Ten or twelve feet in front of him was the idol, a small figure in a sitting posture.

It had the pinkish look of a wax doll, but lacked the doll's roundness of limb and approximation to correctness of form and justness of proportion.

Mr.Gandhi explained every thing to us.

He was delegate to the Chicago Fair Congress of Religions.

It was lucidly done, in masterly English, but in time it faded from me, and now I have nothing left of that episode but an impression: a dim idea of a religious belief clothed in subtle intellectual forms, lofty and clean, barren of fleshly grossnesses; and with this another dim impression which connects that intellectual system somehow with that crude image, that inadequate idol -- how, I do not know.