purse, was performed by Babu Chittaranjan Das. He threw himself down to rise stronger, he stooped to conquer. Ah! What a conquest it was! On the day that leap was taken died Mr. C. R. Das the barrister, the man with a million, the slave of luxury and with resurrection rose from the ashes of the servile flesh the Spirit of the King of Men. Three hundred millions of men, women and children bowed their devoted heads in the Grand Presence.
A bow coveted by earthly sovereigns and commanded by legislature in letters of blood, forging swords and casting cannons.
India has not begun work in earnest yet; She is receiving messages. Chittaranjan has delivered the message he was charged with from High; that done the curtain dropped on his Ascension.
The Lamp-lighter has done his task and retired to rest; an illuminated street is now before us, my countrymen, and if we will, we can walk up to our workshop.
An illuminated street is often before you too; our Rulers! You also can tread this road both for your and our good if you will see your way by the Bengal light, leaving your Roman candle for service at home.
