Subodh sat silently thinking as before. Jagat went on—"Let's rather have 'Hail Bamfylde Fuller—Lord of half Bengal'—it sounds majestic. What would the next line be? We can rhyme 'Bengal' with 'all,' 'call,' 'fall,'—there are plenty more. Yes, yes, let's have
Hail Bamfylde Fuller—Lord of half Bengal,
How glad are Dinajshahi people all
To—to—
How should it run? Won't you make a single suggestion? What, I compose the whole of the poem and you become the Government Pleader? Very comfortable for you!"
Subodh broke silence, saying—"No Jagat, don't go on in that way. I am thinking of something serious."
"I have got it"—Jagat continued—"yes.—
To welcome thee to their most ancient town—
The worthy representative of the Crown.
No. I think 'glorious' would be a better word than 'worthy'. Just listen to the whole of it—and take it down—
Hail Bamfylde Fuller—Lord of half Bengal,
How glad are Dinajshahi people all
To welcome thee to their most ancient town—
The glorious representative of the Crown.
Take it down Subodh, quick. Such a jewel of a poem should not be lost to the world and posterity."
