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appalling poverty in which his father Thakurdas lived and was brought up. One day, pressed by the pangs of hunger, Thakurdas sat faint and pale and speechless, before a shop where fried rice was sold. The woman, who sold the rice, enquired of the boy what he needed, and the hungry boy only ventured to for a little water to drink. With the kindliness of her race, the poor woman not only gave him to drink, but also supplied him with some curd and sweetened rice,—and even asked the boy to come again to the shop whenever he went without his daily food. And she was true to her word, and poor Thakurdas came again and again to the kind-hearted woman who had helped him in his need. There is a touch of true Hindu life in this simple story.

Calcutta,	$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$		Romesh C. Dutt.
November 1902.