stomach. I used to suffer from acidity every day. I have already written you a letter; have you got it, or finding it a bearing letter, have you left it to its fate? In my opinion, if you have to go away for a change, the sooner the better. But, pardon me, you have a tendency to expect that everything should fit in exactly with your requirements, but unfortunately, such a state of things is very rare in this world. "आत्मानं सततं रक्षेत्—One must save oneself under any circumstances." "Lord have mercy", is all right, but He helps him who helps himself. If you simply try to save your purse, will the Lord arrange the change for you by drawing on His ancestral capital? If you think you have so much reliance on the Lord, don't call in the doctor, please. . . . If that does not suit you, you should go to Varanasi. I would have already left this place, but the local gentlemen would not give me leave to depart! . . . But let me repeat once more, if change is actually decided upon, please do not hesitate out of miserliness. That would be suicide. And not even God can save a suicide. Please convey my compliments to Tulasi Babu and the rest.
With best regards,
Yours affectionately, Vivekananda.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 6/Epistles - Second Series/XVI Sir

XVI[6]*
(Translated from Bengali)
C/O BABU SATISH CHANDRA MUKHERJI,
GORABAZAR, GHAZIPUR,
21st Jan., 1890.
DEAR SIR,
I reached Ghazipur three days ago. Here I am putting up in the house of Babu Satish Chandra Mukherji, a friend of my early age. The place is very pleasant. Close by flows the Ganga, but bathing there is troublesome, for there is no regular path, and it is hard work wading through sands. Babu Ishan Chandra Mukherji, my friend's father, that noble-hearted man of whom I spoke to you, is here. Today he is leaving for Varanasi whence he will proceed to Calcutta. I again had a great mind to go over to Kashi, but the object of my coming here, namely, an interview with the Bâbâji (Pavhâri Bâbâ, the great saint.), has not yet been realised, and. hence the delay of a few days becomes necessary. Everything here appears good. The people are all gentlemen, but very much Westernised; and it is a pity I am so thoroughly against every affectation of the Western idea. Only my friend very little affects such ideals. What a frippery civilisation is it indeed that the foreigners have brought over here! What a materialistic illusion have they created! May Vishvanâtha save these weak-hearted! After seeing Babaji, I shall send you a detailed account.
Yours etc.,
VIVEKANANDA.
PS. Alas for the irony of our fate, that in this land of Bhagavân Shuka's birth, renunciation is looked down upon as madness and sin!
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 6/Epistles - Second Series/XVIII Sir

XVIII[6]*
(Translated from Bengali)
GHAZIPUR,
4th Feb., 1890.
DEAR SIR,
Received your kind note, and through supreme good fortune, I have obtained an interview with Babaji. A great sage indeed! — It is all very wonderful, and in this atheistic age, a towering representation of marvellous power born of Bhakti and Yoga! I have sought refuge in his grace; and he has given me hope — a thing very few may be fortunate enough to obtain. It is Babaji's wish that I stay on for some days here, and he would do me some good. So following this saint's bidding I shall remain here for some time. No doubt, this will give you also much pleasure. I don't mention them in a letter, but the facts are very strange indeed — to be disclosed when we meet. Unless one is face to face with the life of such men, faith in the scriptures does not grow in all its real integrity.
Yours etc.,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 6/Epistles - Second Series/XXII Sir

XXII[6]*
(Translated from Bengali)
Victory to the Lord!
GHAZIPUR,
19th Feb., 1890.
DEAR SIR,
I wrote a letter to brother Gangadhar asking him to stop his wandering and settle down somewhere and to send me an account of the various Sadhus he had come across in Tibet and their ways and customs. I enclose the reply that came from him. Brother Kali is having repeated attacks of fever at Hrishikesh. I have sent him a wire from this place. So if from the reply I find I am wanted by him, I shall be obliged to start direct for Hrishikesh from this place, otherwise I am coming to you in a day or two. Well, you may smile, sir, to see me weaving all this web of Mâyâ — and that is no doubt the fact. But then there is the chain of iron, and there is the chain of gold. Much good comes of the latter; and it drops off by itself when all the good is reaped. The sons of my Master are indeed the great objects of my service, and here alone I feel I have some duty left for me. Perhaps I shall send brother Kali down to Allahabad or somewhere else, as convenient. At your feet are laid a hundred and one faults of mine — "I am as thy son, so guide me who have taken refuge in thee." (An adaptation from the Gitâ, II. 7.)
Yours etc.,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 6/Epistles - Second Series/XXIV Sir

XXIV[6]*
(Translated from Bengali)
Victory to the Lord!
GHAZIPUR,
25th Feb., 1890.
DEAR SIR,
The lumbago is giving a good deal of trouble, or else I would have already sought to come to you. The mind does not find rest here any longer. It is three days since I came away from Babaji's place, but he inquires of me kindly almost every day. As soon as the lumbago is a little better, I bid good-bye to Babaji. Countless greetings to you.
Yours etc.,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 6/Epistles - Second Series/XXIX Sir

