IF my memory has not altogether evaporated under the combined influences of this blazing Indian sun and the frequent misconstructions of your correspondents, there occurred, in March, 1878, an epistolary skirmish between one who prudently conceals his face behind the two masks of "Scrutator" and "M.A. Cantab.," and your humble servant. He again attacks me in the character of my London Nemesis. Again he lets fly a Parthian shaft from behind the fence of one of his pseudonyms. Again he has found a mares nest in my gardena chronological, instead of a metaphysical one this time. He is exercised about my age, as though the value of my statements would be in the least affected by either rejuvenating me to infancy, or aging me into a double centenarian. He has read in the Revue Spirite for October last a sentence in which, discussing this very point, I say that I have not passed thirty years in India. And that:
Cest justement mon agequoique fort respectable tel quil estqui soppose violemment à cette chronologie, etc.
I reproduce the sentence exactly as it appears, with the sole exception of restoring the period after "lInde" in the place of the comma, which is simply a typographical mistake. The capital C which immediately follows would have conveyed to anyone except a "Scrutator" my exact meaning, viz., that my age itself, however respectable, is opposed to the idea that I had passed thirty years in India.
I do hope that my ever-masked assailant will devote some leisure to the study of French as well as of punctuation before he attacks again.
H. P. BLAVATSKY.
Bombay, Feb., 1879.