SELF-CRITICISM 
from 
CONCEPCIONE’S DIARY. 
“He was a Greek who first dared raise his eyes , 
And launch his threatening challenge to the skies ; 
Nor could the Gods deter, nor thunder's roar, 
Nor ruthless lightning the aspirant awe; 
Rather, to his keen mind, fresh impulse lent 
Discovered mysteries to supplement, 
So that he fain would burst the hindering door, 
And wrest from Nature Truth's sublimest lore ” 
(Translation from the Latin of Lucretius (M. B.) 
Y well beloved diary again,—the place Eugenika,— 
m I ■ the time of year, the spring,—a glad environment 
J M ^ of nature’s wonder-work—the spirit of new life in 
all the myriad material things that nature’s lavish 
hand has richly spread throughout these mountain solitudes. 
It seems but yesterday since last we said, “Auf Wiedersehen” 
—until we meet again—to all the blithsome company assembled 
here last year, and now again “The Master’s “hearty welcome is 
ringing in my ears—already “The Mother’s sweet solicitude sur¬ 
rounds me with its constant care. It feels like coming home 
again. 
Tired but elated, after a much travelled day, I rest in com¬ 
fort in an old accustomed place—the Great Hall of Eugenika— 
its trophies, rustic beams and frescoes flooded, as the twilight 
falls, with wealth of colour and the radiant glow of burning logs 
which roar and crackle in the great wide hearth, shedding a rich 
pine-scented warmth congenial at this sunset hour, for the out¬ 
side air is chill, despite the gallant efforts of the orb to chase 
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