XXIX[6]*
(Translated from Bengali)
GHAZIPUR,
31st March, 1890.
DEAR SIR,
I haven't been here for the last few days and am again going away today. I have asked brother Gangadhar to come here; and if he comes, we go over to you together. For some special reasons, I shall continue to stay in secret in a village some distance from this place, and there's no facility for writing any letter from that place, owing to which I could not reply to your letter so long. Brother Gangadhar is very likely to come, otherwise the reply to my note would have reached me. Brother Abhedananda is putting up with Doctor Priya at Varanasi. Another brother of mine had been with me, but has left for Abhedananda's place. The news of his arrival has not yet been received, and, his health being bad, I am rather anxious for his sake. I have behaved very cruelly towards him — that is, I have harassed him much to make him leave my company. There's no help, you see; I am so very weak-hearted, so much overmastered by the distractions of love! Bless me that I may harden. What shall I say to you about the condition of my mind! Oh, it is as if the hell-fire is burning there day and night! Nothing, nothing could I do yet! And this life seems muddled away in vain; I feel quite helpless as to what to do! The Babaji throws out honeyed words and keeps me from leaving. Ah, what shall I say? I am committing hundreds of offenses against you — please excuse them as so many misdoings of a man driven mad with mental agonies. Abhedananda is suffering from dysentery. I shall be very much obliged if you will kindly inquire about his condition and send him down to our Math in case he wants to go there with our brother who has come from here. My Gurubhais must be thinking me very cruel and selfish. Oh, what can I do? Who will see deep down into my mind? Who will know how much I am suffering day and night? Bless me that I may have the most unflinching patience and perseverance.
With countless greetings,
Yours etc.,
VIVEKANANDA.
PS. Abhedananda is staying in Doctor Priya's house at Sonarpura. My lumbago is as before.
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/XXIV Babies

XXIV
To the Hale Sisters
SWAMPSCOTT,
26th July, 1894.
DEAR BABIES,
Now don't let my letters stray beyond the circle, please. I had a beautiful letter from sister Mary. See how I am getting the dash, sister Jeany teaches me all that. She can jump and run and play and swear like a devil and talk slang at the rate of 500 a minute; only she does not much care for religion, only a little. She is gone today home, and I am going to Greenacre. I had been to see Mrs. Breed. Mrs. Stone was there, with whom is residing Mrs. Pullman and all the golden bugs, my old friends hereabouts. They are kind as usual. On my way back from Greenacre I am going to Annisquam to see Mrs. Bagley for a few days.
Darn it, forget everything. I had duckings in the sea like a fish. I am enjoying every bit of it. What nonsense was the song Harriet taught me "dans la plaine" the deuce take it. I told it to a French scholar and he laughed and laughed till the fellow was well-nigh burst at my wonderful translation. That is the way you would have taught me French! You are a pack of fools and heathens, I tell you. Now are you gasping for breath like a huge fish stranded? I am glad that you are sizzling. Oh! how nice and cool it is here, and it is increased a hundred-fold when I think about the gasping, sizzling, boiling, frying four old maids, and how cool and nice I am here. Whoooooo!
Miss Phillips has a beautiful place somewhere in N.Y. State — mountain, lake, river, forest altogether — what more? I am going to make a Himalayas there and start a monastery as sure as I am living — I am not going to leave this country without throwing one more apple of discord into this already roaring, fighting, kicking, mad whirlpool of American religion. Well, dear old maids, you sometimes have a glimpse of the lake and on every hot noon, think of going down to the bottom of the lake, down, down, down, until it is cool and nice, and then to lie down on the bottom, with that coolness above and around, and lie there still, silent, and just doze — not sleep, but dreamy dozing half unconscious sort of bliss — very much like that which opium brings; that is delicious; and drinking lots of iced water. Lord bless my soul — I had such cramps several times as would have killed an elephant. So I hope to keep myself away from the cold water.
May you be all happy, dear fin de siècle young ladies, is the constant prayer of VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/XXIX Diwanji Saheb

XXIX
CHICAGO,
September, 1894.
DEAR DIWANJI SAHEB (Shri Haridas Viharidas Desai),
Your kind letter reached long ago, but as I had not anything to write I was late in answering.
Your kind note to G. W. Hale has been very gratifying, as I owed them that much. I have been travelling all over this country all this time and seeing everything. I have come to this conclusion that there is only one country in the world which understands religion — it is India; that with all their faults the Hindus are head and shoulders above all other nations in morality and spirituality; and that with proper care and attempt and struggle of all her disinterested sons, by combining some of the active and heroic elements of the West with the calm virtues of the Hindus, there will come a type of men far superior to any that have ever been in this world.
I do not know when I come back; but I have seen enough of this country, I think, and so soon will go over to Europe and then to India.
With my best love, gratitude to you and all your brothers,
I remain, yours faithfully,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/XXV Sisters

