Ram Ram, Seeta Ram!' Breathless with running, the men now tumbled up, hurriedly salaamed, arid then each with gasps and choking stops, and pell-mell volubility, and amid a running fire of cries, queries, and interjections from the mob, began to unfold their tale.

TO MY DAUGHTER LORD TENNYSON SEETA AND RAMAA TALE OF THE INDIAN FAMINE THE STORY OF PRINCE DÉSING THE STORY OF RUDRA THE STORY OF THE ROYAL HUNTRESS CHANDRAA TALE OF THE FIELD OF TELLIKÓTA THE KORATHY'S LULLABY LORD TENNYSON.

SEETA AND RAMA.

Thus, in this Eden, its blest inmates lived And passed their days, the villagers at the fields, Their busy women at the blazing hearths, The village master at his cottage door, And Rama and fair Seeta in true love.

No more would blooming girls with pitchers laden Repair to the clear lake while curling smoke Rose from their cottage roofs; no more at morn Would Rama be the first at school to see His Seeta deck her father's house with flowers; No more at eve the village master pour From Hindu lore the mighty deeds of gods To the delighted ears of simple men; For these have left their lands and their dear homes.

And Seeta with her father left her cot, And cast behind, with a deep, heavy sigh, One ling'ring look upon that vale where she Was born and fondly nursed,where glided on Her days in pleasure and pure innocence, Where Rama lived and loved her tenderly.

Poor Seeta saw the youth, and that sad sight She ne'er forgot; the youth was in her mind Too firmly rooted to be rooted out, Who ev'ry day in strength and beauty grew, till he Appeared the fairest youth in all the camp.

As the moon whose effulgence hidden lies When dimmed by clouds, suddenly blazes forth And in her wonted beauty shines again What time she darts into the cloudless vault, So shone again in lovely Seeta's breast The lamp of love by clouds of sorrow dimmed.

Poor Seeta hastened to the youth she loved, And to him with a gladdened heart thus spake: Her rosy lips, just oped to speak, were like A half-blown rosebud blossoming all at once; Such magic was wrought on her ere

Stay, darling, stay'tis only for an hour, And you will be the fairest of the fair; In days of old fair Seeta laid her head Upon the lap of one of our own clan, When with her lord she wandered in the wilds,

H.H. Kérala Varma, C.S.I. Krishnapore irresistibly reminds us of Auburn, the fortunes of Seeta are in many respects not unlike those of Evangeline, and some forms of expression seem to be coined in the mint of Tennyson....

SEETA AND RAMA:

For example, "Seeta and Rama" commences with the following vignette:... "All this is in excellent taste.

"Madras Mail. SEETA AND RAMA:

Nothing remarkable occurs thereupon until Rama has attained the marriageable age, when he espouses Seeta, daughter of the King of Mithili.

For the present he will take his wife Seeta, whose will is his, and go out into the wilderness, there to build him a hut of bamboos and banian-boughs and palmyra-leaves, and beSeeta and hetwo jolly yogees, that is, religious gypsies,living on grass-roots, wild rice, and white ants, and being dirty and devout to their heart's content.

But by-and-by tidings came to Rawunnathe giant with ten heads and twice ten arms, that was King of Lunka (Ceylon)of the plots of Mrs. Mithili, the disgust of old Doosurath, the distraction of the kingdom of Ayodhya, and the whimsical adventure of Rama and Seeta.

With seven-coss strides he comes to Ayodhya, and straightway finds the banian hut in the forest, where Rama dwells with Seeta in the devout dirtiness of their jolly yogeery.

The god has gone abroad in search of a dinner, and is over the hills to the sandy nullahs, where the white ants are fattest; while that greasy Joan, Seeta, "doth keel the pot" at home.

And Seeta comes forth, with water in a palm-leaf and grass-roots in the fold of her saree; and when she beholds the false yogee her heart blooms with pity, so that her smile is as the alighting of butterflies, and her voice as the rustling of roses.

But the city slept; if Seeta yet lived, she, too, was silent; no cry of sorrow rose on the night; no stir, as of an unusual event, disturbed the stillness and the gloom.

So Hoonamunta took upon himself the form of a rat, and sped nimbly through the huts of dwarfs and the towers of giants, through the hiding-places of misery and the high seats of power, through the places of trouble and the places of ease; till at last he came to an ivory dome, hard by the silver palace of Rawanna, the Monstrous; and there lay Seeta, buried in a profound trance of despair.

and Seeta started from her death-sleep, and sat erect; her eyes were open, and she cried, "My Lord, I am here!"

for Seeta calls you, and her heart sickens within her that you come not!" Immediately Rama uprose, and stood erect, and all the god blazed in his eyes; and he grew in the sight of Hoonamunta until his stature was as the stature of Rawunna, the giant, and his countenance was as the countenance of Indra, King of Heaven.

And now those three sit together on a throne in heaven,Seeta, the faithful wife, on the left hand of Rama,and Hoonamunta on his right hand, the shrewd and courageous friend.