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EVERY-DAY FELLOWMEN.

There are fen- prophets in the world. ■. • • heroes. I cannot afford to give all my reverence to such rarities; 1 want a great deal of those feelings for my every-day fellowmen, especially for the few in the foreground of the great multitude, whose faces I know, y.-hoso hands I touch, for whom I have to make way with kindly courtesy. I herewith discharge my conscience and declare that I have had quite enthusiastic movements of admiration toward gentlemen who spoke the worst English, who were occasionally fretful in their temper, and who had never moved in a higher sphere of influence than that of parish overseer; and that the way_ in which I have come to the conclusion that human nature js lovable the way I have leamt something of its deep pathos, _ its sublime mysteries—hag been by living a great deal among people more or less commonplace and vulgar, of whom you would perhaps hear nothing very surprising if you were to inquire about them in the neighbourhoods where they dwelt.— George Eliot.

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Star (Christchurch), Issue 19876, 18 February 1920, Page 9

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EVERY-DAY FELLOWMEN. Star (Christchurch), Issue 19876, 18 February 1920, Page 9

EVERY-DAY FELLOWMEN. Star (Christchurch), Issue 19876, 18 February 1920, Page 9