CHAPTER XIX.
DEATH OF BABURAM BABU.
Having just come in from his morning walk, Beni Babu was sitting in his garden-house. He was gazing about him, and had just caught up a refrain of Ram Prasad's
"Swift to its goal life ebbs away."
--when suddenly from a bower of creepers to the west of him, he heard a voice: "Ha! friend Beni! True indeed it is that 'swift to its goal life ebbs away.'" Starting up from his seat, Beni Babu saw Becharam Babu of Bow Bazar hurrying towards him, and going to meet him, said: "Becharam, my dear friend, what has happened?" Becharam Babu replied: "Throw your shawl over your shoulders and come with me at once: Baburam Babu is very ill: you must see him just once."
The two friends soon reached Vaidyabati, and saw that Baburam Babu had a very severe attack of fever: his temperature was very high, and he was suffering from intense thirst, tossing restlessly about on his bed. Some slices of cucumber and a cloth steeped in rose-water lay beside him, but he could retain no nourishment. The villagers all thronged around, loudly discussing the nature of his illness: one of them was saying: "Our pulse is the pulse of vegetarians and fish-eaters: nothing but harm can arise from the use of leeches, purgatives, and blisters. The best kind of treatment for us is that of the old village doctor; and then, if no relief is obtained, and grave symptoms occur, a doctor using the English methods might be called in." Another remarked: "It would be a good
