courage from what the mother-church, with her
small number of poor parishioners, had done. In the evening, Bishop
Warren, on his return to America, called in and gave an interesting
talk. He was followed by Fletcher Moulton, member of Parliament. You
may not realize the feeling of gratitude with which we took part in this
eventful service of praise, prayer, and rededication! On the next day we
returned to see the books, furniture, and apartments of Wesley, himself.
We sat at his writing desk, stood in his death-chamber, and lingered
in the little room where he used to retire at four in the morning for
secret prayer. From here he would go directly to his preaching service
at five. Wesley put God first in his life, this is why men honor him so
much now that he is gone. We took a farewell view of the audience-room
from the very pulpit into which Wesley ascended to preach his Good News
of Christ. From the several inscriptions on Wesley's tomb, we copied
the following one: "After having languished a few days, he at length
finished his course and life together. Gloriously triumphing over death,
March the 2nd, Anno Domine, 1791, in the eighty-eight year of his age."

In Liverpool, on the day of our arrival, July 1st, an old, gray-haired
man was shining my shoes. He observed that I was from across the water,
and that an Englishman can readily tell a Yankee. He began to praise
America. He said that Uncle Sam was only a child yet, that America was
destined to be the greatest country in the world; that her trouble with
Spain was only a bickering; that the present engagement was only his
maiden warfare, and that he "walked along like a streak of lightning."

Saturday evening, July 8th, witnessed the greatest military parade
in London for thirty years. The Prince of Wales reviewed twenty-seven
thousand London volunteers. Early in the morning citizens from all over
England began to gather in front of the English barracks, and at the
east end of Hyde Park. By two o'clock in the afternoon hundreds of
thousands had packed the streets and dotted the parks and lawns, until,
in every direction one could witness a sea of faces. After the royal
and military procession began, the patient Johnnies, with their sisters,
sweethearts, wives, mothers, grandmothers, and great-grand-mothers,
stood for five hours to see it go by. The Englishman does not tire when
he is honoring his country. At the close of this parade we dropped into
a barbershop for