The Resourceful Fakirs: 
Three Muslim Brothers at the Sikh Court of Lahore 
Part I
, II
                                    
             
            FAKIR SYED AIJAZUDDIN 
             
            THE RESOURCEFUL FAKIRS: THREE MUSLIM BROTHERS AT THE SIKH COURT OF  LAHORE, by Fakir Syed Aijazuddin (Three Rivers Publishers, New Delhi, 2014)  is sikhchic.com‘s Book of The Month for March 2014.  
                  
                  The following are some excerpts from the book. The author is a lineal  descendant of Fakir Nuruddin. 
                  
 Punjab, the area to which Maharaja Ranjit Singh and Fakir Azizuddin belonged,  lay in the northwestern plains of India. 
The Punjab derived its name from the five rivers -- Jhelum, Chenab, Ravi, Beas,  and Sutlej -- that flowed through its fertile funnel and ultimately merged into  the mighty Indus from which India itself took its name.
Geographically, Punjab followed a north-south axis. Rivers that began as  streams in its northern mountainous valleys coursed -- sometimes in parallel,  sometimes as one -- for more than a thousand miles. They left southern Punjab,  crossed Sindh and then ultimately surrendered to the Arabian Sea in the south. 
Punjab’s history, though, followed an east-west direction. Every significant  event in its often turbulent history, every incursion, every invasion, every  permeation emanated from either the west eastwards (the Aryans, the Greeks, the  Muslim dynasties, the Mughals) or from the east westwards (the Mauryans,  Buddhism, and finally, in a manner of speaking, the British).
The Punjab being the middle ground between empires always belonged to one or  the other, never to itself. 
Ranjit Singh’s uniqueness was in his giving Punjabiyat a political identity, in  welding the Punjabi nation into a sovereign state. His success owed much to the  contribution of the three brothers from the Fakir family: Azizuddin, Imamuddin,  and Nuruddin.
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Throughout his stay as a guest of Ranjit Singh’s, Murray spent more time  answering questions about military matters than medical ones. He reported that  during his professional visits he was attended only by Fakir Imamuddin. They would  see Ranjit Singh usually before the darbar commenced, which was at any time  between 9 and 10 am. 
On one of these visits, Murray’s observation provides an interesting contrast  between Western and Oriental manners. 
Murray mentions that, accompanied by Imamuddin, he called on Ranjit Singh and,  out of respect, doffed his hat. The turbaned Sikh to whom an uncovered head was  a sign of social nakedness told Murray to put his hat back on. 
Ranjit Singh used Murray’s presence to impress him with the caliber of his  troops. He held parades, had them execute maneuvers, sought his opinion on  their uniforms and even on the food they ate. 
Where Ranjit Singh fell short of emulating British standards was in the payment  of salaries to his troops. His revenues never seemed to equal his expenses and  the solution for him lay in delaying payment to his troops. Such a policy was  not without hazards.
While Murray was still at the court, there was a mutiny by about 400 of Ranjit  Singh’s Golandaze soldiers, whose pay had been in arrears of over nine months.  Imamuddin was dispatched to ‘expedite’ the payment. Ranjit Singh knew as  clearly as Imamuddin did that payment was possible only if there was money in  the treasury. Ranjit Singh promised the mutineers six months’ pay and an  amnesty, and for good measure made his second son, Sher Singh, who was popular  with the troops, a guarantor. The mutineers trusted the son more than they did  the father. No sooner had the rebellious soldiers been brought back into their  barracks by Sher Singh than Ranjit Singh had them thrown into prison and as an  additional punishment deducted two months’ pay from each sepoy and one month’s  from each officer from a salary which in any case he was not paying them. 
Murray noted: “This step caused much dissatisfaction, and the sardars employed  in bringing the men back to their duty, and who had pledged themselves that the  Raja would abide by his word, were very indignant on this occasion.” 
Imamuddin must have shared the chagrin of the sardars but any negative feelings  he may have harbored were subordinated to fulfilling the Maharaja’s next whim.
