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, MAKUNDA RAM CHAKRAVARTI. Ill
exaggerated, gives one a very fair idea of the manner#in
which every petty underling in Muhammadan times could
oppress the people, and amass wealth whenever ie chose
to be oppressive. We have too often and too loag perused
history on a wrong principle ; we have too long looked
at historical events from a wrong point of view. We have,
been taught to admire the glories of the reign of Akbar,
and the triumphs of Mansing over the Pathans. States-
men and warriors have ruled and conquered, and their
court favorites have sung their praises, and this song of
praise, whic*h we style History, has not been interrupted
by a single discordant voice issuing from the people. It is
only here and there, in some obscure song or poem, un-
known to historians and unrecognized by statesmen, that
the people have given us their version of history ; but
we confess when we come across such stray passages, our
joy at the triumphs and victories of warriors and princes
is tempered by a sense of the systematic and chronic
oppression to which our peasantry have ever been sub-
jected by every recipient of power.
After much consdltation with the wise Srimanta
Khan>of^Chandigar, our poet left the home of his fathers
in bitter grief to seek shelter elsewhere. He reached
Teligram ( or Bhetna 1) where Jadu Kundu, as the poet
gratefully records, gave him food and shelter for three
days and B,up Rai did him some service. Honest Jadu
Kundu ! Little did he dream, when, in compliance with
one of the most amiable customs of the country, he gave
shelter to a poor houseless stranger, that for this good
service for which he sought "ho return, his. name would
exaggerated, gives one a very fair idea of the manner#in
which every petty underling in Muhammadan times could
oppress the people, and amass wealth whenever ie chose
to be oppressive. We have too often and too loag perused
history on a wrong principle ; we have too long looked
at historical events from a wrong point of view. We have,
been taught to admire the glories of the reign of Akbar,
and the triumphs of Mansing over the Pathans. States-
men and warriors have ruled and conquered, and their
court favorites have sung their praises, and this song of
praise, whic*h we style History, has not been interrupted
by a single discordant voice issuing from the people. It is
only here and there, in some obscure song or poem, un-
known to historians and unrecognized by statesmen, that
the people have given us their version of history ; but
we confess when we come across such stray passages, our
joy at the triumphs and victories of warriors and princes
is tempered by a sense of the systematic and chronic
oppression to which our peasantry have ever been sub-
jected by every recipient of power.
After much consdltation with the wise Srimanta
Khan>of^Chandigar, our poet left the home of his fathers
in bitter grief to seek shelter elsewhere. He reached
Teligram ( or Bhetna 1) where Jadu Kundu, as the poet
gratefully records, gave him food and shelter for three
days and B,up Rai did him some service. Honest Jadu
Kundu ! Little did he dream, when, in compliance with
one of the most amiable customs of the country, he gave
shelter to a poor houseless stranger, that for this good
service for which he sought "ho return, his. name would