Four years have passed since the happy moment when, for the first time, I saw India and looked into the intellectual countenances of her people. That moment was a point of consummation in my life. It fulfilled the dream of childhood, the hope of youth, the prayer of riper years. I know not why it has pleased God, from the beginning of my days, to knit my heart to India. So it has been, and so it is. Four years ago I landed here a stranger to find myself among brethren. The scenes that passed before my eyes were unfamiliar; the voice that welcomed me to a orotherhood of the spirit was the old, sweet voice of love. The Orient was a new world, yet in the companionship of the Oriental Consciousness I felt at home. Your attitude, no less than your spirit, made my way throughout India a path of privilege. Courtesy, patient hearing, the generosity of tolerance were your God-speed to me everywhere. Of obstruction and opposition at your hands, I had no knowledge. You permitted me to speak, withAbout the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the difficult to read text. Read books online for free at www.forgottenbooks.org