THE MATH, BELUR,
HOWRAH DIST., BENGAL,
2nd February, 1901.
MY DEAR MOTHER, (Mrs. Ole Bull)
Several days ago I received your letter and a cheque for Rs. 150 included. I will tear up this one, as the three previous cheques I have handed over to my cousin.
Joe is here, and I have seen her twice; she is busy visiting. Mrs. Sevier is expected here soon en route to England. I expected to go to England with her, but as it now turns out, I must go on a long pilgrimage with my mother.
My health suffers the moment I touch Bengal; anyhow, I don’t much mind it now; I am going on well and so do things about me.
Glad to learn about Margot’s success, but, says Joe, it is not financially paying; there is the rub. Mere continuance is of little value, and it is a far cry from London to Calcutta. Well, Mother knows. Everybody is praising Margot’s Kali the Mother; but alas! they can’t get a book to buy; the booksellers are too indifferent to promote the sale of the book.
That this new century may find you and yours in splendid health and equipment for a yet greater future is and always has been the prayer of your son.