XXV
To the Hale Sisters
GREENACRE,
11th August, 1894.
DEAR SISTERS,
I have been all this time in Greenacre. I enjoyed this place very much. They have been all very kind to me. One Chicago lady, Mrs. Pratt of Kenilworth, wanted to give me $500; she became so much interested in me; but I refused. She has made me promise that I would send word to her whenever I need money, which I hope the Lord will never put me in. His help alone is sufficient for me. I have not heard anything from you nor from Mother. Neither have I any news from India as to the arrival of the phonograph.
If there was anything in my letter to you which was offensive, I hope you all know that I meant everything in love. It is useless to express my gratitude to you for your kindness. Lord bless you and shower His choicest blessings on you and those you love. To your family I am ever, ever beholden. You know it. You feel it. I cannot express it. On Sunday I am going to lecture at Plymouth at the "Sympathy of Religions" meetings of Col. Higginson. Herewith I send a photograph Cora Stockham took of the group under the tree. It is only a proof and will fade away under exposure, but I cannot get anything better at present. Kindly tender my heartfelt love and gratitude to Miss Howe. She has been so, so kind to me. I do not need anything at present. I shall be very glad to let you know if I need anything. I think I am going to Fishkill from Plymouth, where I will be only a couple of days. I will write you again from Fishkill. Hope you are all happy, or rather I know you are. Pure and good souls can never be unhappy. I shall have a very nice time the few weeks I am here. I will be in New York next fall. New York is a grand and good place. The New York people have a tenacity of purpose unknown in any other city. I had a letter from Mrs. Potter Palmer asking me to see her in August. She is a very gracious and kind lady, etc. I have not much to say. There is my friend Dr. Janes of New York, President of the Ethical Culture Society, who has begun his lectures. I must go to hear him. He and I agree so much. May you be always happy!
Ever your well-wishing brother,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/XXVII Leon

XXVII
To Mr. Leon Landsberg
HOTEL BELLEVUE,
BOSTON,
13th September, 1894.
DEAR LEON,
Forgive me, but I have the right, as your Guru, to advise you, and I insist that you buy some clothes for yourself, as the want of them stands in the way of your doing anything in this country. Once you have a start, you may dress in whatever way you like. People do not object.
You need not thank me, for this is only a duty. According to Hindu law, if a Guru dies, his disciple is his heir, and not even his son — supposing him to have had one before becoming a Sannyasin. This is, you see, an actual spiritual relationship, and none of your Yankee "tutor" business!
With all blessings and prayers for your success,
Yours,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/XXVIII Sister

XXVIII
To Miss Mary Hale
HOTEL BELLEVUE,
BEACON ST., BOSTON,
13th September, 1894.
DEAR SISTER,
Your kind note reached me this morning. I have been in this hotel for about a week. I will remain in Boston some time yet. I have plenty of gowns already, in fact, more than I can carry with ease. When I had that drenching in Annisquam, I had on that beautiful black suit you appreciate so much, and I do not think it can be damaged any way; it also has been penetrated with my deep meditations on the Absolute. I am very glad that you enjoyed the summer so well. As for me, I am vagabondising. I was very much amused the other day at reading Abe Hue's description of the vagabond lamas of Tibet — a true picture of our fraternity. He says they are queer people. They come when they will, sit at everybody's table, invitation or no invitation, live where they will, and go where they will. There is not a mountain they have not climbed, not a river they have not crossed, not a nation they do not know, not a language they do not talk. He thinks that God must have put into them a part of that energy which makes the planets go round and round eternally. Today this vagabond lama was seized with a desire of going right along scribbling, and so I walked down and entering a store bought all sorts of writing material and a beautiful portfolio which shuts with a clasp and has even a little wooden inkstand. So far it promises well. Hope it will continue. Last month I had mail enough from India and am greatly delighted with my countrymen at their generous appreciation of my work. Good enough for them. I cannot find anything more to write. Prof. Wright, his wife, and children were as good as ever. Words cannot express my gratitude to them.
Everything so far is not going bad with me except that I had a bad cold. Now I think the fellow is gone. This time I tried Christian Science for insomnia and really found it worked very well. Wishing you all happiness, I remain, ever your affectionate brother,
VIVEKANANDA.
PS. Kindly tell Mother that I do not want any coat now.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/XXVI Sister

