[Letter to Francis Leggett]
C/O MISS DUTCHER,
THOUSAND ISLAND PARK, N. Y.,
31st July, 1895.
I wrote you before this a letter, but as I am afraid it was not posted carefully, I write another.
I shall be in time before the 14th. I shall have to come to New York before the 11th anyway. So there will be time enough to get ready.
I shall go with you to Paris, for my principal object in going with you is to see you married. When you go away for a trip, I go to London. That is all.
It is unnecessary to repeat my everlasting love and blessings for you and yours.
Ever your son,
U. S. A.,
By the time this reaches you, dear Alasinga, I shall be in Paris. ...I have done a good deal of work this year and hope to do a good deal more in the next. Don't bother about the missionaries. It is quite natural that they should cry. Who does not when his bread is dwindling away? The missionary funds have got a big gap the last two years, and it is on the increase.
However, I wish the missionaries all success. So long as you have love for God and Guru and faith in truth, nothing can hurt you, my son. But the loss of any of these is dangerous. You have remarked well; my ideas are going to work in the West better than in India. ...I have done more for India than India ever did for me. ...I believe in truth, the Lord sends me workers by the scores wherever I go—and they are not like the ...disciples either—they are ready to give up their lives for their Guru. Truth is my God, the universe my country. I do not believe in duty.
Duty is the curse of the Samsari(householder), not for the Sannyâsin. Duty is humbug I am free, my bonds are cut; what care I where this body goes or does not go? You have helped me well right along. The Lord will reward you. I sought praise neither from India nor from America, nor do I seek such bubbles. I have a truth to teach, I, the child of God. And He that gave me the truth will send me fellow workers from the earth's bravest and best. You Hindus will see in a few years what the Lord does in the West.
You are like the Jews of old—dogs in the manger, who neither eat nor allow others to eat. You have no religion, your God is the kitchen, your Bible the cooking-pots. ...You are a few brave lads. ...Hold on, boys, no cowards among my children. ...Are great things ever done smoothly? Time, patience, and indomitable will must show. I could have told you many things that would have made your heart leap, but I will not. I want iron wills and hearts that do not know how to quake.
Hold on. The Lord bless you.
Ever yours with blessings,