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<center>The Deccan Star.</center>

''B''y the bye, where is Ranade, the Ranade of Ranades, Mahadev Govind Ranade? I can prove to demonstration that he is a traitor, a malcontent. “What are his faults?” you ask. Faults, Sir,? they are crimes, black, heinous crimes. ''Imprimis'', a Maratha ''B''rahmim; 2, M. A., L. L. ''B''., 3, decides cases equitably between Englishman and native, 4, declines to believe that India is happy when he finds it to the contrary (oh ingrate, how dare you!) 5, says publicly that Christianity has a few faults, Hinduism a few merits (oh reprobate, reprobate!) Is this man worthy to live under enlightened ''B''ritish rule? Sir, I have seen him dine with his own people! What more need I say? ''B''ut why go to Poona and Nassik. Here is Manguldas ''N''athoobhoy, whom you have made a Knight and Companion of the Star of India. ''A''nd how subtle his modes of sedition. Sir, he actually ''swallows English''—medicines every morning (oh murder in open daylight); who has often led that seditious body, the Bombay Association; who owns that Hydraheaded, Cassandra-mouthed man, Nowrozji ''F''urdoonji his friend, that Nowrozji Furdoonji who, since the days of Mountstuart Elphinstone, has cast abroad among ''I''ndia’s twenty million souls the seeds of discontent and wild desire for freedom of speech (Blank verse. antique rhyme). Then look at Mr. Dinsha Manekji Petit. For the last twenty years has that man helped young Parsis to marry. ''A''nd according to the latest obtained statistics that man has raised a secret army of twenty thousand lusty Parsi lads. ''A''nd latterly he has become President of the Bombay Association. ''A''h, how natural the transition from hidden discontent to open sedition? In February last, or thereabouts, these eyes beheld Mr. Dinsha exercising with that hero of our age, General ''K''essowji Nayak. (Kessowji Nayak is third cousin to Hari Nayak the Dacoit, let me tell you in confidence). I saw the two veterans flourishing huge ledger in each other’s faces, exchanging strong language, and every way kicking up a make-believe fight. Then look at Morarji Goculdas, whom, some malicious wag describes as “an able and accomplished gentleman.” Sir, that man is a traitor, Sir, he is a—homœopath, and he publicly avows that though a mill owner he loves his country. Oh, the profligacy of the age! ''B''ut there are worse traitors—The Sarvajanik Sabhat the ''Amrita Bazar Patrika''. The former body pokes its fingers into every body’s pie. It is the mother of that viper brood, sedition, disloyalty, dacoity, incendiarism. The latter body is a busy body too. It’s name is ''Awbrita'', ambrosia that is to say; but it is used ironically. It vomits poison every week. To strangle it was called into being the righteous Vernacular Press Act. ''B''ut the thing proved too subtle even for that; and to this day it lives and breathes, ay, breathes a spirit of murderous treason. And is not the sun a participator in the crime? Does not he shine on India, on the arrant traitor. Has not Squire John Bull paid enormous sums for a monopoly of his light? ''A''nd here is the venerable thief, shining on this heathen land on the sly. Ah, does it not vex Squire John’s Christian soul? ''B''ut he is a lucky man, the Squire, in the possession of such a genius as Master Dizzy for his Accountant. This faithful and worthy servitor, along with some brother magicians, is resolved to weave a spell, a mumboo-jum boo, an abracadabra which are ancient and venerated equivalents for what is now re-christened “rectification of a Scientific Frontier.” With this spell will Messrs. Dizzy and Co. check the eccentric liberalism of the sun. ''F''or, it is a matter of history that the sun, the sea, the air, heavens, all these were made by a Christian ''G''od for the use of Christian England. ''A''s for benighted India let her be content with her darkness and her drought, her famine and her cholera; and let her be thankful she is allowed these blessings. Is she not a conquered country?—''B. R.''

<center>The Deccan Star.</center>

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  | source details = Sunday, June 29, 1879

“A few days ago, arrived at Moscow, on his way from Petersburgh to Samara the Hindoostanee Prince Ramchander Balajee of ''B''hetoor. Colonel and aide de camp on the General Staff, the Count N. Y. Rostovtzoff has been placed at the orders of the Prince, and now forms a part of his numerous suite.

Who is this Prince? He evidently belongs to the Native place, if he is not actually of kin to the famous Nana Saheb of course. ''T''hough news for your readers, this piece of information will be stale for the omniscient Police of India, who, for instance, have discovered in a twinkling of the eye that I was a dangerous Russian spy. ''T''hey must certainly know all about this mirific Prince. How provoking then, that they will not tell!

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<center>FRIDAY, JUNE 13, 1879.</center>

<div style="text-align:center;">Your obedient servant,<br>{{Style S-Small capitals|C. C. Massey}}.</div>

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<center>LONDON: FRIDAY, JUNE 13, 1879.</center>

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