and preaching the gospel of nationalism to the educated public. A philanthropist to the core of his heart, he still held
He who loves his country most
Is the truest cosmopolite.
Mr. Townshend of the Spectator or Rudyard Kipling would probably paint the finger of scorn at his actions as another case of educated Indians ‘going fantee,’— as the negroes of West Africa do, when they suddenly discard civilised dress and ways and revert to their ancestral barbarism with unmixed glee. But in our eyes there is no nobler feature in the career of Raj Narain than his passionate lifelong endeavour to diffuse among his less fortunate brethren the new thoughts and new spirit which he had got from his English teachers,—to raise the entire Indian community to his own level, instead of abjuring their society and joining the “Ingo-Bangas” who tried to pass themselves off as Englishmen and succeeded only in being mistaken for thirdrate Eurasians. Raj Narain’s everpresent thought was ‘I am one of the people. How can I make them realise our national one—
