set in order some facts, incidents, and lessons gathered from a
hasty trip to the old country during the summer of 1899. The journey was
made in company with Rev. C.F. Juvinall, for four years my room-mate
and fellow-student, and my estimable friend. On Wednesday, June 21st, we
sailed from Boston Harbor; reached Liverpool, England, Saturday morning
the 1st of July; visited this second town in the British kingdom;
stopped over at the old town of Chester; took a run out to Hawarden
Estate, the home of Gladstone; changed cars at Stratford-on-Avon and
visited the tomb of Shakespeare; staid a half day and a night in the
old university town of Oxford, and reached London on the evening of July
4th. Having spent a week in London, we crossed the English Channel
to Paris; remained there two days, then made brief visits to the
battlefield of Waterloo, to Brussels, Amsterdam, Hull, Sheffield,
Dublin, and back to Liverpool. We sailed to Boston and returned
to Chicago by way of Montreal and Detroit, having spent forty-nine
days--the intensest and delightfullest of our lives. At first, we
hesitated to treat this subject from a point of view of personal
experience, but since it is our purpose to incite in others the love
for and the right us of all helpful resources of happiness and power, it
seemed to us that we could no better accomplish our purpose with respect
to this subject than to recount our own observations from this one
limited, imperfect journey.

AN EYE-OPEN AND EAR-OPEN EXPERIENCE.

One is always at a disadvantage in relating the faults of others, for he
seems to himself and to his friends to be telling his own experience.
We were about to speak of the superficial way in which Americans travel.
One who has traveled much says that "the average company of American
tourists goes through the Art Galleries of Europe like a drove of cattle
through the lanes of a stock-market." Nor is it the art gallery and
museum alone that is done superficially. How many persons before
entering grand old Notre Dame, or the British Houses of Parliament,
pause to admire the elaborate and expansive beauty of the great archways
and outer walls? It is possible to live in this world, to travel around
it, to touch at every great port and city, and yet fail to see what is
of value or of interest. A man on our boat going to Liverpool, said that
he had traveled over the world, had been in London many a time, but had
not taken the pains to go into St.