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# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/CXLII Sturdy

CXLII
To Mr. E. T. Sturdy
RIDGELY MANOR,
14th September, 1899.
MY DEAR STURDY,
I have simply been taking rest at the Leggetts' and doing nothing. Abhedananda is here. He has been working hard.
He goes in a day or two to resume his work in different places for a month. After that he comes to New York to work.
I am trying to do something in the line you suggested, but don't know how far an account of the Hindus will be appreciated by the Western public when it comes from a Hindu. . . .
Mrs. Johnson is of opinion that no spiritual person ought to be ill. It also seems to her now that my smoking is sinful etc., etc. That was Miss Müller's reason for leaving me, my illness. They may be perfectly right, for aught I know — and you too — but I am what I am. In India, the same defects plus eating with Europeans have been taken exception to by many. I was driven out of a private temple by the owners for eating with Europeans. I wish I were malleable enough to be moulded into whatever one desired, but unfortunately I never saw a man who could satisfy everyone. Nor can anyone who has to go to different places possibly satisfy all.
When I first came to America, they ill-treated me if I had not trousers on. Next I was forced to wear cuffs and collars, else they would not touch me etc., etc. They thought me awfully funny if I did not eat what they offered etc., etc. . . .
In India the moment I landed they made me shave my head and wear "Kaupin" (loin cloth), with the result that I got diabetes etc. Saradananda never gave up his underwear — this saved his life, with just a touch of rheumatism and much comment from our people.
Of course, it is my Karma, and I am glad that it is so. For, though it smarts for the time, it is another great experience of life, which will be useful, either in this or in the next. . . .
As for me, I am always in the midst of ebbs and flows. I knew it always and preached always that every bit of pleasure will bring its quota of pain, if not with compound interest. I have a good deal of love given to me by the world; I deserve a good deal of hatred therefore. I am glad it is so — as it proves my theory of "every wave having its corresponding dip" on my own person.
As for me, I stick to my nature and principle — once a friend, always a friend — also the true Indian principle of looking subjectively for the cause of the objective.
I am sure that the fault is mine, and mine only, for every wave of dislike and hatred that I get. It could not be otherwise. Thanking you and Mrs. Johnson for thus calling me once more to the internal,
I remain as ever with love and blessings,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/CXLIV Mary

CXLIV
To Miss Mary Hale
RIDGELY MANOR,
3rd October, 1899.
MY DEAR MARY,
Thanks for your very kind words. I am much better now and growing so every day. Mrs. Bull and her daughter are expected today or tomorrow. We hope thus to have another spell of good time — you are having yours all the time, of course. I am glad you are going to Philadelphia, but not so much now as then — when the millionaire was on the horizon. With all love,
Ever your affectionate brother,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/CXLIX Mary

CXLIX
To Miss Mary Hale
1 EAST 39 ST., NEW YORK,
20th November, 1899.
MY DEAR MARY,
I start tomorrow most probably for California. On my way I would stop for a day or two in Chicago. I send a wire to you when I start. Send somebody to the station, as I never was so bad as now in finding my way in and out.
Ever your brother,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/CXLI Mother

CXLI
To Mrs. Ole Bull
RIDGELY MANOR,
4th September, 1899.
MY DEAR MOTHER,
It is an awful spell of the bad turn of fortune with me last six months. Misfortune follows me ever wherever I go. In England, Sturdy seems to have got disgusted with the work; he does not see any asceticism in us from India. Here no sooner I reach than Olea gets a bad attack.
Shall I run up to you? I know I cannot be of much help, but I will try my best in being useful.
I hope everything will soon come right with you, and Olea will be restored to perfect health even before this reaches you. Mother knows best; that is all about me.
Ever yours affectionately,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/CXIV Rakhal

