A BAYARD FROM BENGAL
EXHORTED HER, WITH AN ELOQUENCE THAT MOVED ALL PRESENT,
TO ABANDON HER FRIVOLITIES AND LEVITIES
A BAYARD FROM BENGAL
Being some account of the Magnificent and Spanking Career of Chunder Bindabun Bhosh, Esq., B.A., Cambridge, by Hurry Bungsho Jabberjee, B.A., Calcutta University, author of "Jottings and Tittlings," etc., etc., to which is appended the Parables and Proverbs of Piljosh, freely translated from the Original Styptic by Another Hand, with Introduction, Notes and Appendix by the above Hurry Bungsho Jabberjee, B.A.
THE WHOLE EDITED AND REVISED
BY
F. ANSTEY
AUTHOR OF "VICE VERSA, " ETC. ETC.
WITH EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS BY BERNARD PARTRIDGE
METHUEN & CO.
36 ESSEX STREET, W.C.
LONDON
1902
Reprinted from "Punch"
CONTENTS
CHAP. PAGE I. 1 II. 8 III. 16 IV. 24 V. 33 VI. 41 VII. 48 VIII. 55 IX. 63 X. 70 XI. 78 XII. 86 XIII. 93 XIV. 102
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE - "Exhorted her, with an Eloquence that moved all present, to abandon her Frivolities and Levities
Frontispiece - "Gave the Animal into Custody as a Disturber of the Peace"
12 - "Dismayed the Beast by his determined and ferocious aspect"
28 - "The Bullet had perforated a large circular orifice in Honble Bodger's Hat"
42 - "The Cantankerous Steed executed a Leap with Astounding Agility"
50 - "'My Daughter, I foresee many Calamities which will inevitably befall Thee'"
58 - "The Road was chocked full with every description of conveyance"
88 - "The Notorious Blue Ribbon was pinned by the Judge upon his proud and heaving Bosom"
106
PRELIMINARY
I HAVE the honour humbly to inform my readers that, after prolonged consumption of midnight oil, I succeeded in completing this imposing society novel, which is now, by the indulgence of my friends and kind fathers, the honble publishers, laid at their feet.
My inducement to this enterprise was the spectacle of very inferior rubbish palmed off by so-called popular novelists such as Honbles Kipling, Joshua Barrie, Antony Weyman, Stanley Hope, and the collaborative but feminine authoresses of "The Red Thumb in the Pottage," all of whom profess (very, very incorrectly) to give accurate reliable descrip-tions of Indian, English or Scotch episodes.
The pity of it, that a magnificent and gullible British Public should be suckled like a babe on such spoonmeat and small beer!
Would no one arise, inflamed by the pure enthusiasm of his cacoethes scribendi, and write a romance which shall secure the plerophory of British, American, Anglo-Indian, Colonial, and Continental readers by dint of its imaginary power and slavish fidelity to Nature?
And since Echo answered that no one replied to this invitation, I (like a fool, as some will say) rushed in where angels were apprehensive of being too bulky to be borne.
Being naturally acquainted with gentlemen of my own nationality and education, and also, of course, knowing London and suburban society ab ovo usque ad mala (or, from the new-laid egg to the stage when it is beginning to go bad), I decided to take as my theme the adventures of a typically splendid representative of Young India on British soil, and I am in earnest hopes to avoid the shocking solecisms and exaggerations indulged in by ordinary English novelists.
I have been compelled to take to penmanship of this sort owing to pressure of res angusta domi, the immoderate increase of hostages to fortune, and proportionate falling off of emoluments from my profession as Barrister-at-Law.
Therefore, I hope that all concerned will smile favourably upon my new departure, and will please kindly understand that, if my English literary style has suffered any deterioration, it is solely due to my being out of practice, and such spots on the sun must be excused as mere flies in ointment.
After forming my resolution of writing a large novel, I confided it to my crony, Mr Ram Ashootosh Lall, who warmly recommended me to persevere in such a magnum opus. So I became divinely inflated periodically every evening from 8 to 12 p.m., disregarding all entreaties from feminine relatives to stop and indulge in a blow-out on ordinary eatables, like Archimedes when Troy was captured, who was so engrossed in writing prepositions on the sand that he was totally unaware that he was being barbarously slaughtered.
And at length my colossal effusion was completed, and I had written myself out; after which I had the indescribable joy and felicity to read my composition to my mothers-in-law and wives and their respective progenies and offspring, whereupon, although they were not acquainted with a word of English, they were overcome by such severe admiration for my fecundity and native eloquence that they swooned with rapture.
I am not a superstitious, but I took the trouble to consult a soothsayer, as to the probable fortunes of my undertaking, and he at once confidently predicted that my novel was to render all readers dumb as fishes with sheer amazement and prove a very fine feather in my cap.
For all the above reasons, I am modestly confident that it will be generally recognised as a masterpiece, especially when it is remembered that it is the work of a native Indian, whose 'prentice hand is still a novice in wielding the currente calamo of fiction.
I cannot conclude without some allusion to the drawings which are, I believe, to adorn my work, but which I have not yet been enabled to inspect, owing to the fact that, having fish of more importance to fry at the time, I commissioned a certain young English friend (the same who furnished sundry poetic headings for chapters) to engage a designer for the pictorial department.
Needless to say, I intended that he was to award the apple only to some Royal Academician of distinguished talents—yet at the eleventh hour, when too late to make other arrangements, I am informed that the job has been entrusted to a certain Birnadhur Pahtridhji, whose name (though probably incorrectly transcribed) certainly denotes a draughtsman of native Indian origin!
Whether he is fully competent for such a task I cannot at present say. But, unless he is qualified, like myself, by actual residence in Great Britain, I fear that he may not possess sufficient familiarity with the customs and solecisms of English society to avoid at least a few ludicrous and even lamentable mistakes.
To guard against such contingencies I shall insert a note or comment opposite each picture as it is submitted to me, pointing out in what respects (if any) the artist has failed to represent the author's intentions.
I sincerely hope that I may now and then be able to pat the aforesaid Mr P. on the back instead of acting as a Rhadamanthus to rap his knuckles.
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