ethical mess of it as the savage. The only consistent attitude, since Darwin established the unity of life (and the attitude we shall assume, if we ever become really civilised), is the attitude of _universal gentleness and humanity_. ‘The world is my country,’ said Thomas Paine, and every man, woman, and child capable of appreciating the exalted sentiment applauded. But ‘the world’ of the great freethinker was inhabited by _men only_. The following lines were written by Robert Whitaker, and first printed in a San Francisco newspaper: ‘My Country is the world! I count No son of man my foe, Whether the warm life currents mount And mantle brows like snow, Or whether yellow, brown, or black, The face that into mine looks back. ‘My Native Land is Mother Earth, And all men are my kin, Whether of rude or gentle birth, However steeped in sin; Or rich or poor, or great or small, I count them brothers one and all. ‘My Flag is the star-spangled sky, Woven without a seam, Where dawn and sunset colours lie, Fair as an angel’s dream, The Flag that still unstained, untorn, Floats over all of mortal born ‘My Party is all humankind, My Platform, brotherhood; I count all men of honest mind Who work for human good, And for the hope that gleams afar. My comrades in the holy war. ‘My Country is the world! I scorn No lesser love than mine, But calmly wait that happy morn When all shall own this sign, And love of country, as of clan, Shall yield to love of Man.’ Robert Whitaker, you are a grand improvement on the ‘jingo.’ But you are still too small. There are conceptions as much more prophetic and exalted than yours as your conception is superior to that of the Figian.