Towards democracy

398 Towards Democracy

He is a ewettaatired bright intelligent fellow of 21 or so. One of the engineers is decently kind and friendly with him—gives him a knife and one or two little presents ;

But the Cinghalese gives his very soul to the engineer ; and worships his white jacket and overalls as though they were the shining garment of a god.

He cannot rest ; but implores to be taken on the voyage; and weeps bitterly when he learns that the ship must sail without him.

[Ah! weep not, brown-bodied youth wandering lonely by the surf-ridden shore—as you watch your white friend’s vessel gliding into the offing, under the sun and the sun-fringed clouds ;

Out, far out to sea, with your friend whom you will never see again ;

Weep not so heart-brokenly, for even your tears, gentle boy, poured now upon the barren sand are the prophecy of amity that shall be one day between all the races of the earth. ]

And here are two women, both doctors and mature in their profession, whose souls are knit in a curiously deep affection.

They share a practice in a large town, and live in the | same house together, exchanging all that they command, of life and affection and experience ;

And this continues for twenty years—till the death of the elder one—after which the other ceases not to visit her grave, twice every week, till the time of her own last

illness.