vestigation hath approved and confirmed these
calumnies of my brother and ill-wishers and submitted them to the presence
of His Majesty the Sovereign. Now at this moment a fierce storm is raging
around this prisoner who awaiteth, be it favorable or unfavorable, the
gracious will of His Majesty, may the Lord aid him by His grace to be
just. In whatsoever condition he may be, with absolute calm and quietness,
'Abdu'l-Baha is ready for self-sacrifice and is wholly resigned and
submitted to His Will. What transgression can be more abominable, more
odious, more wicked than this!

In like manner, the focal Center of Hate, hath purposed to put
'Abdu'l-Baha to death and this is supported by the testimony written by
Mirza _Sh_u'a'u'llah himself and is here enclosed. It is evident and
indisputable that they are privily and with the utmost subtlety engaged in
conspiring against me. The following are his very words written by him in
this letter:--"I curse at every moment him that hath kindled this discord,
imprecate in these words 'Lord! have no mercy upon him' and I hope ere
long God will make manifest the one that shall have no pity on him, who
now weareth another garb and about whom I cannot any more explain."
Reference he doth make by these words to the sacred verse that beginneth
as follows:--"He that layeth a claim ere the passing of a thousand
years..." Reflect! How intent they are upon the death of 'Abdu'l-Baha!
Ponder in your hearts upon the phrase "I cannot any more explain" and
realize what schemes they are devising for this purpose. They fear lest,
too fully explained, the letter might fall into alien hands and their
schemes be foiled and frustrated. The phrase is only foretelling good
tidings to come, namely that regarding this all requisite arrangements
have been made.

O God, my God! Thou seest this wronged servant of Thine, held fast in the
talons of ferocious lions, of ravening wolves, of bloodthirsty beasts.
Graciously assist me, through my love for Thee, that I may drink deep of
the chalice that brimmeth over with faithfulness to Thee and is filled
with Thy bountiful Grace; so that, fallen upon the dust, I may sink
prostrate and senseless whilst my vesture is dyed crimson with my blood.
This is my wish, my heart's desire, my hope, my pride, my glory. Grant, O
Lord my God, and my Refuge, that in my last hour, my end may even as musk
shed its fragrance of glory! Is there a bounty greater than this? Nay, by
Thy Glo