Dadabhai Naoroji - Works

Works

  • The manners and customs of the Parsees (Bombay, 1864)
  • The Eurobnbvpean and Asiatic races (London, 1866)
  • Admission of educated natives into the Indian Civil Service (London, 1868)
  • The wants and means of India (London, 1870)
  • Condition of India (Madras, 1881)
  • Poverty of India: A Paper Read Before the Bombay Branche of the East India Association, Bombay, Ranima Union Press, (1876)
  • C. L. Parekh, ed., Essays, Speeches, Addresses and Writings of the Honourable Dadabhai Naoroji, Bombay, Caxton Printing Works (1887). An excerpt, "The Benefits of British Rule", in a modernized text by J. S. Arkenberg, ed., on line at Paul Halsall, ed., Internet Modern History Sourcebook.
  • Lord Salisbury’s Blackman (Lucknow, 1889)
  • Naoroji, Dadabhai (1861). The Parsee Religion. University of London. http://www.archive.org/stream/cu31924031767779#page/n3/mode/2up.
  • Dadabhai Naoroji (1901). Poverty and Un-British Rule in India. Publications Division, Ministry of Information and Broadcasting, Government of India. http://books.google.com/books?id=oqwCAAAAMAAJ&dq=%22poverty+and+un+british+rule+in+india%22&printsec=frontcover#PPR1,M1.; Commonwealth Publishers, 1988. ISBN 81-900066-2-2

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