CXIV
(Translated from Bengali)
To Swami Brahmananda
LAHORE,
11th November, 1897.
MY DEAR RAKHAL,
The lecture at Lahore is over somehow. I shall start for Dehra Dun in a day or two. I have now postponed my tour to Sind, as none of you are agreeable to it, and also because of various other obstacles. Somebody has opened my two letters from England on the way. So don't send me letters any further for the present. Send them after I have written for them from Khetri. If you go to Orissa, then make arrangements that some one will do all the work as your representative — say Hari, especially now, when I am daily expecting letters from America.
Perhaps the will that I asked you to make in favour of Hari and Sharat has now been made.
Probably I shall leave Sadananda and Sudhir here after establishing a Society. Now no more lecturing — I go in a hurry straight to Rajputana.
The establishment of the Math must have precedence over everything.
Without regular exercise the body does not keep fit; talking, talking all the time brings illness — know this for certain. My love to all.
Yours affectionately,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/CXIX Rakhal

CXIX
(Translated from Bengali)
To Swami Brahmananda
KHETRI,
14th December, 1897.
MY DEAR RAKHAL,
I have today sent your power of attorney with my signature. . . . Draw the money as early as you can, and wire to me as soon as you have done so. A Raja of a place in Bundelkhand named Chatrapur has invited me. I shall visit the place on my way to the Math. The Raja of Limbdi, too, is writing earnestly. I cannot avoid going there also. I shall make a lightning tour of Kathiawar — that is what it will come to. I shall feel great relief as soon as I reach Calcutta. . . . There is no news from Boston as yet; perhaps Sharat is coming; anyway, whenever any news comes from anywhere, write to me immediately.
Yours affectionately,
VIVEKANANDA.
PS. How is Kanai? I hear that his health is not good. Pay special attention to him and see that nobody is unduly bossed over. Write to me about your health as well as Hari's.
V.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/CXLVIII Rakhal

CXLVIII
(Translated from Bengali.)
To Swami Brahmananda
U.S.A.,
20th November, 1899.
MY DEAR RAKHAL,
Got some news from Sharat's letter. . . . Get experience while still there is a chance; I am not concerned whether you win or lose. . . . I have no disease now. Again. . . . I am going to tour from place to place. There is no reason for anxiety, be fearless. Everything will fly away before you; only don't be disobedient, and all success will be yours. . . . Victory to Kâli! Victory to the Mother! Victory to Kali! Wâh Guru, Wah Guru ki Fateh (Victory unto the Guru)!
. . . Really, there is no greater sin than cowardice; cowards are never saved — that is sure. I can stand everything else but not that. Can I have any dealings with one who will not give that up? . . . If one gets one blow, on must return ten with redoubled fury. . . . Then only one is a man. . . . The coward is an object to be pitied.
I bless you all; today, on this day sacred to the Divine Mother, on this night, may the Mother dance in your hearts, and bring infinite strength to your arms. Victory to Kali! Victory to Kali! Mother will certainly come down — and with great strength will bring all victory, world victory. Mother is coming, what dear? Whom to fear? Victory to Kali! At the tread of each one of you the earth will tremble. . . . Victory to Kali! Again onward, forward! Wah Guru! Victory to the Mother! Kali! Kali! Kali! Disease, sorrow, danger, weakness — all these have departed from you all. All victory, all good fortune, all prosperity yours. Fear not! Fear not! The threat of calamity is vanishing, fear not! Victory to Kali! Victory to Kali!
VIVEKANANDA.
PS. I am the servant of the Mother, you are all servants of the Mother — what destruction, what fear is there for us? Don't allow egoism to enter your minds, and let love never depart from your hearts. What destruction can touch you? Fear not. Victory to Kali! Victory to Kali!
V.
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/CXLVII Mrs. Bull

