intoxication of Divine Love! So many regard God as a cosmic dictator, sternly judging all sinners, not as the apotheosis of unconditional Divine Love.

These lines, however, are crystal clear to any visitor to India:

My most vivid and happy recollections of India, during a tour of service there from October, 1922, until January 1927, are of long marches during the cold weather with a horsed Battery, the early start, the mid-day camp, the evening stroll with a gun, and a hot meal under the spreading branches of a great tree.

The morning brought back all these memories, and the more so because Baba's operations, small or large, are planned with the utmost attention to detail, and implemented with military precision. The distribution and tasks of the mandali, the allocation of transport, the timing of the various vehicles used, are all worked out carefully in advance, and the mandali responsible for carrying them out are just as tense and anxious as staff officers, devoutly praying that their operation instructions will not produce chaos and bring down on their luckless heads the wrath of the General they serve!

I can honestly say that a greater degree of punctuality was observed throughout this strenuous day, than during the movements of our Battery on the march in 1923 when the Commander was sometimes distressed by a lag of many minutes in breaking camp in the morning!

I was in the first car with Gustadji, who sat in front with the driver, Kishan Singh, and K. N. Nigham, from Hamipur District, sat behind with me. One of the tasks I have set myself is to learn the names of all the different disciples, with their unfamiliar sounds, but the euphony of Kishan Singh, in its joyous association with love and music, made it easy and it was the first I mastered.

Kishan Singh had retired prematurely from the Army Accounts Department of India, the better to serve Baba; and he has a fund of anecdotes about