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MAYAVATI, HIMALAYAS,





15th January, 1901.





MY DEAR STURDY,





     I learn from Saradananda that you have sent over Rs. 1,529-5-5 to the Math, being the money that was in hand for work in England.  I am sure it will be rightly used.





     Capt. Sevier passed away about three months ago.  They have made a fine place here in the mountains and Mrs. Sevier means to keep it up.  I am on a visit to her, and I may possibly come over to England with her.





     I wrote you a letter from Paris.  I am afraid you did not get it.





     So sorry to learn the passing away of Mrs. Sturdy.  She has been a very good wife and good mother, and it is not ordinarily one meets with such in this life.





     This life is full of shocks, but the effects pass away anyhow, that is the hope.





     It is not because of your free expression of opinion in your last letter to me that I stopped writing.  I only let the wave pass, as is my wont.  Letters would only have made a wave of a little bubble.





     Kindly tender my regards and love to Mrs. Johnson and other friends if you meet them.





And I am ever yours in the Truth,





VIVEKANANDA,


 


 


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[Letter to Mrs. Ole Bull]





THE MATH, BELUR,


HOWRAH DIST., BENGAL,





26th January, 1901





MY DEAR MOTHER,





     Many thanks for your very encouraging words.  I needed them very much just now.  The gloom has not lifted with the advent of the new century, it is visibly thickening.  I went to see Mrs. Sevier at Mayavati.  On my way I learnt of the sudden death of the Raja of Khetri.  It appears he was restoring some old architectural monument at Agra, at his own expense, and was up some tower on inspection.  Part of the tower came down, and he was instantly killed.





     The three cheques have arrived. They will reach my cousin when next I see her.





     Joe is here, but I have not seen her yet.





     The moment I touch Bengal, especially the Math, the asthmatic fits return!  The moment I leave, I recover!





     I am going to take my mother on pilgrimage next week.  It may take months to make the complete round of pilgrimages.  This is the one great wish of a Hindu widow.  I have brought only misery to my people all my life.  I am trying at least to fulfil this one wish of hers.





     I am so glad to learn all that about Margot; everybody here is eager to welcome her back.  I hope Dr. Bose has completely recovered by this time.





     I had a beautiful letter also from Mrs. Hammond.  She is a great soul.





     However, I am very calm and self-possessed this time and find everything better than I ever expected.


     With all love.





Ever your son,





VIVEKANANDA.


                                                                               























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