The Prime Minister of the Maharaja of Mysore was more than kind to me during my visit in the south of India, where I visited the leaders and rulers of several States. The Maharaja of Mysore is one of the greatest of India's princes. He received Bahá’í books with appreciation and extended an invitation to return. When I left the palace I called upon a professor at the college and learned to my surprise that he had once been on the verge of accepting Bahá’u’lláh as the Manifestation of God to the world today, but owing to reports from Persia that the Bahá’í Revelation had entirely died out of the world of existence he had given up the idea of further study. He then inquired as to whether a friend whom he had met twenty years ago in New York was still interested in the Movement, as he had thought it was a fad with this lady.

Promptly I related to him briefly a few stories of the progress of the Bahá’í Cause, its succession of spiritual victories, its world-wide scope. Particularly did I emphasize the superb loyalty of its devotees, their cheerful perseverance and patient struggling to see the New Day of God established on this earth as prophesied by the Divine Messengers. Was I not thinking of the words of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá regarding the “steady progress and universal dimensions of the Cause,” for He hath said, “On account of being a Divine Movement it grew and developed with irresistible spiritual power until in this day wherever you travel east or west and in whatever country you journey you will meet Bahá’í Assemblies and institutions.”

My friend’s immediate response showed a depth of feeling as he requested me to send him the same kind of book I had given the Maharaja, declaring his loyalty to Bahá’u’lláh in future and his desire to help spread the glad-tidings among his countrymen. Last week I received a most joyous letter from this recently morbid man, thanking me in the name of Bahá’u’lláh for the photograph in the little ivory frame of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, saying he kept it before him always, and each day was begun through the inspiration of that wonderful face.

The seeds of the patient work of Mrs. J. Stannard, a Bahá’í teacher, who so faithfully carried on the teaching work in Calcutta, are now bearing fruit. One prominent man, who for months had been suffering from depression and apathy, came suddenly to life after I once again related the story of the progress of the Cause, how it had spread without any propaganda, but entirely through the dynamic spiritual power of the Cause itself, and the efforts of its devoted followers. This man who had been ill and unable to walk even about his own home, arose at the conclusion of our conference (which lasted two hours when I had planned it for thirty minutes) and walked to the stairway with us (two distinguished Bahá’ís had accompanied me). Also before we left a series of Bahá’í meetings were arranged to be held in his spacious attractive home. Thus doth the power of the Spirit of God manifest in hearts suddenly awakened to its all-embracing potency.