reminiscences fill the many corridors of my brain
with mighty feelings, as if too much for your most
humble of petitioners, I am in constant series of
aspirations perennial, and not by any means discon¬
tinuous, that the Supreme Rulers endow you with
the mens sana in corpore sano, medicinally, and of the
spirit which conduces to a character worthy of admi¬
ration. I confide to your discrimination an article
which my strong vanity designs for publication. It
is an attempt, but in a modulated degree, to assert
the future coming greatness of our race. With our
subtle intellectual keenness, and the solids of British
learning, to which I am now trusting to add some
French polish, our castes must reach fame in
futurity, I have been observant in my peregrina¬
tions, and to succeed now it is necessary to assimi¬
late the most new that there is of all that is about
us—to be up to date. You will observe that my
article is type-written. This will please the editor.
This missive will be despatched to you from the
light-headed city of Paris. From there I shall take
a short trip, or more than one, as the pursuit of
knowledge will require, and in about a month I
shall take my way, by the aid of the puffing monster,
to the Eiffel country, and meet once more you, my
good friend of the past. Till that happy hour, I
bid you adieu, with bahallah salaam.
' Yours ever truly,
' Yussuff Khan Bahadoor.
' P.S.—Write to me to paste restante in Paris.'