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Jacquemont knew the position Shahdin’s father and uncles enjoyed at the court.  He wrote about them in his journal in a tone akin to awe:
“Among his most intimate councilors are three Mohammadan brothers, who conceal  their wealth under an outward appearance of poverty and seek to atone for their  intrusion by the humility of their behavior. All of them bear the title of  ‘Fakir,’ as do their sons. They know Arabic and have read the medical books in  that language, hence their reputation for deep scientific knowledge.
“The eldest, whom I met near Amritsar, is more or less the minister for foreign  affairs; it is he who writes all the dispatches from Ranjit to the British  government. Another is the trusted agent at Govindgarh. The third, whom I meet  every day, is sometimes appointed governor of the city, when Ranjit does not  take him away with him. These brothers have a cipher which they use in correspondence  among themselves and this artifice, hitherto, I believe, unknown in the East,  gives them a reputation for great cleverness.”
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Hugel could never get up early enough for Azizuddin. When Azizuddin called on  him on the morning of the 14th, Hugel was still fast asleep. Azizuddin, who had  been waiting half an hour already, continued waiting until Hugel had dressed  himself.
They went into an antechamber where Azizuddin broached the subject of his  visit. 
“The Fakir assured me, first, that the Maharaja had never conversed with any  person whose talent had caused him so much surprise, and he wished I would  consent to remain with him,” wrote Hugel. 
Touched but not persuaded by such flattery, Hugel replied that had he been a  younger man, he might have accepted his host’s offer, but if he missed his boat  at Bombay, he would lose a year of his life. 
“The Fakir strove to persuade me to remain, but finding me resolute, ceased to  importune me further, and said he would take my answer to the Maharaja.” 
Meanwhile, could he ask more questions that the Maharaja had dictated?
The first question: Being such a well-traveled man, what had impressed him most  during his travels? Hugel pulled an Azizuddin on him. He described the wonders  of the Pyramids, the Taj Mahal, New Holland and Kashmir, the might of the East  India Company, and ended with “the kingdom founded by Ranjit Singh, who, like a  skillful architect, has formed of so many insignificant, unpromising fragments,  one majestic fabric, seemed to me the most wonderful object in the world.” 
Azizuddin wrote down Hugel’s answer “with sundry wah, wah! as tokens of his  amazement.”
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Azizuddin collected Fane and his entourage, this time to attend a celebration  of Holi. Fane noted that “in front of each chair were small baskets heaped one  above another, full of small, brittle balls filled with red powder, and  alongside them large bowls of thick yellow saffron and long gold squirts.” 
Ranjit Singh broke the ice by taking a large dish filled with saffron and  pouring it on Sir Henry’s bald head. Dhian Singh rubbed the Commander-in-Chief  with gold and silver leaf mixed with red powder.
Fane noted that few courtiers aimed their squirts at Ranjit Singh directly.  Almost everyone present had come appropriately dressed and prepared for such  festivities, everyone except the Afghan ambassador who had arrived recently  from Kandahar: 
“The poor man was dressed in his best, his beard combed and dyed to a nicety,  his feet tucked under him, and his face drilled to a grave, diplomatic cast.” 
All too soon, the hurling of dye-filled balls began, causing a reddish dust  storm so extensive that “the very face of the earth looked red.” 
One of the balls hit the Afghan envoy. Fane recalled a scene he would never  forget: “His look of astonishment of a ball of red dust being shied in his eye,  and his horror when his beard was turned to a bright saffron color.” 
Vulnerable and unarmed, the Afghan ambassador took to his heels.
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Once inside the tent, Azizuddin placed himself on the chair next to Ranjit  Singh. As each sardar was called and stepped forward, Azizuddin provided a  brief introduction. Jamadar Khushal Singh was “a close associate … a wise  person, brave and courageous.” 
Next, Sardar Attar Singh Sandhanwalia: “A close relation of the Maharaja and a  brave and courageous man.” 
After him, Raja Gulab Singh: “An administrator of civil and military affairs  and a brave man.” 
Sardar Lehna Singh Sandhanwalia: “A principal sardar and an associate … well  versed in administration.” 
Ranjit Singh then took the hand of Sardar Nihal Singh Ahluwalia and said that  he was the senior most of his clan. “Then Jawad Singh Mokal came there.  Fakir-ji said he was a confirmed drunkard [and] lucky go-fellow.”
