The Bengali Poem ) Candi. 
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“ Know I am Candi, your true constant friend, 
I come to give you blessings without end. 
This ancient forest which now darkens round 
Thou shalt cut down, and there a city found. 
To each man give a cow and rice and land, 
And rule thy people with a father’s hand; 
While every Tuesday shall henceforth be mine, 
Eor solemn sacrifice and worship at my shrine. ,, 
Candi then shows the hunter where a great treasure lies buried in 
seven jars, and she helps him to carry them to his cottage. The next 
morning he takes a ring from one of the jars and goes off to a money¬ 
changer to turn it into hard cash to meet his immediate necessities. 
But the neighbour owes the hunter an old bill, and gets out of his way, 
thinking that he is come to dun him for payment. 
Poor Kalu calls, “ Where is my uncle, pray ? 
An urgent need has brought me here to-day.” 
“ Alas! ” the wife replied, “ too late you ’ve come, 
Early this very morn he left his home. 
A sudden business called him, to my sorrow, 
But he will pay your little bill to-morrow. 
Meanwhile we ’ve need of wood, so bring some more, 
And by one payment he ’ll discharge each score.” 
“ I’m very grieved to hear that he’s away, 
My business will admit of no delay; 
I came for ready cash a ring to sell; 
Some other friend will serve my turn as well.” 
Smiling, her manners she began to mend, 
“A ring? pray wait a minute, my good friend.” 
Hearing the sound of gain, by some back gate 
Her husband now comes running up elate, 
Eager for this new customer with his ring, 
And carrying scales and purse for bargaining. 
“ 0 nephew, is it you I see at last? 
How have the days dealt with you as they passed ?” 
“ TJncle, I start betimes with net and bow, 
And roam the woods until the sun is low, 
