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<b><i>In rising to speak</i></b> I have no fear that you will listen to me with superciliousness, for you have come here to add to ours your enthusiasm, the stimulus of youth, and you cannot but be indulgent. Sympathetic currents pervade the air, bonds of fellowship radiate in all directions, generous souls listen, and so I do not fear for my humble personality, nor do I doubt your kindness. Sincere men yourselves, you seek only sincerity, and from that height, where noble sentiments prevail, you give no heed to sordid trifles. You survey the whole field, you weigh the cause and extend your hand to whomsoever like myself, desires to unite with you in a single thought, in a sole aspiration: the glorification of genius, the grandeur of the fatherland! 
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<img loading="lazy" src="https://cdn.kahimyang.com/resources/dr_jose_rizal.webp"  alt="Dr. Jose P. Rizal" />
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(Dr. Jose P. Rizal)
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<p>
Such is, indeed, the reason for this gathering. In the history of mankind there are names which in themselves signify an achievement-which call up 

reverence and greatness; names which, like magic formulas, invoke agreeable and pleasant ideas; names which come to form a compact, a token of peace, 

a bond of love among the nations. To such belong the names of Luna and Hidalgo: their splendor illuminates two extremes of the globe-the Orient and 

the Occident, Spain and the Philippines. As I utter them, I seem to see two luminous arches that rise from either region to blend there on high, 

impelled by the sympathy of a common origin, and from that height to unite two peoples with eternal bonds; two peoples whom the seas and space vainly 

separate; two peoples among whom do not germinate the seeds of disunion blindly sown by men and their despotism. Luna and Hidalgo are the pride of 

Spain as of the Philippines-though born in the Philippines, they might have been born in Spain, for genius has no country; genius bursts forth 

everywhere; genius is like light and air, the patrimony of all: cosmopolitan as space, as life and God. 
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<p>
The Philippines' patriarchal era is passing, the illustrious deeds of its sons are not circumscribed by the home; the oriental chrysalis is quitting 

its cocoon; the dawn of a broader day is heralded for those regions in brilliant tints and rosy dawn-hues; and that race, lethargic during the night 

of history while the sun was illuminating other continents, begins to wake, urged by the electric' shock produced by contact with the occidental 

peoples, and begs for light, life, and the civilization that once might have been its heritage, thus conforming to the eternal laws of constant 

evolution, of transformation, of recurring phenomena, of progress.
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This you know well and you glory in it. To you is due the beauty of the gems that circle the Philippines' crown; she supplied the stones, Europe the 

polish. We all contemplate proudly: you your work; we the inspiration, the encouragement, the materials furnished. 
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They imbibed there the poetry of nature-nature grand and terrible in her cataclysms, in her transformations, in her conflict of forces; nature sweet, 

peaceful and melancholy in her constant manifestation-unchanging; nature that stamps her seal upon whatsoever she creates or produces. Her sons carry 

it wherever they go. Analyze, if not her characteristics, then her works; and little as you may know that people, you will see her in everything 

moulding its knowledge, as the soul that everywhere presides, as the spring of the mechanism, as the substantial form, as the raw material. It is 

imposible not to show what one feels; it is impossible to be one thing and to do another. Contradictions are apparent only; they are merely paradoxes. 

In El Spoliarium -on that canvas which is not mute-is heard the tumult of the throng, the cry of slaves, the metallic rattle of the armor on the 

corpses, the sobs of orphans, the hum of prayers, with as much force and realism as is heard the crash of the thunder amid the roar of the cataracts, 

or the fearful and frightful rumble of the earthquake. The same nature that conceives such phenomena has also a share in those lines. 
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<a href="https://cdn.kahimyang.com/resources/Hidalgo/Self_portrait_of_Felix_Resurreccion_Hidalgo_m.webp" rel="lightbox" title="Self portrait, Felix Resurreccion Hidalgo, 1901">
<img loading="lazy" border="0" src="https://cdn.kahimyang.com/resources/Hidalgo/Self_portrait_of_Felix_Resurreccion_Hidalgo_t.webp" alt="Self portrait, Felix Resurreccion Hidalgo, 1909"  />
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(Self portrait, Felix Resurreccion Hidalgo, 1901)
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On the other hand, in Hidalgo's work there are revealed feelings of the purest kind; ideal expression of melancholy, beauty, and weakness-victims of 

