before God, and you under God, help me to do so.
"I am, my dear Sir,
"Ever yours faithfully
(Sd.) "Michael M. Dutt."
The letter moved tender-hearted Vidyasagar so much, that tears flowed from his eyes in incessant torrents. He was at that time highly embarrassed himself. He had not a single pice in his hand. But he was determined, at all hazards, to rescue Madhusudana. He resorted to his usual means. He raised a loan, and remitted 1500 rupees to France. If he had not helped Madhusudana by this remittance, there is no knowing what would have befallen the greatest poet of Bengal. Most probably he would have to rot in a "French jail," and there perish miserably, as will be evident from his next letter quoted below:—
"Versailles—France
"2nd September, 1864.
"My Dear Friend,
"On the morning of last Sunday, the 28th Ultimo, as I was seated in my little study, my poor wife came to me with tears in her eyes, and said—"the children want to go to the Fare, and I have only 3 Francs. Why do those people in India treat us this way?" I said—"The mail will be in to-day, and I am sure to receive news, for the man to whom I have appealed has the genius and
