o maintain itself intact from outward force; the Republic of Plato stood armed ready for defensive war, and the New Atlantis and the Utopia of More in theory, like

utside your boundary lines the epidemic, the breeding barbarian or the economic power, will gather its strength to overcome you. The swift march of invention is all for the invader. Now, perhaps you might still guard a rocky coast or a narrow pass; but what of that near to-morrow when the flying machine soars overhead, f

orellyste no longer avails. We need a planet. Lord Erskine, the author of a Utopia ("Armata") that might have been inspired by Mr. Hewins, was the first of all Utopist

- though they are incredible billions of miles nearer - make just the faintest speck of light. About it go planets, even as our planets, but weaving a different fate, and in its place among them is Utopia, with its sister mate, the Moon. It is a planet like our planet, the same continents, the same islands, the s

and turned about to find his inn aga

s arm - so long as it is not painted that abominable popular Swiss apple green - I would make it no occasion for quarrel! We have tramped and botanised and come to a rest, and, sitting among rocks, we have eaten our lunch and finished our bottle of Yvorne, and fallen into a talk of Utopias, and said such things as I have been saying. I could figure it myself upon that little neck of the Lucendro Pass, upon the shoulder of the Piz Lucendro, for there once I lunche

nkling of an eye we ar

his educated observation, might almost see as much, and the train, perhaps, would be gone out of the picture, and the embanked straightness of the Ticino in the Ambri-Piotta

at back to Airolo. "It's queer," he would say quite idly, "

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t - with a queer

y an odd-looking affair. . . . And

had changed - but how, we should not have marked them well enough to know. It would be indefinabl

we should get up and stretch ourselves, and, still a little puzzled, turn our faces towards the path that clambers down over the tumbled

cabin in the nape of the pass - it would be gone or wonderfully changed - from the very goats upon the rock

n a man - no Swiss - dressed in unfamiliar clothing a