Argument. — The Indian Government being minded to discover the
economic condition of their lands, sent a Committee to inquire into it; and saw that it was good.
Scene. — The wooded heights of Simla. The Incarnation of the Government of India in the raiment of the Angel of Plenty signs, to pianoforte accompaniment: —
“HOW sweet is the shepherd’s sweet life!|
From the dawn to the even he strays —
He shall follow his sheep all the day
And his tongue shall be filled with praise.
(adagio dim.) Filled with praise!”
(largendo con sp.) Now this is the position,
Turkish Patrol, as able and intelligent Investigators wind down the Himalayas:—
What is the state of the Nation? What is its occupation?
(dim.) Census the byle and the yabu—capture a first-class Babu,
Interlude, from Nowhere in Particular, to stringed and Oriental instruments.
Our cattle reel beneath the yoke they bear—
The well is dry beneath the village tree—
Pray, brothers, pray, but to no earthly King—
Look westward—bears the blue no brown cloud-bank?
By the plumed heads of Kings
Triumphal return to Simla of the Investigators, attired after|
the manner of Dionysus, leading a pet tiger-cub in wreaths
of rhubarb-leaves, symbolical of India under medical treatment.
We have seen, we have written—behold it, the proof of our manifold toil!
Oh, the dom and the mag and the thakur and the thag,|
And the nat and the brinjaree,
And the bunnia and the ryot are as happy and as quiet
And as plump as they can be!
Yes, the jain and the jat in his stucco-fronted hut,
And the bounding bazugar,
By the favour of the King, are as fat as anything,
They are—they are—they are!
How beautiful upon the Mountains—in peace reclining,|
Thus to be assured that our people are unanimously dining.
And though there are places not so blessed as others in naural
advantages, which, after all, was only to be expected,
Proud and glad are we to congratulate you upon the work
you have thus ably effected.
(Cres.) How be-ewtiful upon the Mountains!
God bless the Squire|
And all his rich relations
Who teach us poor people
We eat our proper rations—
We eat our proper rations,
In spite of inundations,
And casual starvations,
We have, we have, they say we have—
We have our proper rations!
Before the beginning of years|
There came to the rule of the State
Men with a pair of shears,
Men with an Estimate—
Strachey with Muir for leaven,
Lytton with locks that fell,
Ripon fooling with Heaven,
And Temple riding like H—ll!
And the bigots took in hand
Cess and the falling of rain,
And the measure of sifted sand
The dealer puts in the grain—
Imports by land and sea,
To uttermost decimal worth,
In the houses of death and of birth.
And fashioned with pens and paper,
And fashioned in black and white,
With Life for a flickering taper
And Death for a blazing light—
With the Armed and the Civil Power,
That his strength might endure for a span—
From Adam’s Bridge to Peshawur,
The Much Administered Man.
In the towns of the North and the East,