brute force. And this is because Hidalgo was born beneath the dazzling azure of that sky, to the murmur of the breezes of her seas, in the placidity 

of her lakes, the poetry of her valleys and the majestic harmony of her hills and mountains. So in Luna we find the shades, the contrasts, the fading 

lights, the mysterious and the terrible, like an echo of the dark storms of the tropics, its thunderbolts, and the destructive eruptions of its 

volcanoes. So in Hidalgo we find all is light, color, harmony, feeling, clearness; like the Philippines on moonlit nights, with her horizons that 

invite to meditation and suggest infinity. Yet both of them-although so different-in appearance, at least, are fundamentally one; just as our hearts 

beat in unison in spite of striking differences. Beth, by depicting from their palettes the dazzling rays of the tropical sun, transform them into 

rays of unfading glory with which they invest the fatherland. Both express the spirit of our social, moral and political life; humanity subjected to 

hard trials, humanity unredeemed; reason and aspiration in open fight with prejudice, fanaticism and injustice; because feeling and opinion make their 

way through the thickest walls, because for them all bodies are porous, all are transparent; and if the pen fails them and the printed word does not 

come to their aid, then the palette and the brush not only delight the view but are also eloquent advocates.   If the mother teaches her child her 

language in order to understand its joys, its needs, and its woes; so Spain, like that mother, also teaches her language to Filipinos, in spite of the 

opposition of those purblind pygmies who, sure of the present, are unable to extend their vision into the future, who do not weigh the consequences. 
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Like sickly nurses, corrupted and corrupting, these opponents of progress pervert the heart of the people. They sow among them the seeds of discord, 

to reap later the harvest, a deadly nightshade of future generations. 
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But, away with these woes! Peace to the dead, because they are deadbreath and soul are lacking them; the worms are eating them! Let us not invoke 

their sad remembrance; let us not drag their ghastliness into the midst of our rejoicing! Happily, brothers are more-generosity and nobility are 

innate under the sky of Spain-of this you are all patent proof. You have unanimously responded, you have cooperated, and you would have done more, had 

more been asked. Seated at our festal board and honoring the illustrious sons of the Philippines, you also honor Spain, because, as you are well 

aware, Spain's boundaries are not the Atlantic or the Bay of Biscay or the Mediterranean-a shame would it be for water to place a barrier to her 

greatness, her thought. (Spain is there-there where her beneficent influence i"s exerted; and even though her flag should disappear, there would 

remain her memory-eternal, imperishable. What matters a strip of red and yellow cloth; what matter the guns and cannon; there where a feeling of love, 

of affection, does not flourish-there where there is no fusion of ideas, harmony of opinion? 
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<img loading="lazy" src="https://cdn.kahimyang.com/resources/juan-luna-29.webp"   
alt="Juan Luna"  />
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(Juan Luna)
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<p>
Luna and Hidalgo belong to you as much as to us. You love them, you see in them noble hopes, valuable examples. The Filipino youth of Europealways 

enthusiastic-and some other persons whose hearts remain ever young through the disinterestedness and enthusiasm that characterize their actions, 

tender Luna a crown, a humble tribute-small indeed compared to our enthusiasm-but the most spontaneous and freest of all the tributes yet paid to him. 
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<p>
But the Philippines' gratitude toward her illustrious sons was yet unsatisfied; and desiring to give free rein to the thoughts that seethe her mind, 

to the feelings that overflow her heart, and to the words that escape from her lips, we have all come together here at this banquet to mingle our 

vows, to give shape to that mutual understanding between two races which love and care for  each other, united morally, socially and politically for 

the space of four centuries, so that they may form in the future a single nation in spirit, in duties, in aims, in rights. I drink, then, to our 

artists Luna and Hidalgo, genuine and pure glories of two peoples. I drink to the persons who have given them aid on the painful road of art! 
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In honor of two Filipino painters, Rizal's toast to Luna and Hidalgo