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By 1838, the three Fakir brothers had achieved an almost unassailable position  in the Sikh court. Fakir Maudlin -- the first to be used by Ranjit Singh to  negotiate with the British on his behalf -- may have found it difficult to perform  the role of a diplomat. 
He was replaced by Azizuddin and relegated to the post of Keeper of Govindgarh  Fort, where he remained until his death. The fort functioned as Ranjit Singh’s  treasury (where his bullion was kept) and as his armory (where his weapons and  ammunition were manufactured and stored), and so to that extent, Imamuddin’s  position could not be written off as a sinecure, nor the fort as a  grace-and-favor apartment allocated by a grateful sovereign. 
The Killahdari of Govindgarh Fort affirmed the Maharaja’s confidence and trust  in him underwritten by Imamuddin’s two brothers -- Nuruddin and Azizuddin.
Over the years, Nuruddin had started functioning for the Maharaja much as a  court chamberlain, responsible for ensuring that the paraphernalia that  supported the show of royal pomp and pageantry was in the right place at the  right time on the right occasion. 
When guests arrived, they had to be received with the proper amount of zeafut  and appropriate level of hospitality. If transport was required by them,  elephants and horses had to be caparisoned, harnessed, and readied. If a darbar  had to be held in their honor, the pashmina tents had to be installed and  costly carpets aired and rolled out; the presents given and those received in  exchange had to be accounted for; and after their departure -- however many  guests there may have been and however long they may have stayed -- a report  had to be given to the Maharaja who calculated the costs and, against it,  mentally evaluated the benefits. 
To Nuruddin, over time, arranging such events became second nature. His true  achievement, though, lay in being able to succeed in every assignment the  Maharaja threw his way and in bringing a degree of order and functionality to a  court which enjoyed rituals but abhorred the regimen and effort that made them  possible.
For Azizuddin, 1838 would be the year in which his talents as a dignified  diplomat, a persuasive negotiator, a skilled draftsman, and an articulate  spokesman for the Maharaja would be exploited to their maximum. 
The dependence of the Maharaja on Azizuddin had become absolute; his  instructions to the delegation he sent to Simla in April 1838 were one instance  of this. 
Azizuddin moved closer to the Maharaja physically (because the speech impediment  following the Maharaja’s stroke made his words unclear except to one who knew  his mind as intimately as Azizuddin did) and metaphorically (because Azizuddin  was never at a loss for ideas or for words or for that choice mellifluous  phrase that could provide color to meaning).
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March 8, 2014
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PART II
  
As the procession of the returning mission made its way down from Simla,  Azizuddin, in his howdah atop his swaying elephant, must have pondered on the  good fortune that had taken him from humble origins in the old city of Lahore  to the cold climes of Simla, from an apprenticeship as a hakim to becoming the  spokesman of the Sikh Darbar, invited by the British Lat (Lord) Sahib to sit on  a chair on a par with him.
Over the years Azizuddin had learned from experience that the way up was always  arduous and fraught with perils; the way down was precipitous and dangerous and  could be -- if one was not watchful -- fatal. 
Whatever anxieties Fakir Azizuddin may have felt on that return journey to  Lahore, he wisely kept to himself. If he did share them, he would have done so,  as he did the wealth they had amassed, with the only two persons he could trust  implicitly: his brothers.
Azizuddin knew that of the three of them, Imamuddin was now the most  vulnerable. Ranjit Singh had entrusted him with a sensitive assignment, to act  as custodian of his treasury and arsenal at Gobindgarh Fort. 
Large sums of bullion, mainly in coins, moved in and out of his custody; prized  jewels were bought to be given away as gifts or received as nazar, stored, and  individually accounted for; the cannons, the guns and muskets, their shells and  shot and other ammunition, the swords and lances had to be counted and kept  available for use at short notice. The inventory was endless, the  accountability borderless and unlimited.
Over the years, Imamuddin had worked with Misr Beli Ram (the keeper of the  toshakhana at Lahore) and particularly with his brother Sukh Raj who had been  posted at Gobindgarh Fort. 
