mother India was his own breath of life. Jealously he guarded her reputation, faithfully he strove to remove her defects. Where she had fallen, he sought to uplift her: where she had triumphed, he sought to praise her.
I have sat for many days with him on the Royal Commission, and of the many interests of that Commission his personality and methods have been in the forefront. His knowledge, his resource, his nimbleness, his persistence, his authority, have been a source of endless wonder to me. And he will never sign the report.
Sadly I parted from him when he went away, for I knew that the chances were that we should never meet again. May his resting place remain in the affectionate hearts of his people. He would desire no other shrine. May his work inspire those who have to step in and fill the places he has left vacant. He would have prayed for no better resurrection.
The news of the death of Mr. Gokhale had for some time a sense of the approaching end, came to me as a painful shock. Ever since I began to take an interest in Indian affairs in Parliament- now more than twenty years ago- I had looked upon Mr. Gokhale as the representative of what was best and noblest in the life and thought of India, as a sure guide upon Indian matters, and as a most sincere and loyal friend. He was destined to take a leading part in developments throughout a memorable and critical period in the history of the Indian people, and as I look back over the years during which Mr. Gokhale consecrated his life to India one or two outstanding facts dominate the situation.
First, Mr. Gokhale was a man of rare intellectual gifts. His work as a member of the Viceroy's Council disclosed a
