YOUR FATHERLAND. Leave all this talk of your fatherland, of your religion, and of your own province. It is your soul that you must take care of. Your fatherland is the earth, the universe, the stars, the air; it is the Infinite in your own heart. I am no more a modem man than an ancient, no more French than Chinese. I am the brother in God of every living thing in this great lodginghouse we call the universe.—Flaubert. WHEN ALL IS O’ER. One month will go after another till at last this journey is over, and wa look back on it gratefully for the many pleasures it has given us. grateful for the company of so many friends whom we met, grateful also for the struggles which we had to go through and which will appear so small, and so little worth our tears and anguish, when all is over and the last station and resting-place reached in safety.—Max Muller.
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 18009, 20 November 1926, Page 9
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