BHATNAGAR

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Holograph Poem, Signed by 'Sir Krishna Bhalnagar | Temporary clerk | Rawalpindi Arsenal', in the form of an epistle to his employer [Lieut.-Col. Edward Barnes Peacock, 31st Punjab Regiment], beginning 'Oh Sir! Words are, but inadequate to reveal'.

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Srikrishna Bhatnagar, Accounts Section, Rawalpindi Arsenal [Lieut.-Col. Edward Barnes Peacock (b.1873; fl.1955), 31st Punjab Regiment, son of Sir Barnes Peacock (1810-1890), Chief Justice, Calcutta]
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Rawalpindi [then British India, now in Pakistan]. 3 April 1923.
£80.00

1p., 4to. Neatly written-out within a red ruled decorative border. In fair condition, on aged and lightly-creased paper. The poem is twelve lines long, and begins: 'Oh Sir! Words are, but inadequate to reveal, | Humble and penetent [sic] as I, admittedly, feel | To own my hapless grevious folly | In venturing to accost you unceremoniously; | And it grives me all the more to state | That in my guileless efforts to propitiate | I have only given you an offence so grave | That on my knees, your pardon, I humbly crave'.

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Autograph poem beginning 'We loved you Colonel Peacock', within coloured decorative border, presented to Lieut-Col. E. B. Peacock by Srikrishna Bhatnagar, 'on behalf of Accounts Section, RAWALPINDI ARSENAL.'

Author: 
Srikrishna Bhatnagar, Accounts Section, Rawalpindi Arsenal [Lieut.-Col. Edward Barnes Peacock (b.1873; fl.1955), 31st Punjab Regiment, son of Sir Barnes Peacock (1810-1890), Chief Justice, Calcutta]
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[Rawalpindi Arsenal, India (now Pakistan). 1920s.]
£120.00

An attractive item, with the poem neatly written out on one side of a piece of 19 x 14cm paper, and placed within a 17.5 x 11.5cm windowpane in a 32.5 x 24.5cm leaf. The poem, consisting of twenty lines arranged in five four-line stanzas, begins: 'We loved you Colonel Peacock | And will always cherish you; | It's a truth; no idle talk, | Though told in words so few.' The last stanza reads: 'Fare you well kind master!

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