Modern Review December 1927

Roe wrote much about India highly lauding the country the people whom he represented as comparing favorably with the people of Europe the remarkable architecture of the land and other forms of high art the wealth of the upper classes the sphindor of the. [...] FOR DECEMBER 1927 The sleepless fun Moon in the silent night Myatt on the sea of sleep ; 7 The constant breath of the wind the opening morn The mingling of green and gold ; The wide-lying melancholy noon ; The deep dense forest-shade ; Far as the eye can reach the ears of corn Filling the apron of the earth — From the heart of the world to mine own heart Flows the current of life. [...] S Ineffable thoughts fill the heart The tears rise to the eyes ; My grief and separation melting dripping Bedew the breast of the universe; In the midst of the halcyon peace of Nature My life loses itself ; The dust-laden stream of sin and sorrow Mingles with the great heart of the? [...] But when uncontrolled by sympathy they are carried to the extreme which we see in so many Englishmen and Scotchmen in India and all the colonial possessions of Great Britain and take the forms of haughty assumption of race and color superiority of almost brutal discourtesy and of e'illingness to trample on the feelings and rights of their assumed inferiors then they are not good ; on the cont [...] The fact is (the world is not allowed to know it but the people of India Arnow it to their sorrow) the ignorance concerning India of the ordinary Englishman wLo comes there to manage the vast intricate and immensely important affairs of the Indian nation would be in the highest degree ludicrous if it were not shocking.