The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 7/Epistles - Third Series/XIV Sister
XIV
DETROIT,
17th March, 1894.
DEAR SISTER (Miss Harriet McKindley of Chicago.),
Got your package yesterday. Sorry that you send those stockings — I could
have got some myself here. Glad that it shows your love. After all, the
satchel has become more than a thoroughly stuffed sausage. I do not know how
to carry it along.
I have returned today to Mrs. Bagley's as she was sorry that I would remain
so long with Mr. Palmer. Of course in Palmer's house there was real "good
time". He is a real jovial heartwhole fellow, and likes "good time" a little
too much and his "hot Scotch". But he is right along innocent and childlike
in his simplicity.
He was very sorry that I came away, but I could not help. Here is a beautiful young girl. I saw her twice, I do not remember her name. So brainy, so beautiful, so spiritual, so unworldly! Lord bless her! She came this morning with Mrs. M'cDuvel and talked so beautifully and deep and spiritually — that I was quite astounded. She knows everything about the Yogis and is herself much advanced in practice!!
"Thy ways are beyond searching out." Lord bless her — so innocent, holy, and pure! This is the grandest recompense in my terribly toilsome, miserable life — the finding of holy happy faces like you from time to time. The great Buddhist prayer is, "I bow down to all holy men on earth". I feel the real meaning of this prayer whenever I see a face upon which the finger of the Lord has written in unmistakable letters "mine". May you all be happy, blessed, good and pure as you are for ever and ever. May your feet never touch the mud and dirt of this terrible world. May you live and pass away like flowers as you are born — is the constant prayer of your brother.
VIVEKANANDA.