LETTERS FROM ABROAD
the larger world. Do you not feel yourself, that you have had your second birth among us? And with this second birth, you have found your true place in the heart of humanity.
It is a beautiful town, this Strasbourg—and to-day the morning light is beautiful. The sunshine has mingled with my blood and tinged my thoughts with its gold, and I feel ready to sing,—
"Brothers, let us squander this morning with futile songs."
This is a delightful room where I am sitting now, with its windows looking over the fringe of the Black Forest. Our hostess is a charming lady, with a fascinating little baby, whose plump fingers love-to explore the mystery of my eye-glasses.
We have a number of Indian students in this place, among whom is Lala Harkishen Lal’s son, who asks me to send you his respectful regards. He is a fine young man, frank and cheerful, loved by his teachers.
We have missed this week’s letters which are now evidently lost beyond recovery. It is difficult for me to forgive the Mediterranean for doing me this disservice! The present week’s mail is due, and if Thos. Cook and Son are prompt about it we shall find our letters to-day!
GENEVA, May 2, 1921.
It made me very anxious to hear that you fell ill after your strenuous work in Howrah. There is oge
