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from: house to house. Call me bad if you chose. My love ig deep. Ido not like your ceremonies and religion. [ love my Hari and his Bhaktas above all.”” The poet was excommunicated ; but tha Dheds rushed in a hody when the Nagars were taking a caste-dinner, and the Nagars were compelled to take back the poet into the caste. As tradition puts it, Hari had turned himself into the Dheds. ‘ . ‘

The Ras Lila, which had ravished the poet, is described by him with immense force and rapture, and, though he has not directly told us what mystery underlay this idea, his philosophy indicates it well enough. “When 1 wake from this sleep of life,’.

says the poet, “the world disappears, and these our- puzzling enjoyments of life. seem to be somnambulistic

only. The heart is the soul, and all enjoyments and sports are its own outward forms. It is the Brahma. that is flirting with the Brahma.” “ Hari! Thou art alone in the whole universe, infinite in thy numberless forms. Religion and ceremonies are a false gossip; worship, pilgrimage, the Vedas, and Shastras, all these are devices to eke out a livelihood—unless, Oh! man, - thou knowest thyself, unless thou knowest the truth.” The poet sees in the Brahma a double-sided unity. There are on the one side the visible forms—infinite and countless—dancing an eternal dance with the invisible One which representing the other side plays