XXVI
To Miss Mary Hale
C/O. MRS. BAGLEY,
ANNISQUAM,
31st August, 1894.
DEAR SISTER,
The letter from the Madras people was published in yesterday's Boston Transcript. I hope to send you a copy. You may have seen it in some Chicago paper. I am sure there is some mail for me at Cook & Sons — I shall be here till Tuesday next at least, on which day I am going to lecture here in Annisquam.
Kindly inquire at Cook's for my mail and send it over at Annisquam.
I had no news of you for some time. I sent two pictures to Mother Church yesterday and hope you will like them. I am very anxious about the Indian mail. With love for all, I am your ever affectionate brother,
VIVEKANANDA.
PS. As I do not know where you are I could not send something else which I have to send over to you.
V.
# The Dream Land

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To think that men of former days In naked truth deserved the praise Which, fain to have in flesh and blood An image of imagined good, Poets have sung and men received, And all too glad to be deceived, Most plastic and most inexact, Posterity has told for fact; To say what was, was not as we, This also is a vanity.
II
Ere Agamemnon, warriors were, Ere Helen, beauties equalling her, Brave ones and fair, whom no one knows, And brave or fair as these or those. The commonplace whom daily we In our dull streets and houses see, To think of other mould than these Were Cato, Solon, Socrates, Or Mahomet or Confutze, This also is a vanity.
III
Hannibal, Cæsar, Charlemain, And he before, who back on Spain Repelled the fierce inundant Moor; Godfrey, St. Louis, wise and pure, Washington, Cromwell, John, and Paul, Columbus, Luther, one and all, Go mix them up, the false and true, With Sindbad, Crusoe, or St. Preux, And say as he was, so was he, This also is a vanity.
IV
Say not: Behold it here or there, Or on the earth, or in the air. That better thing than can be seen Is neither now nor e’er has been; It is not in this land or that, But in a place we soon are at, Where all can seek and some can find, Where hope is liberal, fancy kind, And what we wish for we can see, Which also is a vanity.
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# The Dream Ship

When the world is fast asleep,  Along the midnight skies-- As though it were a wandering cloud--  The ghostly dream-ship flies.
An angel stands at the prow, And an angel stands at the dream-ship's side  With a rue-wreath on her brow.
The other angels, silver-crowned,  Pilot and helmsman are, And the angel with the wreath of rue  Tosseth the dreams afar.
The dreams they fall on rich and poor;  They fall on young and old; And some are dreams of poverty,  And some are dreams of gold.
And some are dreams that thrill with joy,  And some that melt to tears; Some are dreams of the dawn of love,  And some of the old dead years.
On rich and poor alike they fall,  Alike on young and old, Bringing to slumbering earth their joys  And sorrows manifold.
The friendless youth in them shall do  The deeds of mighty men, And drooping age shall feel the grace  Of buoyant youth again.
The king shall be a beggarman--  The pauper be a king-- In that revenge or recompense  The dream-ship dreams do bring.
So ever downward float the dreams  That are for all and me, And there is never mortal man  Can solve that mystery.
But ever onward in its course  Along the haunted skies-- As though it were a cloud astray--  The ghostly dream-ship flies.
Two angels with their silver crowns  Pilot and helmsman are, And an angel with a wreath of rue  Tosseth the dreams afar.
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# The Dream Woman

Included in The Frozen Deep and Other Tales: Chatto and Windus, London, undated second edition; first published 1874.
THE DREAM WOMAN
A MYSTERY IN FOUR NARRATIVES
   [Introductory Note.—The original version of this story was published, many years since, in "Household Words," and was afterwards printed in the collection of my shorter stories called "The Queen of Hearts." In the present version—written for my public readings in the United States—new characters and new incidents are introduced; and a new beginning and ending have been written. Indeed, the whole complexion of the narrative differs so essentially from the older and shorter version, as to justify me in believing that the reader will find in these pages what is, to all practical intents and purposes, a new story.—W. C]
PERSONS OF THE MYSTERY.
| Francis Raven … | … (Ostler). |
| Mrs. Raven … | … (His mother). |
| Mrs. Chance … | … (His aunt). |
| Percy Fairbank | (His master and mistress). |
| Mrs. Fairbank | (His master and mistress). |
| Joseph Ricobert … | … (His fellow-servant). |
| Alicia Warlock … | … (His wife). |
| Period—The Present Time. ||
| Scene—Partly in England, partly in France. ||
CONTENTS
FIRST NARRATIVE.
Introductory Statement of the Facts. By Percy Fairbank 139
I. II. III.
SECOND NARRATIVE.
The Ostler's Story. Told by Himself 155
IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI. XII. XIII.
THIRD NARRATIVE.
The Story Continued. By Percy Fairbank 200
XIV. XV. XVI.
FOURTH NARRATIVE.
The Statement of Joseph Rigobert 204
Last Lines. Added By Percy Fairbank.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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