Life And Letters Of Toru Dutt Author:Das Harihar LIFE AND LETTERS OF TORU DUTT BY HARIHAR DAS WITH A FOREWORD BY THE RIGHT HON. H. A. L. FISHER, M. P. HUMPHREY MILFORD OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS LONDON EDINBURGH GLASGOW COPENHAGEN NEW YORK TORONTO MELBOURNE CAPE TOWN BOMBAY CALCUTTA MADRAS SHANGHAI PEKING 1921 THIS MEMOIR OF HER BELOVED INDIAN FRIEND TORli DUTT IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED TO MARY... more » E. R. MARTIN IN GRATEFUL RECOGNITION OF HER TENDER SYMPATHY Mais elle etoit du mondo, ou los plus belles choses Ont le pire destin Et, rose, olle a v6cu ce que vivent les roses, Lespace dun matin. MALHEBBE. Mourn rather for that holy Spirit, Sweet as the spring, as ocean deep For Her who, ore her summer faded, Has sunk into a breathless sleep. WOKDSWORTII. Nor blame I Death, because ho bare The use of virtue out of earth I know transplanted human worth Will bloom to profit, otherwhere. TENNYSON. FOREWORD THE subject of this volume is an Indian girl who, dying at the age of twenty-one, has left behind her a legacy in verse and prose which, quite apart from its true and delicate poetic quality, constitutes an amazing feat of precocious literary craftmanship. Toru Dutt was a poet with a rare genius for the acquisition of languages not her own. In her all too brief life she mastered Sanskrit and wrote in French and English with a grace, a facility, and an individual distinction which have given her rank among the authentic voices of Western literature. Her ear, indeed, sometimes betrayed her. On points of diction she was not always beyond reproach. Here and there in the Ancient Ballads and Legends of Hindustan or in her amazing renderings from the French poets, we come across a word, a phrase, a discord, which remind us that the poet was not of our race or speech, and much the same has been said of her French prose romance by those best qualified to judge of it. Yet when every deduction has been made for unessential blemishes, this child of the green valley of the Ganges has by sheer force of native genius earned for herself the right to be enrolled in the great fellowship of English poets. , I do not think that there was ever a mystery about the character of this frail and sensitive Indian lady. viii FOEEWOED Even were nothing known of the external facts of her life, we should have been able to infer from her published writings the essential qualities of a nature, pure, innocent, religious, alive to beauty in all its forms, and capable of a wide range of appreciation in the field of poetic literature. The pious labours of Mr. Das have now added some welcome and altogether attractive touches. They show us how devoid was Toru of the foibles often attaching to the literary character, how exempt from ostentation, vanity, self-consciousness, how childlike and eager, with how warm a glow of affection she embraced her friends, how free was her composition from all bitter and combustible elements. They enable us also to realize how much she was helped by the fact of her Christian training to an appreciation of certain aspects of Western literature her love of Paradise Lost and Lamartinc are illustrations not usually congenial to the Indian mind, and how personal friendships formed during a girlhood spent partly in France and partly in England united to strengthen her hold upon the essential soul of the two languages in which she wrought. It is pleasant too to learn more of that garden home in Calcutta which is described in Our Casuarina Tree , one of the loveliest of the lyrics con tained in the Ancient Ballads and Legends of Hindustan...« less