Not to the Andamans! IT IS evidently with a sigh of relief that the Indian Mirror learns the news that Lala Lajpatrai is to be sent not to the Andamans but to Mandalay. It says: - "Soon after his arrest, it was reported widely that Lala Lajpatrai was going to be taken to the Andamans. But instead of being sent to that penal settlement, he has been conveyed as a State prisoner to Mandalay, in Upper Burma where there is a large fort. Mandalay is certainly a far better place than the Andamans." To those like us outside the esoteric circle, - and they by no means form a microscopic minority, - the distinction between the two places, on the present occasion, seems immateria

SUPPLEMENT TO VOLUME 10 THESECRETOFTHEVEDA 1. This draft of "The Origins of Aryan Speech" seems to be an earlier one. It was found in this incomplete form in Sri Aurobindo's manuscripts. 2. "A System of Vedic Psychology" is an incomplete study written probably in the early days at Pondicherry, 1910-14. The Origins of Aryan Speech IN THAT pregnant period of European knowledge when physical Science, turned suddenly towards its full strength was preparing to open for itself the new views, new paths and new instruments of discovery which have led to the astonishing results of the nineteenth century, an opportunity was offere

Lala Lajpatrai We publish elsewhere the last letter we received from Lala Lajpatrai previous to his sudden deportation. Great has been the good fortune of the Punjab leader in being selected as the first and noblest victim on the altar of Motherland. But for our part, we may be pardoned if we indulge a feeling of regret and grief at the sudden parting from a friend. We have not been acquainted with Lajpatrai for very long but even these brief months of acquaintance and increasing friendship have been enough to feel the charm of his personality. There was always in Lajpatrai a singular union of tenderness with strength, of quietness with fervour, a ready sympathy in kindly f

Letters to M. 3 July, 1912 Dear M. Your money (by letter and wire) and clothes reached safely. The French Post Office here has got into the habit (not yet explained) of not delivering your letters till Friday; that was the reason why we wired to you thinking you had, not sent the money that week. I do not know whether this means anything, - formerly we used to get your letters on Tuesday, afterwards it came to Wednesday, then Thursday and finally Friday. It may be a natural evolution of French Republicanism. Or it may be some- thing else. I see no signs of the seals having been tampered with, but that is not an absolutely sure indication of security. The postman may be paid

Letter to "The Hindu" AN Anglo-Indian paper of some notoriety both for its language and views, has recently thought fit to publish a libellous leaderette and subsequently an article openly arraigning me as a director of Anarchist societies, a criminal and an assassin. Neither the assertions nor the opinions of the Madras- Times carry much weight in themselves and I might have passed over the attack in silence. But I have had reason in my political career to suspect that there are police officials on the one side and propagandists of violent revolution on the other hand who would only be too glad to use any authority for bringing in my name as a supporter of Terrorism and assassination. Holding

Medical Department INTRODUCTORY ONE of the peculiarities of administration in India is the extent to which the provision of medical aid for the people rests on the shoulders of the Government. In a healthy community the sphere of Government action outside certain recognised spheres tends always to contract; in one which is feeble or unsound it tends always to expand. Judged from this standpoint there are few if any countries which show such a miserable lack of robustness as India. Normally Government action is limited to the management of only such affairs as cannot be conducted by local or private enterprise either at all or with sufficient efficiency and organise

SONNETS O face that I have loved until no face Beneath the quiet heaven such glory wear, They say you are not beautiful, - no snare Of twilight in the changing mysticness Or deep enhaloed secrecy of hair, Soft largeness in the eyes I dare not kiss! Unreal all your bosom's dreadful bliss. Too narrow are your brows they say to bear The temple of vast beauty in its span Or chaste cold bosom to house fierily Beauty that maddens all the heart of man. I know not, this I know that utterly My soul is by some magic curls surprised, Some glances have my heart immortalised. II I cannot equal those most absolute eyes, Althou

The Ideal of the Karmayogin A NATION is building in India today before the eyes of the world so swiftly, so palpably that all can watch the process and those who have sympathy and intuition distinguish the forces at work, the materials in use, the lines of the divine architecture. This nation is not a new race raw from the workshop of Nature or created by modern circumstances. One of the oldest races and greatest civilisations on this earth, the most indomitable in vitality, the most fecund in greatness, the deepest in life, the most wonderful in potentiality, after taking into itself numerous sources of strength from foreign strains of blood and other type

Beadon Square Speech SJ. Aurobindo Ghose said that when in jail he had been told that the country was demoralised by the repression. He could not believe it then, because his experience of the movement had been very different. He had always found that when Swadeshi was flagging or the Boycott beginning to relax, it only needed an act of repression on the part of the authorities to give it redoubled vigour. It seemed to him then impossible that the deportations would have a different effect. When nine of the most active and devoted workers for the country had been suddenly hurried away from their homes without any fault on their part, without the Government being able

The Past and the Future OUR contemporary, the Statesman, notices in an unusually self-restrained article the recent brochure republished by Dr. A. K. Coomaraswamy from the Modern Review under the title, "The Message of the East". We have not the work before us but, from our memory of the articles and our knowledge of our distinguished countryman's views, we do not think the Statesman has quite caught the spirit of the writer. Dr. Coomaraswamy is above all a lover of art and beauty and the ancient thought and greatness of India, but he is also, and as a result of this deep love and appreciation, an ardent Nationalist. Writing as an artist, he calls attention to th