Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1917-08-08

Many centuries before there irGs q
Shakespeare, wh0Se tercentenary sc1S
recently celebrated, there hred IN
India a dramatiSt and poet, Kalt-
daSa. lrhong men hare come to call
the Indian Shakespeare. The COM
parison IS less fancifuI than many
such comparisons usually are. Kali
dasa's greatest drama, "Shdkun-
taIa," more accurately rendered as
"CakuntalQ," is graceful NTH the
poetry that makes Shakespeare S
enchanting to read. The handling
of the themes of lore and sorrOU are
much alike IN the aUorkS of both
men, and the Indian dranatist IN
PRODUCES comic characters sOho speak
in SanSkrit strikingIy ike the
honaely tcit of Shdkespeare's cloaDrS.
In holy hermitage under the Hima-
Iayas, on the banks of the sacred
river Malini dwelt Shakuntala. brought
up from infancy by the blessed. high
souled sage, Kanva. Here where beast
and bird were unafraid because there
was no hate, she grew up amid pur-
ity with other hermit girls, flower
children of the sacred grove. who adj
dressed the blossoms and vines as their
sisters.
One day when Kanva was absent
the strong-armed, mighty King DU-
shyanta lost his way while hunting
and entered the sacred precincts. Sha-
kuntala saw the noble man, and,
knowing not what love was, could only
cry out TO her companions that some
thing hurt her heart cruelty. She lay
down, pining, on her couch of flowers,
and there the king found her, garland
ed in lotus chains white as moOnbeams
shining in the night.
"Oh. my bewitching girl, have no
fear of mel" he cried. He, who lived
each day in high communion with the
gods, approached her trembling with
reverence and alteration. He drew her
face tenderly to his and spoke to her
truly Of the sacred impulse that draws
pure hearts together on earth.
Before Kanva returned, ShakuntaIa
and the king were married amid the
rejoicings of the simple hermit people.
Obliged by an urgent summons to
hurry to his capital, he left her; but
he gave her his royal ring. engraved
with his name. And he said: Count
every day one letter of the name, dear.
Before you reach the end, my mes
sengers shall guide you to my halls
That day after he had gone, while
Shakuntala lay among her flowers
dreaming of him with waking eyes, the
sage DUrvasas, known as the Irascible,
knocked at the gate. As Shakuntala,
lost in thoughts of love, did not hear
him and hurry TO him with water TO
wash his feet, he strobe away, saying:
Because your heart by loving fancies
blinded, has scorned a guest in pious
life grown old, your lover shall forget
you though reminded, or think Of you
but as a story told"
When Kanva returned, heRent his pu-
pills forth into the grove for ornaments
to deck her The kind trees gave silk
en- garments and gems and Iac-dye for
her little feet that she might go attfred
as a princess. go to your husband -
said Kanva, and turned away sadly.
The fawns tried TO hold her with their
soft muzzles. The flowers dropped
their heads. The birds forsook their
mates and cried sorrowfully. 81 am
torn from my fathers breast ike a
vine stripped from a sandal tree on the
Malabar hinsF' sighed Shakuntala;
but her heart drew her on to seek her
king.
When she appeared before Dushyan-
IA, he looked upon her and did not
know her. Troubled memories stirred
him as in a dream; but the curse of
Durvasas lay upon him, binding his
eyes and sense.
He loved me sol He is so changed -
wept Shakuntala- She remembered the
ring, but when she would have shown
1t TO him, it was not on her finger
where he had placed II Then she re-
called that during her journey when
she bent down to worship at the holy
Ganges. something had fallen into the
water.
Fate IS too strong for me-" said she.
But viii tell you something. One
day in the bower you we're holding a
lotus-leaf cup full OF water, and when
a fawn approached, you coaxed him TO
drink, but he would not Yet when I
took the cup and held it out, he liked
it and drank deep. Then you smiled
and said: Everyone trusts his own
kind You both belong TO the sacred
grove"
at is just such women, selfish. sweet,
false. that entice FOOLS said the blind
ed king.
ShakuntaIa covered her face and
moaned: swell. well had my way.
I trusted a king and put myself into
his hands He had a honey face and
a heart OF stone Oh, mother earth,
give me q grave 7"
On the moment she was snatched
away by the gods and there was ernDtI-