Suddenly Beli Ram had fallen victim to the wrath of Raja Dhian Singh [the  Hindu Dogra also serving in Ranjit Singh’s Court]. How long would it be,  Azizuddin must have wondered, before Dhian Singh picked on Imamuddin? Azizuddin  knew that his brother did not enjoy the protection Misr Beli Ram did. Beli Ram  was a Brahmin by caste, which is why his life had been spared by Naunihal  Singh. 
Imamuddin’s religion could not provide him such a shield.
By comparison, Nuruddin’s duties as a chamberlain were less critical. His was  the first face visitors to the court saw, the darbar equivalent of the  reception desk at a modern five-star hotel. 
For nigh on 20 years, since that visit in 1820 by the horse doctor William  Moorcroft, Nuruddin had welcomed shoals of visitors, offered them zeafut,  supervised the timely supply of provisions to their camps, fulfilled their  every need, satisfied their every whim. 
“Happy the man who never puts on a face,” Ralph Emerson, an American  contemporary of Nuruddin’s had written in his Journals, “but receives every  visitor with the countenance he has on.” 
Nuruddin’s assignment -- repetitive, physically demanding, and not ungratifying  -- was not the sort of job a Sikh sardar would covet.
Azizuddin’s own position in the altered configuration at the Sikh court would  depend on the quality of relations between his masters, the Sikhs, and his  friends, the British. 
The letter of personal approbation sent by Lord Auckland to Azizuddin may have  been unique in the annals of Sikh diplomatic correspondence but it was hardly  the sort of talisman that Azizuddin could rely on to protect himself from the  enemies who would attack him now that his benefactor was dead.
Although Azizuddin would have resented the inordinate, pernicious influence  Mungal Singh and his associate Chet Singh exercised over Maharaja Kharak Singh,  he knew that by the murder of Chet Singh [at the hands of the Dogra  brothers], a sinister elemental force, violence, had been unleashed in  court politics. 
The only weapons Azizuddin possessed were of a different caliber: the force of  argument, the power of persuasion, the weight of wisdom. That armory was  ineffectual now.
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Ellenborough received him, Azizuddin, and the others on Dec. 28 at Ferozepur.  Captain Von Orlich, a Prussian officer seconded to the British forces,  witnessed the scene. Overawed by the handsome and resplendent Raja Hira Singh,  Von Orlich thought less though of Fakir Azizuddin: 
“The cunning old Fakir Uzeezoodeen, accompanied the ambassador as his  counselor, and, faithful to his order, appeared in a plain and dirty dress. He  always calls himself the poor fakir, but everybody knows that he has amassed  great treasures.”
The main apologists -- Kunwar Partap Singh and Raja Dhian Singh -- arrived at  Ferozepur. Partap Singh, an 11-year-old juvenile, had been recalled from  Peshawar where he was nominally in charge of the Sikh troops billeted there. 
The Sikh delegation was invited by Ellenborough to witness the grand military  review organized by him in honor of the returning army. The site had been  chosen deliberately, because it was the same dusty plain from where his  predecessor, Lord Auckland, had bid godspeed to Gen. Willoughby Cotton and his  component of the Army of the Indus four years earlier. 
“Where the war opened, there it ends.” 
His Lordship went slightly overboard in his enthusiasm when arranging the  parade, insisting, for example, that he would personally supervise the trunks  of the elephants to be used in the victory parade and on designing the ceremonial  arch through which the army would pass.
It took time for 22,500 men and 102 pieces of cannon to pass through those  arches. 
“The young prince, more taken up with his fine ornaments and jewels than with  what was passing around him, began to get tired, and twice sent a message to  Dheean Singh, requesting permission to change a horse for an elephant; but his  request was very positively denied,” it was recorded.
Ellenborough returned the visit on January 2. The customary darbar was held in  the Sikh camp, during which presents for Queen Victoria -- “a perfectly  beautiful green Kashmir tent, embroidered with silk” and a portrait of Ranjit  Singh by a local artist -- were formally handed over. Gifts were given to each  senior attendee.
