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वीरेश्वराय विद्महे
विवेकानन्दाय धीमहि । तन्नो
वीर: प्रचोदयात् ।
( Miss Maud Stumm, was a young artist )
It was in the fall of 1895 that I first saw him, sitting with
his back to the light in Mrs. Leggett's sitting room in Paris. I
did not catch his name, but presently found myself next to him,
and being asked if I spoke French. He said he didn't either;
when I asked him if in his opinion English would be the next
dominant language of the world — as they seemed to be the coming
race — "The next great leading force on the earth will be the
Tartars or the Negroes" — was his astonishing reply; and he
proceeded to give his reasons. I found that he dealt not with
decades or even centuries but with vast ages and movements of
races, as judged by his knowledge of the past.
Then I inquired who this deep-voiced man was, and was told he
was a holy man from the East, Swami Vivekananda. It was long
after this that the flower of the Italian army was destroyed
utterly by the Negroes of Abyssinia, and I recalled the prophecy
that sounded so unlikely!
[She saw him at a dinner given by Mrs. Francis Leggeit at the
Metropolitan Club, New York, in 1896.]
Besides this wonderful guest were three others, one of them the
young Boston woman who had taken the prize for the "Hymn of the
Republic" sung at the World's Fair. She was little and sat very
erect, with an alert expression. Swami was rolling out Sanskrit
and translating the ancient glories of India, nobody daring to
speak. He dwelt finally upon the spiritual superiority of the
Hindu, even today. Thereupon the Boston lady interrupted: "But,
Swami, you must admit that the common people of India are way
below the cultivation of the same class in, say Massachusetts;
why look at one item — the newspapers!" Swami, recalled from his
poetic flight, raised his great eyes and regarded her silently.
"Yes, Boston is a very civilized place," he said. "I landed
there once, a stranger in a strange land. My coat was like this
red one and I wore a turban. I was proceeding up a street in the
busy part of the town when I became aware that I was followed by
a great number of men and boys. I hastened my pace and they did
too. Then something struck my shoulder and I began to run,
dashing around a corner, and up a dark passage, just before the
mob in full pursuit, swept past — and I was safe! Yes," he
concluded, "Massachusetts is a very civilized place!" Even this
did not silence the little woman, and with astonishing temerity
she raised her voice again to say, "But, Swami, no doubt a
Bostonian in Calcutta would have created just such a scene!"
"That would be impossible," he replied, "for with us it is
unpardonable to show even polite curiosity to the stranger
within our gates, and never open hostility."
Todays-Special 6-June in Swami Vivekananda Life
June 6, 1890 : Letter to SARADANANDA and KRIPANANDA,
Your letters have duly reached us. They say Almora is healthiest
at this time of the year, yet you are taken ill! I hope it is
nothing malarious. I find Gangadhar the same pliant child with
his turbulence moderated by his wanderings, and with a greater
love for us and for our Lord. He is bold, brave, sincere, and
steadfast. The only thing needed is a guiding mind to whom he
would instinctively submit with reverence, and a fine man would
be the result. Who advises you to jump into fire? If you don't
find the Himalayas a place for Sadhana, go somewhere else then.
So many gushing inquiries simply betray a weak mind. Arise, ye
mighty one, and be strong! Work on and on, struggle on and on!
Nothing more to write.
6th June 1896 : Letter to MRS. BULL
I have sent to Mr. Leggett by last mail the power of attorney,
and, as you desired, this is to notify you of the fact and
absolve you from the responsibilities of the power of attorney
which I gave you in America last year.