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And Tagore has repeated the same handful—are we even a handful?inspired words, for on this proud who believe in it. And even if I were principle Tagore and Gandhi agree. the only one to believe in it, what
"Our object,” Gandhi has said, “is would it matter! The true characterfriendship with the whole world. istic of faith is not to deny the hostility Non-violence has come to men, and it of the world, but to recognize it and to will remain. It is the annunciation of believe in spite of it! Faith is a peace on earth.”
battle. And our non-violence is the The peace of the world is far off. most desperate battle. The way to We have no illusions. We have seen, peace is not through weakness. We abundantly, during the course of half do not fight violence so much as a century, the hypocrisy, the coward- weakness. Nothing is worth while ice, and the cruelty of mankind. But unless it is strong, neither good nor this does not prevent us from loving evil. Absolute evil is better than mankind. For even among the worst emasculated goodness. Moaning pacthere is a nescio quid Dei. We know ifism is the death-knell of peace; it is the material ties that weigh on cowardice and lack of faith. Let those twentieth-century Europe, the crush- who do not believe, or who fear, ing determinism of economic condi- withdraw! The way to peace leads tions which hem it in; we know that through self-sacrifice. centuries of passions and systematized This is Gandhi's message. The error have built a crust about our souls only thing lacking is the cross. Every which the light cannot pierce. But we one knows that had it not been for the also know what miracles the spirit can Jews, Rome would not have given it work.
to Christ. The British Empire is no Historians, we have seen its glory better than ancient Rome. The imbrighten skies even darker than our petus has been given. The soul of own. We, who live but a day, have Oriental peoples has been moved in caught in India the sound of the its deepest fibers, and its vibrations tambour of Civa, “the Master Dancer are felt the whole world over. who veils his devouring eye and guards The great religious apparitions of his steps to save the world from plunging the Orient are ruled by a rhythm. into the abyss."
One thing is certain, either Gandhi's The Realpolitiker of violence, spirit will triumph, or it will manifest whether revolutionary or reactionary, itself again, as were manifested, cenridicule our faith, and reveal thereby turies before, the Messiah and Buddha, their ignorance of deep reality. Let till there finally is manifested, in a them jeer! I have this faith. I know mortal half-god, the perfect incarnait is scorned and persecuted in Europe, tion of the principle of life which will and that in my own land we are but a lead a new humanity on to a new path.
(The end of "Mahatma Gandhi.")
Zeb Kinney on Professors
BY WILBERT SNOW
I don't know why I asked him what he thought
Extent of relaxation on the ledge,
At some type-written papers once up-stairs,
They don't go out enough and let the sun
Here comes one now through Amariah's field
Uncle Sam and the Statue of Liberty
BY RALPH BARTON PERRY
NEW age is undoubtedly dawn- struggle, we and all other nations ing. Perhaps, toward evening, would thenceforth think world-widely.
when the day's work is behind Perhaps. We who cannot live without us, we shall find it in our hearts to say: these hopes find ourselves a little sick
at heart because we must defer them. "Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
It is not blissful or heavenly to say But to be young was very heaven!"
"perhaps" when we had counted on To be perfectly candid, there is nothing saying “Eureka,” or to resume the very rapturous about it at the moment. battle-cry after rehearsing the pæan of It is heaven for those who are so victory. young that they are blissfully ignorant After a war waged against the exor blissfully irresponsible, but for those cesses of nationalism we wake up to of us who are old enough to remember find the world apparently more natheir past hopes and yet young enough tionalistic than ever. Old nationalto hope again, it is on the whole an isms have been intensified, and new uncomfortable awakening. It is dawn nationalisms have been created. The by the clock, but it is ominously dark war was fought by old nations that without. We do not feel refreshed, became superheated in the act of but a bit stiff and tired. There is a fighting it, and have not as yet rebad taste in our mouths. The noise covered their normal temperature; of the milkman is blended with the and it gave birth to new nations that lingering echoes of a nightmare. are normally superheated. The na
The new age is thus far not all that tionalistic revival in old nations is in we had hoped. We hoped that be- part an afterglow of belligerency, but cause capital and labor fraternized at it is at the same time a reaction Plattsburg, they would walk arm in against the war. The end of the war arm down the corridors of time; and caught them in unnatural postures, perhaps they will. We hoped that
We hoped that and their first impulse was to recover because they were allies in a righteous their balance. The very novelty of cause, the English, the French, the the new age following the confusion of Italians, and the Americans would the war has led to a sort of giddiness thenceforth live in perfect understand- and loss of orientation. ing and love. Perhaps they will. The present cult of Americanism is We hoped that enduring peace would thus a blend of militancy and selfresult from unendurable war, and that examination. Having recently been having participated in a world-wide at war and having tasted success, we