With this, too, the old Fakir was busying himself, holding a long list in his  hand, and reading aloud the names of those who were so fortunate as to be  entitled to receive them. The gentlemen about Lord Ellenborough and General  Sale next received each a handsome saber. 
After the presentations, the 5,000 troops who had accompanied Kunwar Partab  Singh were reviewed by Ellenborough. To show that the slight which had  necessitated this costly apology had been forgiven, Ellenborough invited the  young prince to sit with him in his howdah. 
The weather had turned suddenly chilly, and Dhian Singh, who was sitting behind  them, “very considerately took off his choga and wrapped it round the Prince.”
Raja Hira Singh reached Lahore before the others did. He called on Maharaja  Sher Singh and gave him an account of his meeting with the governor-general.  Later that afternoon, Raja Partab Singh and Raja Dhian Singh came and during  the journey to Shalimar Gardens with the Maharaja narrated details of their  reception at Ferozepur. 
Fakir Azizuddin, in many ways the person who had single-handedly retrieved what  could have been a diplomatic disaster, was the last to arrive. 
Azizuddin’s contribution received a compliment from Ellenborough, who described  him as “a well-wisher of India and Lahore.” Nuruddin repeated this to Henry  Lawrence years later -- and presented him with a gold watch. 
Ellenborough was also told, and in turn told Queen Victoria, that a grateful  Sher Singh had granted lands to Azizuddin.
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Azizuddin was a man of words, not weapons. The closest he had been to a sword  was when he had been accidentally injured by Dewan Bishan Singh at a darbar a  few years earlier. He had “no fancy in his old age for bayonet thrusts from  rude Sikhs,” it was said. 
Nearing the age of 65, Azizuddin would have preferred to retire quietly with  dignity and to spend his remaining days composing poetry in the Sufi tradition.  But the choice was not his to make. Honor and dishonor, Azizuddin knew, lay in  the hands of the Almighty. 
Did not the Holy Quran say: “You give power to whom You please; and You strip  power from whomever You please; You endow with honor whomsoever You choose, and  You bring low whomever You please.” 
Azizuddin had received honor beyond the limits of his imagination; in the final  years of his life, he was to experience its inversion.
He was forced to learn that whereas once a word in the ear of the Maharaja  would have been enough to secure an appointment for any member of his family,  now to secure the vakil-ship at Ferozepur for his son Shahdin, he had to  importune the menial Mungla. She had become Rani Jindan’s intermediary, her  “channel of communication for all but the great chiefs.” 
Broadfoot wrote to Currie that “the Fukeer wishes the situation for its own advantages,  but he wishes also to have the means of securing his property there and a  probable share in the important negotiations which every native of  consideration looks as near at hand.”
While the Panchayats and Gulab Singh were scheming how they should denude these  senior courtiers of their wealth, a party of Sikh horsemen crossed the Sutlej  into British territory without permission. Broadfoot asked the Sikh generals  for an explanation. His kharita and parwana “caused great anger.” 
Immediately, Azizuddin, Nuruddin, and Bhai Ram Singh were summoned to appear  before them. These three confirmed that everything Broadfoot had said in his  letter was “in conformity with justice and with the treaties.” They advised  that an unqualified submission would be the only course of action that would  not threaten the alliance. 
Both brothers refused to “have anything to do with the preparation of any  letters defending the conduct of the Durbar.” The Fakirs were consulted again  and maintained their recommendation that “an apology and dismissal of the  Sowars” was necessary.
Azizuddin could see that in such chaotic and turbulent conditions a sure hand  was required at the wheel of state. His preference was for Gulab Singh. 
Azizuddin, Broadfoot wrote, “chooses to remain aloof but according to his  custom, secures his own ends by means of bad advice given by his brother Fuqeer  Nooroodeen and others.” 
There could have been no better example of this diversionary tactic than during  Azizuddin’s final appearance at the Darbar in September 1845. The Darbar had  decided that the British, by not permitting Sikh troops to go unhindered across  the Sutlej, had exceeded the bounds of hospitality.