CXLVII
To Mrs. Ole Bull
C/O E. GUERNSEY, M.D.,
THE MADRID, 180 W. 59,
15th November, 1899.
MY DEAR MRS. BULL,
After all I decide to come to Cambridge just now. I must finish the stories I began. The first one I don't think was given back to me by Margo.
My clothes will be ready the day after tomorrow, and then I shall be ready to start; only my fear is, it will be for the whole winter a place for becoming nervous and not for quieting of nerves, with constant parties and lectures. Well, perhaps you can give me a room somewhere, where I can hide myself from all the goings on in the place. Again I am so nervous of going to a place where indirectly the Indian Math will be. The very name of these Math people is enough to frighten me. And they are determined to kill with these letters etc.
Anyhow, I come as soon as I have my clothes — this week. You need not come to New York for my sake. If you have business of your own, that is another matter. I had a very kind invitation from Mrs. Wheeler of Montclair. Before I start for Boston, I will have a turn-in in Montclair for a few hours at least.
I am much better and am all right; nothing the matter with me except my worry, and now I am sure to throw that all overboard.
Only one thing I want — and I am afraid I cannot get it of you — there should be no communication about me in your letters to India even indirect. I want to hide for a time or for all time. How I curse the day that brought me celebrity!
With all love,
VIVEKANANDA.
# The Battle of the Boyne (chapbook)

The battle of the Boyne;
To which are added,
Get up and bar the Door.
Carle and the King come.
STIRLING. Printed by W. Macnie.
1825.
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# The Battle of the Boyne

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# The Battle of the Kegs

Gallants attend and hear a friend Trill forth harmonious ditty, Strange things I'll tell which late befell In Philadelphia city.
'Twas early day, as poets say, Just when the sun was rising, A soldier stood on a log of wood, And saw a thing surprising.
As in amaze he stood to gaze, The truth can't be denied, sir, He spied a score of kegs or more Come floating down the tide, sir.
A sailor too in jerkin blue, This strange appearance viewing, First damned his eyes, in great surprise, Then said, "Some mischief's brewing.
"These kegs, I'm told, the rebels hold, Packed up like pickled herring; And they're come down to attack the town, In this new way of ferrying."
The soldier flew, the sailor too, And scared almost to death, sir, Wore out their shoes, to spread the news, And ran till out of breath, sir.
Now up and down throughout the town, Most frantic scenes were acted; And some ran here, and others there, Like men almost distracted.
Some fire cried, which some denied, But said the earth had quaked; And girls and boys, with hideous noise, Ran through the streets half naked.
Sir William he, snug as a flea, Lay all this time a snoring, Nor dreamed of harm as he lay warm, In bed with Mrs. Loring.
Now in a fright, he starts upright, Awaked by such a clatter; He rubs both eyes, and boldly cries, "For God's sake, what's the matter?"
At his bedside he then espied, Sir Erskine at command, sir, Upon one foot he had one boot, And th' other in his hand, sir.
"Arise, arise," Sir Erskine cries, "The rebels--more's the pity, Without a boat are all afloat, And ranged before the city.
"The motley crew, in vessels new, With Satan for their guide, sir, Packed up in bags, or wooden kegs, Come driving down the tide, sir.
"Therefore prepare for bloody war; These kegs must all be routed, Or surely we despised shall be, And British courage doubted."
The royal band now ready stand All ranged in dread array, sir, With stomach' stout to see it out, And make a bloody day, sir.
The cannons roar from shore to shore. The small arms make a rattle; Since wars began I'm sure no man E'er saw so strange a battle.
The rebel dales, the rebel vales, With rebel trees surrounded, The distant woods, the hills and floods, With rebel echoes sounded.
The fish below swam to and fro, Attacked from every quarter; Why sure, thought they, the devil's to pay, 'Mongst folks above the water.
The kegs, 'tis said, though strongly made, Of rebel staves and hoops, sir, Could not oppose their powerful foes, The conquering British troops, sir.
From morn to night these men of might Displayed amazing courage; And when the sun was fairly down, Retired to sup their porridge.
A hundred men with each a pen, Or more upon my word, sir, It is most true would be too few, Their valor to record, sir.
Such feats did they perform that day, Against these wicked kegs, sir, That years to come: if they get home, They'll make their boasts and brags, sir.
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# The Battle of the Boyn/The Battle of the Boyn

