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[Chap. I.]To the Votaries of Jugernāth1
[II.]The Blasphemer2
[III.]What is Jugernāth?4
[IV.]A few ugly Facts6
[V.]Axioms for Jugernāthians9
[VI.]Political Economy12
[VII.]Political Extravagance17
[VIII.]False Prophets of Jugernāth21
[IX.]Isolation of Jugernāth24
[X.]Treachery in the Camp29
[XI.]Quem Jupiter vult perdere prius dementat33
[XII.]The wages of Jugernāth35
[XIII.]Pauperism, Crime, and Intemperance37
[XIV.]Jugernāth afloat41
[XV.]Adverse Prosperity43
[XVI.]Sacred Rights of Property47
[XVII.]Selections from Jugernāth’s Sacred Writings51
[XVIII.]The Vampire54
[XIX.]Odimus quos læsimus59
[XX.]Prosperous Adversity63
[XXI.]Ireland under the wheels64
[XXII.]The Finishing Stroke68
[XXIII.]Little Greatness71
[XXIV.]Blunder and Plunder73
[XXV.]Dear Cheap Food77
[XXVI.]The Pagoda tree81
[XXVII.]I know a Maiden fair to see85
[Appendix I.]Discourtesy versus Argument89
[” II.]Unheeded Warning96

THE BRITISH JUGERNATH.


[CHAPTER I.]
TO THE VOTARIES OF JUGERNATH.

My Idolatrous Compatriot! Were it not for the gravity of the situation, it would be amusing to watch the self-complacent smile of conscious superiority which you assume, when descanting on the paternal character of our rule in suppressing such abuses as those of Suttee and Jugernāth; unconscious at the same time that the Jugernāth of the wretched Hindoo is dwarfed into complete insignificance when compared with that huge idol which you yourself have set up for worship.

My dear fellow! for goodness’ sake put away the microscope with which you are so patiently investigating the mote in the eye of your Aryan brother, and bear with me, whilst I attempt to extract the huge log which obscures your own visual organs. And should I (contrary to my expectation), succeed in removing so large a mass, you will find that, whilst you have been depriving your Aryan brethren of their comparatively innocent little plaything, which at the most might have crushed some half dozen fanatics, in the course of a year, you have reared up a horrible fantastic creation which you worship, which in its progress is crushing its thousands and even millions every year; which is stamping out the lifeblood of England and its dependencies; whilst all the time you are applauding it, sounding your political tom-toms, blowing your trumpets to shouts of wah! wah! complacently misapplying glib quotations from your sacred Vedas (Adam Smith and Mill), flaunting your banners of political economy while violating every principle of that useful but misused science.