If I go on further, I foresee the sort of mental

dialogue which will pass between my reader and myself. "What," the reader will exclaim, "the first literary link between India and England, between Buddhism and Christendom, written in racy Elizabethan with vivacious dialogue, and something distinctly resembling a plot. Why, you will be trying to make us believe that you have restored to us an English Classic!" "Exactly so," I should be constrained to reply, and lest I be tempted into this temerity, I will even make a stop here.