THE MUDALIYAR HEWAVITARNE. Among the picturesque figures seen at the non-Christian delegation to the Religious Parliament of 1893, the Anagarika Dharmapala was one of the most striking personalities, and many of our readers have met him repeatedly and heard him lecture. He is at present in Colombo, Ceylon, and the latest news from him brings the information of his father's death. Mudaliyar Don Carolis Hewavitarne was one of the wealthiest Singalese business men, who started life in poverty but overcame all difficulties by his ability as well as his honesty in business dealings. Mr. Don Carolis, as 」 he was first called, came to Colombo from his native town Matara, (where his brother was High Priest of the temple) at the early stage of eighteen years. With his limited means he started a commission business in a small way, supplying eatables and other merchandise to the people of Kandy and neighboring districts. He acted at the same time as an express agent for forwarding goods along the line of his business. He soon acquired the reputation of a reliable man, which formed the basis of a new enterprise in building up a furniture business. The beginning of his new venture was hard for he had many rivals, but most of them failed, and he succeeded not only in maintaining himself, but also in making his firm the best known all over the whole island. He started a manufactory of his own, improving the traditional methods of manufacture, invented new designs, and established business connections first with the Straits, then with Japan, and finally with Great Britain and the United States. In time he amassed a fortune which made him one of the wealthiest business men of the island. A predominant feature of the late Mudaliyar's life was his devotion to his faith. He was a staunch Buddhist, and the founder of the Maligakande Vidyodya College. It was on his invitation that High Priest Sumangala came down and settled at Maligakande, taking sole charge of the institution. He was, moreover, a large-hearted, open-handed man. His left hand knew not what his right hand gave, but he was ever giving. The poor, the sick and the needy found in him a ready and a cheerful benefactor. His munificence, in spite of himself, eventually came to the notice of the Government, and he was honored with the rank of Mudaliyar an honor he richly deserved. The Anagarika Dharmapala is his eldest son. His second and third sons, Simon and Edmund Hewavitarne, are in charge of the business built up so laboriously by their father, the traditions of which they creditably maintain: while the youngest son, Dr. Hewavitarne, has just returned from Europe and set up in private practice. The Mudaliyar was cremated, according to Buddhist rites, in the presence of 150 yellow-robed Buddhist monks, among them being the Right Rev. Jinavaravansa, briefly called the Prince Priest, who is a brother of the King of Siam, and renounced the world for the sake of devoting himself to a religious life. THE REFLECTIONS OF A JAPANESE SUICIDE.* I am done. I have lived these one and twenty years in this world and among all my acquaintances I have found friends but one or two who see the meaning of my words and sympathize with the anguish of my soul. I have sought to know the secret of existence, to solve the riddle of life and discover my destiny. Among the philosophers I find only discontent and discordant opinions. The teachers who have pretended to guide me are unanchored buoys; their voices are but fog horns sounding only in clear weather, * The young man to which I have reference committed suicide some two years or so ago by throwing himself over the falls at Nikko. His reasons for so doing were mentioned in a farewell letter which he composed. It was brief but contained the gist of what I have in my sketch. The facts appeared in the English and Japanese newspapers of the day. Any one who read these accounts will recognize the allusions at once. I do not wish to claim too much for what I write as I am relying entirely on memory. I have visited the shrines of my native land in days gone by; I have listened with open-mouthed wonder and reverence to the tales of ancient heroes told me by my aged parents. But these are all fables; I believe in them no more. They have failed me. I am a lone wanderer. I am in despair. I once thought that before my mind would unroll the panorama of the universe, if only I should search for the highest view-point. But I see only a short way before me and that dimly. From the dusty bones of past generations arises a stifling pestilential odor which all but overcomes me. I know I have turned my back on my native land but what else should I do, since I am undone. I thought to see a world of beauty and what did my eyes fall upon? Blasts, frosts, conflagrations, thefts, murders, hangmen, vultures and hell. Is life for forty or more years thus to be? But there is one Nature tells me in hollow, tantalizing tones, Yes. stronger who hurls back with the spirit of Yamato-Nay. to be imprisoned with such as these. I once thought a life full of achievement was within my reach. But they say fate is over me; that I can gain no help in prayer, that the gods of my native land are dead. What days are these on which I have fallen? I will not be the sport of blind forces. I can conquer them even though it be in death. There are sights that might gladden my eyes, but they are denied me. They are reserved for craven-hearted souls who are content to tread the common thoroughfares of men. There are battles to be won but by those who are poisoned by human ambition and care not for the soul of things. Such are most men. I was not born for such low existence as this. My soul is preparing for a loftier flight; meanwhile its spreading wings are stained with blood as they hopelessly beat on the prison-house of this human existence. I cannot bide my time. I know not what lies beyond. The grave is dark, clammy and cold, cheerless and hopeless; yet 'tis no worse than here. Perchance beyond the grave I may descry another land. Or maybe my soul freed from fleshly fetters will launch forth on a sea of eternal light and merge into the great All. I know not. Maybe the pause of my heart-beat will terminate all. If so I complain not. I see no way. Yet I must have relief. I can compel this world to give me one boon whether it will or not. This boon I now appropriate. Therefore to all I say farewell. Ye men of fleshly souls, I am not one of you. I bid you