and we find that the chains have us in their
grip.

t4 Prisoner, tell me, who was it that bound you ? "

ti It was my master/* said the prisoner. " I
thought I could outdo everybody in the world in
wealth and power, and I amassed in my own
treasure-house the money due to my king. When
sleep overcame me I lay upon the bed that was for
my lord, and on waking up I found I was a prisoner
in my own treasure-house."

</ Prisoner, tell me who was it that wrought
this unbreakable chain ? "

'* It was I," said the prisoner, " who forged
this chain very carefully. I thought my invincible
power would hold the world captive leaving me in a
freedom undisturbed. Thus night and day I worked
at the chain with huge fires and cruel, hard strokes.
When at last the work was done and the links were
complete and unbreakable, I found that it held me
in its grip."

But the turning-point has come. An uphill
journey begins, u uphill all the -way right to
the very end ". Never mind, on the road
there are flowers to be gathered, for we have
sown several flowers as well as several weeds,
and the flowers have helped us to climb where
we find ourselves to-day. We have sown pain,
but we have sown joy as well, and the very
moment we wake up to realise the law of cause
and effect we start on a new road. For, once we