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city for sampling it. Who would have thought then, that only 

 a short time hence, that bright boy Mostyn Owen, and poor 

 old John Boxwell, would both fall victims, at Dacca, to that 

 foul scourge cholera, or that clever little Harry Mosely, an 

 assistant of Motipore, who wrote the following during the 

 meeting, would also be cut off in the flower of his youth. 

 A LEGEND OF SONEPORE, 1889. 



Our Master of the I.P.G. 



By his Great Paper swore 

 That the Great Sonepore Meeting 



Should last for evermore ; 

 By his Great Paper swore he, 



And named a Meeting Day, 

 And sent Prospectus papers forth, 



East and West and South and North, 



To summon to the fray 



East and W T est and South and North 



The Post doth hie them fast, 

 Till near and far each Factory 



Hath heard the news at last. 

 Shame on the bloated Manager 



Who sits at home at ease 

 And says his poor Assistants 



Shant camp beneath the trees ! 



And now hath every Factory 



Sent up his tale of men, 

 The Managers are plentiful, 



Assistants too I ken. 

 Before the Stand at Sonepore 



Is met the great array, 

 A proud man was our Master 



Upon that Meeting Day ! 



For all Chumparun's noblest 



Were ranged beneath his ken, 

 And many a stout Tirhootian, 



And most of Chupra's men ; 

 And many a dainty damsel 



Came eager for the fray, 

 And bookies from Calcutta 



Upon that Meeting Day. 