farewell. BOOK REVIEWS AND NOTES. COURSES OF STUDY. Edited by John M. Robertson. London: Watts, 1904. This book adds one more to the constantly increasing number of books about books, but among the literary guide posts this fills an important place of its own. Its aim is not to provide bibliographies, or specifications of the best books, but to assist private students to acquire knowledge in any or all branches of liberal culture. In compiling the courses the editor has had very generous aid from specialists in the various branches. The book was prepared under the auspices of the Rational Press Association of London, and it seemed to the editor that a systematic compilation 1 covering most fields of study with a view to the wants of non-specialists, would be of service to average culture. Each chapter mentions the leading works about its particular subject with descriptive or definitive comment about each. The student is further guided by the fact that the books best adapted to readers of little leisure, or specially recommended to beginners are indicated by a prominent black type, and works of more elaborate character and standard rank by ordinary type spaced out. Sometimes further guidance is given by warnings against untrustworthy works. The selection is made with special reference to the need of the English reading public, but in every line the best authorities of France and Germany are given due prominence. The value of this compendium is still further enhanced by two very complete indices, one of which contains a list of the authors cited, and one enumerating the subjects in detail. While these Courses of Study can in no sense replace the library to the enquiring student, the book may go far to take the place of the service of the helpful librarian in suggesting lines of work to be pursued. Major General Forlong, who died March, 1904, left a voluminous work in the hands of his executors to be published under the name, Faiths of Man, a Cyclopædia of Religions. The General was a Fellow of the Royal Society, and well known in literary circles of England. He utilized his whole stay in India for a careful study of ancient India, and especially its religious traditions, and when he retired from active service he devoted his entire time to a comparative study of religions. He was a great reader and in company with his wife sifted from his readings all passages of interest in the different phases of religious thought, symbols, rituals, monuments, etc. His entire home was devoted to this work. A large round table in his study was covered with systematically arranged extracts ready to be incorporated in book form, and he left his work in good condition, ready for publication, and a legacy of two thousand pounds for the execution of his literary labors. All arrangements are in the hands of his wife who had been his faithful companion to the very end, and who is to be assisted by two trustees, and it is confidently to be expected that the work will be of great interest to all scholars of religion. Bernard Quaritch of London will be the publisher. THE WORLD'S CAREER, OR A JOURNEY WITH THE WORLD. By Joseph Harter. Tiffin, Ohio. 1903. Pp. 151. Price, $1.00. Mr. Joseph Harter, a stone cutter of Tiffin, Ohio, who has reached the prescribed three score years and ten, has published this little book as an attempt to summarize former scientific theories in regard to the life history of the world, with additions of his own original interpretation as suggestions, in which he hopes the thoughtful reader will find the "seed that sprouts action." Mr. Harter does not agree with what he calls the "imaginary plan," which scientists have termed the nebular hypothesis. Instead, he considers the sun's relation to the planets as that of a brooding hen, and carries out the analogy of the egg so far as to imply that the ice fields at the poles may be part of the original shell of the world-egg. The author is a native of Baden, Germany, and spent the first eighteen years of his life there. It is plainly evident in this work that he is not a literary man, and is not accustomed to writing for the public. For this reason there is danger that professional critics noting lapses in accepted grammatical and rhetorical rules may lay the book aside without the consideration which. at least, the author's sincere attention and original thought would deserve. LES PRIX NOBEL EN 1902. Stockholm: Norstedt. 1905. Pp. 88-10. Under the direction of the institutions that award the Nobel Prizes, the Royal Press of Stockholm has issued a very fine book giving account of the ceremonies of the distribution in 1902. Biographical sketches of the recipients with excellent portraits and cuts of the medals and diplomas are followed by the papers read by each recipient, according to the recommendation of the founder, on the subject for which he was awarded the prize. Each address is given in the language of the speaker although those in Scandinavian are also to be found in German translation. SONGS OF AMERICA AND OTHER POEMS. By Edna Dean Proctor. Boston: Houghton, Mifflin & Co. 1905. Pp. 123. The character of this latest collection of Miss Proctor's verse is clearly indicated by the title, since much the larger portion of the book is devoted to subjects dealing with American history and legend. Some were specially written for a definite occasion as "Columbia's Banner," which was one number of the official program of the National Public School Celebration on Columbus Day in 1892; also "Crowning Vermont"; and the "The Hills are Home," which was written in celebration of the author's native state, closing with the stanza: "Forget New Hampshire? Let Kearsarge forget the sun; Others deal with Indian myths and tales of the red man's heroism and privation, and two sing the praises of "The Republic's emblem, the bounteous, golden Corn!" "The Captive's Hymn" tells of an incident at the close of the French and Indian War. There are notes in the back which explain all references to historical incidents or Indian legend, thus adding value to the poems which in themselves are worthy representatives of Miss Proctor's genius. Some, too, of the "Other Poems" sing of national celebrities, though most of them deal with more universal themes. As an instance we quote entire "The Heavenly Way" which is written on the text from Plato's Republic, "Wherefore my counsel is that we hold fast to the heavenly way." "The heavenly way! The narrow path that leads |