THE BATTLE OF THE BOYN.
# The Battle of the Boyn/Thro' the Wood Laddie

THRO' THE WOOD LADDIE.
FINIS.
# The Battle of the Boyne (chapbook)/Carle and the King Come

FINIS.
# The Battle of the Boyn/The Milking Pail

THE MILKING PAIL.
# The Caravan in the Deserts

The Caravan in the Deserts
By
Felicia Hemans
Taken from The Edinburgh Magazine And Literary Miscellany November 1821 Pages 409-411
by Peter J. Bolton
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# The Caravansary

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I keep a caravansary,
And, be it night or day,
I entertain such travelers
As chance to come my way!
Hafiz, maybe, or Sadi,
Who singing songs divine,
Discovered heaven in taverns,
And holiness in wine !
Or Antar and his Arabs,
From burning sands afar,
So faint in love's sweet trances,
So resolute in war !
The Brahmin from the Ganges,
The Tartar, Turcoman,
Savage hordes, with spears and swords,
Who rode with Genghis Khan!
Or mummies from old Egypt,
With priestly, kingly tread,
Who, in their cerecloths, mutter
The ritual of the dead !
Who keeps a caravansary
Knows neither friend nor foe;
His doors stand wide on every side
For all to come and go.
The Koran, or the Bible,
Or Veda, which is best?
The wise host asks no questions,
But entertains his guest!
# The Carcanet

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* The Carcanet: A Literary Album, collection of passages of English literature, by an anonymous compiler (1828).
* "The Carcanet", poem by Robert Herrick (1648).
# The Cardin O't, The Spinnin O't

    I coft a stane o' haslock woo',
    To mak a wab to Johnie o't;
    For Johnie is my only jo,
    I loe him best of onie yet.
    Chorus:
    The cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't,
    The warpin' o't, the winnin' o't;
    When ilka ell cost me a groat,
    The tailor staw the lynin' o't.
    For tho' his locks be lyart grey,
    And tho' his brow be beld aboon,
    Yet I hae seen him on a day,
    The pride of a' the parishen.
    Chorus:
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# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 4/Writings: Prose/Reply to the Calcutta Address

I am in receipt of the resolutions that were passed at the recent Town Hall meeting in Calcutta and the kind words my fellow-citizens sent over to me.
Accept, sir, my most heartfelt gratitude for your appreciation of my insignificant services.
I am thoroughly convinced that no individual or nation can live by holding itself apart from the community of others, and whenever such an attempt has been made under false ideas of greatness, policy, or holiness — the result has always been disastrous to the secluding one.
To my mind, the one great cause of the downfall and the degeneration of India was the building of a wall of custom — whose foundation was hatred of others — round the nation, and the real aim of which in ancient times was to prevent the Hindus from coming in contact with the surrounding Buddhistic nations.
Whatever cloak ancient or modern sophistry may try to throw over it, the inevitable result — the vindication of the moral law, that none can hate others without degenerating himself — is that the race that was foremost amongst the ancient races is now a byword, and a scorn among nations. We are object-lessons of the violation of that law which our ancestors were the first to discover and disseminate.
Give and take is the law; and if India wants to raise herself once more, it is absolutely necessary that she brings out her treasures and throws them broadcast among the nations of the earth, and in return be ready to receive what others have to give her. Expansion is life, contraction is death. Love is life, and hatred is death. We commenced to die the day we began to hate other races; and nothing can prevent our death unless we come back to expansion, which is life.
We must mix, therefore, with all the races of the earth. And every Hindu that goes out to travel in foreign parts renders more benefit to his country than hundreds of men who are bundles of superstitions and selfishness, and whose one aim in life seems to be like that of the dog in the manger. The wonderful structures of national life which the Western nations have raised, are supported by the strong pillars of character, and until we can produce members of such, it is useless to fret and fume against this or that power.
Do any deserve liberty who are not ready to give it to others? Let us calmly and in a manly fashion go to work, instead of dissipating our energy in unnecessary frettings and fumings. I, for one, thoroughly believe that no power in the universe can withhold from anyone anything he really deserves. The past was great no doubt, but I sincerely believe that the future will be more glorious still.
May Shankara keep us steady in purity, patience, and perseverance!
# The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Conversations and Dialogues

