_Nobin’s Aunt._ (_Raising her with the hands_). What fear my daughter? Why become so full of anxiety? A letter is sent to Bindu Madhab to bring a doctor. He will be cured when the doctor comes. (_Falls down upon the ground._) _Soirindri._ My aunt-in-law, while I was a girl I made a celebration of a certain religious observance; and placing my hands on the Alpana[56] (the white-washing prepared for the festival) prayed for these blessings: that my husband be like Rama, my mother-in-law like Kousalya, my father-in-law like Dasaratha, my brother-in-law like Lakshman. My aunt! God gave me more than I prayed for. My husband is as Raghunath (Rama) brave and a provider of his dependants; my mother-in-law is as Kousalya, having a sweet speech and an earnest love for her sons’ wives; my father-in-law is always happy in saying Badhumata, Badhumata,[57] and is the brightener of the ten sides.[58] Bindu Madhab, who surpasses the autumnal moon in purity, is dearer to me than was Lakshman-deva to Sita-devi. My aunt, all has taken place according to my desire; only there is one in which I find some disagreement—I am still alive. Rama is making preparations for going to the forests, but there is no preparation for Sita’s going with him.[59] Ah! he was so much grieved on the abstinence of his father; again, he took the cacha for the celebration of his funeral ceremony; but before that was done he is preparing to go up to heaven (to die.) (_Looking on his face with a steady sight_) Ah! his lips are dry. Oh! my friends and companions, call my Bipin at once from the school; I shall once more (_with weeping eyes_) through his hands pour a little water of the Ganges into his dry mouth. (_Places her mouth on that of his._) _All at once._ Ah! Ah! _Nobin’s Aunt._ (_Takes hold of her body and raises her._) My daughter, do not speak such words now (_weeps_); if my sister were in her senses, her heart would have been burst.