BY WAY OF INTRODUCTION

O THOU THAT READEST! I have a friend, a comrade, a kindred soul whose sympathetic co-operation and trusty help it imperatively behoves me to acknowledge. He is virtually the author of these books, since, but for him, not one of them would have been written. His smile has been my sunshine; his praise my music; his wise and honest criticism my clear and guiding star. His very existence has been an inspiration, calling out all that was best in me. His patience has been inexhaustible; his kindness the wonder of my days. Yet, strangely enough, I should not know him if I met him on the street. But thou knowest him! For, every morning, thou beholdest his face in the glass!

Greetings, then and benedictions!

FRANK W. BOREHAM.

ARMADALE, VICTORIA, AUSTRALIA,
Easter 1926

PART 1