is written.

I was only six years old--in the English language--many miles away from
any literary assistance, and fifty miles from the Boston Public Library,
where I could derive many testimonies and opinions of undisputable
authorities to strengthen my religious opinions and actions, which are
tested in the most practical way by all conditions and under all
circumstances, from the ostentatious pomp of a high priest to a loving,
lowly worker in the slums of Chicago.

The place, where this book is written, is a farm situated in the
picturesque county of Worcester, and it might rightfully have attributed
to the effect of the inspiring natural surroundings in this farm that I
was enabled to master my views in framing them according to the
linguistic requirements of the American reader, using the every day
language for the historical part of my subject; and maintaining the more
classical expression for the men with the tendencies to argue, just to
make a show of their higher knowledge, thus trying to excuse themselves
for not submitting all their powers to the Will of God.

It has been said, all misery comes to the human race mainly from two
causes; firstly, through misconduct: and secondly, through misfortune:
therefore; since there is the self-evident truth, in the axiom, that,
when the cause is diagnosed, the remedy is near at hand, let us work
unitedly to remove the cause of all misery, be it in the Greek people,
or Jewish, or Gentiles, and by the light of the Gospel's truth, let us
put forth all our efforts, while here on earth, in establishing
happiness and good will to all men.

REV. MELETIOS GOLDEN.

NORTH RUTLAND, Mass., 1910.

CHAPTER I

_Farewell_

It was the year 1903, on a very beautiful day, one of those April days,
that are well known and appreciated by those who have been fortunate
enough to travel around the purple bathed Mediterranean coast, that his
royal highness, the prince of Greece, Andreas, went abroad to meet his
sweetheart, who afterwards became his wife and princess of Greece. It
was a confidential royal talk, the betrothal of Prince Andreas, but for
the newspaper man, who learns everything, and he can keep a confidential
talk as much as Mrs. Green did when she promised to her husband to keep
all to herself that confidential talk they had one night, and the first
thing in the morning speaking to Mrs. Jones over the fe