The hero of the Filipinos : $b The story of José Rizal, poet, patriot and martyrRussell, Charles Edward
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The hero of the Filipinos : $b The story of José Rizal, poet, patriot and martyr
Russell, Charles Edward
Rizal, José, 1861-1896
At Madrid, one of his intimates from the Islands was Teodoro Sandiko,
later to be a leader among his people and an honored member of the
Philippine Senate. In a letter recalling their association, Senator
Sandiko once wrote: [143]
Rizal was fond of physical exercise and so was I. We practised
fencing together and soon became good and close friends.
He was simple in his manners, but profound in his studies and
researches, analytical in his mental processes, reflective rather
than sentimental. He was extremely methodical and industrious; I
never saw him idle. He had great confidence in himself, was firm in
his faith, resourceful in the solving of a difficult situation,
swift and sure in his decisions. His habit was to answer without
hesitation and succinctly any question that might be put to him; he
had never to hunt for an idea or a word. He was the most loyal of
friends; anything he possessed was at his friend’s disposal. He was
courteous, affectionate, affable, sincere, but rather serious. His
mental state may be judged from the mass of material he contributed
to “La Solidaridad,” so varied, so forceful and so carefully
prepared.
Wherever he went, he seemed without effort to make friends of all men
that came near him. Set down in a steamer full of strangers, he would
be noted at once by every passenger and before dinner was served would
be on good terms with most of the persons on board, crew included. Yet,
strange to say, he seldom smiled, usually seemed distrait in the midst
of others’ mirth, and was sometimes lost in gloomy musing, when he
seemed all unaware of his surroundings. In the opinion of his friends,
he had almost no self-consciousness; certainly, all his life he hated
affectations and never lost a chance to scorch them with his terrible
sarcasm; for this man of the world, ordinarily so suave and courteous
that he won good will even among his enemies, had certain reserve funds
of censuring speech he could make as bitter as gall. Whether he sat,
walked, stood, talked, or listened he was always natural, always
composed, and always the sure master of himself. When he went through
the United States he noticed that the men there conversed without
gesticulating, contrary to the practice of the Spaniards and most
Europeans. On reflection he deemed the practice to lend strength to
utterance and thereafter made it a rule to keep his hands still while
he talked.
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