They proposed to send a letter to remind them that the Darbar had at great cost  twice invaded Afghanistan for the benefit of the British; that English armies  had traversed the Punjab to the detriment of its people and government, an  injury which had been patiently borne by the Darbar; that [the British] had  been permitted to occupy Ferozepur, which by right belonged to the Darbar, on  condition of keeping no more troops there than were necessary for the  management of the district, but that in spite of this a great army was  collected. 
(Ellenborough’s accumulation of 17,000 men and 66 guns had been increased by  his successor, Hardinge, to 40,000 men and 94 guns.) 
If the British government did not at once withdraw all combatant troops from  Ferozepur and allow the Sikh forces free passage, “the Darbar would decline to  deal with anyone save the governor-general in person.”
In his account narrating the jingoistic proceedings of the Darbar, Broadfoot  continued: 
“The tone and the words used were unusual and insolent, but the paper  was heard by the generals with great applause. Bhai Ram Singh and Fakir  Azizuddin, who represented what remained of the moderate party, would have  nothing to do with it; whereupon Jawahir Singh said publicly that he would not  be surprised if the troops and faithful Sikhs were to burn down their houses.”
Both Bhai Ram Singh and Azizuddin were summoned to appear in person before the  Darbar. Bhai Ram Singh refused; Azizuddin thought it more politic to obey.
The Fakir, more at the mercy of the Darbar, attended. 
And, after a scene almost comical, gave an ambiguous approval understood by the  intelligent, but taken literally by Jawahir Singh and his companions. He  declared the style and composition to be admirable and calculated to fill the  English with terror; that in his day such a letter would not have been  answered, for Ranjit Singh had to deal with Sir D. Ochterlony and other  headstrong men; but that he had no doubt the change was as great on the south  as on the north side of the Sutlej, and if so the parwana would produce the  desired effect. 
He flattered them with such great ability that he obtained Rs. 500 as a  present, the promise of a jagir, and, what he valued more, the promise of never  being sent for again on such a matter. 
On taking leave he said, so strong was habit at his years, that greatly as he  admired the parwana and the spirit that dictated it, he could not help advising  as most favorable to tranquility, adherence to the old treaty, and established  rules.
This appearance was to be Azizuddin’s swansong. He withdrew completely into the  protective privacy of his haveli, and safe within its walls he withdrew within  himself, devoting his time to contemplation and poesy.
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Alone but not lonely, Fakir Nuruddin had little time to himself to ponder over  his situation. If he had earlier been an instrument in the hands of Ranjit  Singh, he had to be careful now not to become too overt a tool in the hands of  the British. 
His position as a Muslim, in a sense already the senior most Muslim in the  Punjab, had not yet matured into the role that he would occupy once the British  had absorbed the Punjab completely. 
He remained noncommittal during a discussion on the oscillating policy within  the Darbar on the disturbed territory of Hazara -- much to Henry Lawrence’s  annoyance, they would agree on a thing one day and renege the next day -- and  prudently silent when he received a roobakaree or order permitting Muslims  throughout the kingdom to cry their calls to prayer and abolishing all  religious restrictions except the killing of kine.
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At Aligarh, Coxe received the formal warrant from the government for the  detention of the Maharani. From there Coxe wrote to Currie:
“Fuqueer Noorooddeen left us at Meerut on 22nd instant on his return to  Lahore. He marches via Saharanpur and Umballa to Ferozepore. I take this  opportunity of the Fuqueer’s departure to mention to you that as far as his  demeanor towards myself is concerned, I found him all that could be wished, but  in the presence of the Maharanee, he was in the habit of evincing a degree of  timidity and hesitation in addressing Her Highness, and especially on those  occasions when I had to communicate some instructions for her unveiling, for  which I was a long time unable to assign a cause. 
“I believe now from what the Fuqueer let fall before his departure that  this nervousness was occasioned by the fear that his position with the  Maharanee might be misrepresented, and that he would incur obloquy at Lahore as  being the willing custodian instead of a mere channel of communication between  the Ranee and myself. 
“This, mixed up perhaps with a little actual fear of the lady herself, has  prevented the Fuqueer from being at times, quite as eloquent a medium of  communication as I would have wished; otherwise I have found him most attentive  and useful.”
March 9, 2014