I remember of reading an incident that, somewhat hardened as I am, brought tears to my eyes. A little girl, the daughter of a poor woman, going up to the coffin of her mother took hold of one of the cold hands saying: “This hand never struck me.” It was a simple childish saying and I don’t know why it should have affected me so. What better epitaph could one have than that made by a crowd of poor around a coffin pointing to the lifeless hands saying, “Those hands were always ready to help us.” “Not he that repeateth the name, but he that doeth the will,” is worth remembering. “As long as thou doest well unto thyself, men will speak well of thee” is a worldly maxim, but a heavenly one might be added: “When thou doest well unto others then God will regard thee with favor.” But I am moralizing again. As I said, all during my life I had been giving assistance especially to the Eurasians, but these favors were desultory, scattered like the floss from the ripe pods of the semul tree, blown no one knows whither. The angel above, no doubt has a record of them, and I in the consciousness in having tried to do good, and so far it was well, but I wanted to see some tangible results. There was a large number of these people in the station. Only a few of them had employment. The rest were like sheep without a shepherd, or rather, to use a truer expression, they were like mongrel pariah dogs, owned by no one and kicked by every one, and like such dogs getting a living by picking up any stray bones they could find. They were not inside anywhere. At the sports, races or any festivity they hung around the outskirts. If they went to church they were seated in the tail end of it and got only the drippings of the sanctuary. Only a few ever went to church. They felt they were not wanted even in the so-called House of God. Is it any wonder that they lost all ambition, all energy, lacking faith in everything good and noble, despised and cursed their own abject condition and helplessness? Tell a boy constantly that he is going to the dogs or devil and the chances are that he will make your words become true. The devil comes when he hears his name often called. The seeds of ill once planted will grow and come to maturity no one knows when, where or how. These people slunk away to their dens, where they lived in idleness and squalor and became acclimatized to evil. Not all of them I am glad to say, but too many of them I am sorry to admit. Some of them indulged in vice of the most degrading kind. Their worst enemy was the cheap liquor, provided for them by a benevolent Government, and every one who has visited this class of people in their huts, not houses, knows what the curse of drunkenness is to them.