January 4.

ECAUSE the city gave him of her gold,

BE

Because the caravans brought turquoises,

Because his life was sheltered by the King,

So that no man should maim him, none should steal,
Or break his rest with babble in the streets

When he was weary after toil, he made
An image of his God in gold and pearl,
With turquoise diadem and human eyes,
A wonder in the sunshine, known afar

And worshipped by the King; but, drunk with pride,
Because the city bowed to him for God,

He wrote above the shrine: " Thus Gods are made,
And whoso makes them otherwise shall die."

And all the city praised him. . . . Then he died.

...

Evarra and His Gods.

Εν

January 5.

VERY man is entitled to his own religious opinions; but no man — - least of all a junior — has a right to thrust these down other men's throats.

E

The Conversion of Aurelian McGoggin.

January 6.

ARNEST, narrow men,

But chiefly earnest, and they 'll do your work,

And end by writing letters to the Times.

One Viceroy Resigns.

TH

January 7.

HE tumult and the shouting dies —
The Captains and the Kings depart -
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,

An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget - lest we forget!

Recessional.

January 8.

PEAKING roughly, you must employ either black

SPEAKI

guards or gentlemen, or, best of all, blackguards commanded by gentlemen, to do butcher's work with efficiency and dispatch.

Drums of the Fore and Aft.

January 9.

HE younger generation does not want instruction, being

The Education of Otis Yeere.

THIS

January 10.

HIS is not a tale exactly. It is a Tract; and I am immensely proud of it. Making a Tract is a Feat. The Conversion of Aurelian McGoggin.

Being a Year-Book of Selections from the Earlier
Works of Mr. Rudyard Kipling

January 11.

HERE was a delightful sense of irresponsibility upon

TH

him, such as they feel who walking among their fellowmen know that the death-sentence of disease is upon them, and, since fear is but waste of the little time left, are riotously happy. The Light that Failed.

HIS

January 12.

IS friends were thankful when he said good-bye, and went out to this mysterious "tea" business near Darjiling. They said: "God bless you, dear boy! Let us never see your face again,"

was given to understand.

E was clever

HE

or at least that was what Phil

Yoked with an Unbeliever.

January 13.

- but his cleverness

brilliantly clever worked the wrong way. Instead of keeping to the study of the vernaculars, he had read some books written by a man called Comte, I think, and a man called Spencer, and a Professor Clifford. [You will find these books in the Library.] They deal with people's insides from the point of view of men who have no stomachs. There was no order against his reading them; but his Mamma should have smacked him. They fermented in his head, and he came out to India with a rarefied religion over and above his work. It was not much of a creed. It only proved that men had no souls, and there was no God and no hereafter, and that you must worry along somehow for the good of Humanity. The Conversion of Aurelian McGoggin.