The teachings of all these I found ethically akin so that I could say with Matthew Arnold, one I was so proud to call friend: "Children of men! the unseen Power, whose eye For ever doth accompany mankind Hath looked on no religion scornfully That men did ever find.
Which has not taught weak wills how much they can?
Which has not fall'n in the dry heart like rain?
Which has not cried to sunk, self-weary man, _Thou must be born again_." "The Light of Asia," by Edwin Arnold, came out at this time and gave me greater delight than any similar poetical work I had recently read.
I had just been in India and the book took me there again.

My appreciation of it reached the author's ears and later having made his acquaintance in London, he presented me with the original manuscript of the book.

It is one of my most precious treasures.

Every person who can, even at a sacrifice, make the voyage around the world should do so.

All other travel compared to it seems incomplete, gives us merely vague impressions of parts of the whole.