ruled, at last brought the disease under control.
In one of these periodical journeys to the town he paid a rupee to a famished but intelligent-looking beggar lad who wanted just a pice to buy food. With the greater portion of the rupee he began to deal in mangoes. By degrees he had some capital and opened a small general store. Two years after when Vidyasagar alighting from the railway train was proceeding towards his quarters, he was hailed by a lusty boy who invited him to his shop. Seeing him hesitating, the child blind with grateful tears, narrated how his timely generosity had placed him in the way of gaining an honest and independent livelihood and changed the whole current of his life.
While he had been engaged in saving the lives of the poor from the clutches of malarial fever, he had composed Bhranti-Bilas, a beautiful rendering of Shakespeare's Comedy of Errors. The gay, lively humour of the original has lost nothing of its force