The Conversations and Dialogues are translated from the contributions of disciples to the Udbodhan, the Bengali organ of the Ramakrishna Math and Mission.
* II - V Shri Surendra Nath Sen
* VI - X Shri Priya Nath Sinha
* XI - XV From the Diary of a Disciple, Shri Sarat Chandra Chakravarty
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Anderson, Edwin Hatfield

​ANDERSON, Edwin Hatfield, librarian, was born in Zionsville. Indiana, Sept. 27, 1861. He was graduated from Wabash college, Crawfordsville, Ind., in 1883, and received the degree of A.M. in 1887. Mr. Anderson won a prize in each year of his collegiate course, including the junior prize essay and the senior Baldwin prize oration. After leaving college he settled in Chicago and began the study of law, but his natural bent asserted itself, and he studied more literature than law, finally devoting himself to library science. He went to Albany, N. Y., and became a student in the library school, conducted by Professor Melvil Dewey, in the state library. He next accepted a position as an assistant in the Newberry library at Chicago. After a year so spent, Mr. Anderson was chosen librarian of the Carnegie free library, at Braddock, Pa., and took charge in May, 1892. In March, 1895, he was appointed librarian-in-chief of the new Carnegie library of Pittsburg.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Anderson, Elbert Ellery

​ANDERSON, Elbert Ellery, lawyer, was born in New York city, Oct. 31, 1833, and was graduated at Harvard college, 1852. He was admitted to the bar in 1854, and practised in New York city. He was one of three commissioners appointed by President Cleveland to examine into the relations of the Union Pacific and Central Pacific railways to the U. S. government, and wrote the majority report. He was for several years counsel to the committee which conducted successfully the re-organization of the Missouri, Kansas and Texas railway. He was originally a member of Tammany hall, but defected and aided in forming the county democracy, co-operating in the movement with W. C. Whitney, Abram S. Hewitt and Edward Cooper. In 1894 he was made receiver of the Chicago, Peoria, and St. Louis railroad. After determining the condition of the road he resigned the receivership in order to save to the creditors the expense of his salary, which was $6000 a year. In 1875 he was chosen one of the trustees of the public schools of New York city. He died in New York city, Feb. 24, 1903.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Anderson, Galusha

​ANDERSON, Galusha, educator, was born at Bergen, Genesee county, N. Y., March 7, 1832. His father was of Scotch descent, and a strict Presbyterian. The boy, becoming converted to the Baptist faith, determined to become a minister. He was graduated with high honors from the Rochester university in 1854, and from the theological seminary, Rochester, in 1856. He was ordained pastor and took charge of the Baptist church at Janesville, Wisconsin, the same year. His next pulpit was in St. Louis, from 1858 to 1866. In 1866 he went to Newton, Mass., as professor of homiletics in the theological seminary, remaining there for seven years. In 1873 he took charge of the Strong place church in Brooklyn, N.Y., where he preached five years, going thence to the Second Baptist church, Chicago, in 1876. In 1878 he was made president of the Chicago university, and for eight years he endeavored, faithfully, to establish the institution on a firm footing. In 1886 he resigned, and for a short time preached in Salem, giving up his church there to accept the presidency of Denison university, which position he filled very successfully until 1890. He afterwards accepted the chair of homiletics in the Divinity school of Chicago university. Dr. Anderson was given the degrees of D.D., 1866, and LL.D., 1884, by the University of Rochester.