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Daily Reading







To Mrs. Ole Bull





The Math, Belur





13 May 1901





Dear Mother,





I reached Calcutta yesterday. This morning arrived your letter containing three cheques for my cousin. They shall reach her regularly.





I have not had any letter from Joe [Miss Josephine MacLeod] from Japan, but several I find awaiting me from on board steamer. She also sends me a newspaper cutting to be sent to Professor Geddes. I enclose it in this letter and expect you to direct it to Prof. Geddes.





Saradananda has been three weeks in Darjeeling, where he has improved greatly. I wish he will remain some time longer there. Mr. Bannerjy is the kindest of hosts.





Mrs. Sevier is in London at 2, Maisemore Mansions, Canfield Gardens, London, N.W.





You are right: my experiences are bringing about calmness --great calmness.





Mrs. Patterson and children are off to Europe. General [C. B. Patterson] is alone and very desirous that I would call. I will the next time I go to town.





My cousin and mother and the rest send love, and my eternal love you know always.





Ever your son,





Vivekananda





P.S. All love and blessings for Margot [Sister Nivedita].








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To Sister Christine





The Math, Belur,


Howrah Dist., Bengal,





13th May 1901.





Dear Christine,





I arrived in the Math yesterday. This morning came your short note. You must have got my letters by this time, and [I] hope this will give you a taste of how sometimes silence is gold.





I have beautiful letters from everywhere this morning and am quite happy. I paid a long visit of two months to Assam and different parts of eastern Bengal. For combined mountain and water scenery, this part of the country is unrivalled.





Either I am to go to Europe this summer, and thence to the U.S., or you come over to India--things are all getting ready to that end. Mother knows Her ways. For one thing, I am calm, very calm, and hope to keep a hold on this state for a long time; and you are my best help to keep this poise, are you not? I will write more in my next; just now these few lines--and a hundred pardons I beg for their scantiness. Yet silence tells more sometimes than all the speech in the world.





With all love and blessings,





Ever yours in the Lord,





Vivekananda.









 



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