verts stand, you can speak of that one; he looks as if he is going to stay, too. As we have gone around the world we have found that the best workers, as a general rule, are either workers or converts of the Moody and Sankey meetings. We have found them in India, in Tasmania, and everywhere we have gone."

Lord Shaftesbury, speaking at a meeting in Exeter Hall, London, in the interest of evangelical work in Ireland, said: "Therefore go on circulating the Scriptures. I should have been glad to have had also the circulation of some well-known hymns, because I have seen the effect produced by those of Moody and Sankey. If they would only return to this country they would be astonished at seeing the influence exerted by those hymns which they sung. A week ago, when in Paris, I went to Belleville, the very nest of the communists, and even in this quarter I heard their hymns being sung. If we could get something like that in Ireland a mighty influence would be exerted."

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These American laymen," said another prominent man," have wrought a work in Great Britain which the Church of England itself feels in its inmost heart. They are not, it is true, graduates of any university; they are men of the people, speaking the language and using the methods not of the refined, but of the generality. Yet they have probably left a deeper impress of their individuality upon the men and women of Great Britain than any other persons that could be named."

One of the most delightful experiences of my life was a trip to the Holy Land in 1898. I was accompanied by my wife, one of my sons, my brother, and

a few friends. One of the most genial member company was the late Roswell P. Flower, with we had the pleasure of traveling for more tha months. We sailed from New York in January a short stop at Gibraltar, and dropped anchor a andria. Cairo we reached by rail. We saw th mids, the Gizeh Museum, and the Howling Der made an excursion to Heliopolis, and took the the Nile to the First Cataract, visiting the usual such as Luxor and Karnak. At the latter pla met the old Arab who discovered the mummy of ses II. We asked him if he would allow us to snapshot of him. This he at first refused, but th of the bright Egyptian sun on the proffered pi silver at once secured his consent.

After spending about forty days in Egy started for Palestine in March-by a provokingly train from Cairo to Port Said, and thence by the regular mail steamers to Jaffa. In the Holy we followed much the usual round-exploring J lem, Bethlehem, Jericho, Bethany and other hi spots, and sharing the profound emotions that fo stir the hearts of Christian tourists in Palestine our way home we visited Constantinople, returnin Athens, Naples and Rome-and, of course, taki Mt. Vesuvius.

All through this trip-here so briefly outline had occasion to sing the "Gospel Hymns" many t The first evening in Cairo I visited the American sion. I found the building well filled with Ameri Egyptians and English. A man on the platform giving an address on temperance. The room wa

vided by a partition about two feet high, separating the natives from the foreigners. I made my way to a seat among the Americans, and had not been there long when a missionary beside me leaned over and said: "Are you not Mr. Sankey?" When I replied that I was he said he hoped that I would sing for them. I told him that, although I had come for rest, I would gladly sing if they had a small organ or piano on which I might accompany myself. There being no instrument in the church, the matter was dropped. A few minutes later a lady pressed her way into the pew behind me and, leaning over toward me, said: "I am delighted to see you here to-night, and I hope you will sing for us."

She proved to be a woman from my own county in Pennsylvania. Being told that there was no instrument in the church, she declared that she would soon get one. She beckoned to four Egyptian soldiers to follow her. In a few minutes they returned with a small cabinet organ, which they placed on the platform. At the conclusion of the address I gave a service of song, lasting for a half-hour, after which I said good-night. But they refused to be satisfied, and demanded more songs. Again a number of pieces were rendered, and the service was finally closed.

While returning down the Nile I was often prevailed upon by missionaries along the way where the steamer stopped to give services of song. At several of these services I found that the natives already knew a number of our hymns.

In Jerusalem I started early one morning to visit the Tower of David, which was located only a few

rods from the hotel. I was stopped by one of tan's soldiers, who informed me by signs and lations that I could not ascend the tower w permit from the captain of the guard. I secu desired permit by the use of a little bakhshee was escorted up the winding stairway by a looking soldier carrying a gun. From the top tower may be seen one of the grandest and mos esting scenes in the world. I determined to least one song in honor of King David before d ing. Selecting one of the most beautiful psal 121st, "I to the hills will lift mine eyes," I be sing at the top of my voice, using the grand ol "Belmont." The soldier, not acquainted wi ⚫ kind of performance, and perhaps never having a sacred song in his life, rushed up to where I looking quite alarmed. I knew that he could r derstand a word of what I was singing, so I kep on to the end of the psalm. Coming to the con by this time that I was not likely to do any special age either to him or to myself, the guard smile tipped his cap as I finished. By tipping him I re the salutation, and then we passed down into the of David.

A few hours later our party visited that p of the city called Mount Zion, where we enter fine school erected by an English bishop for the dren of Jerusalem. We were greeted by the pri who proved to have been a member of my choir a meetings in London. I was invited to sing fo children, and consented to do so if they would for us first. I was much surprised to hear them

some of my own songs, as well as their native songs in Arabic. I sang "The Ninety and Nine" and other songs, much to the delight of the children.

Standing on the summit of the green hill far away, outside the city wall, I sang the fine old Gospel hymn: "On Calvary's brow my Saviour died." While at Constantinople I visited Robert College, where I sang several hymns and gave an address to the Turkish students; and also at the American and English missions. in that city I rendered my service of song. In Rome I had the same pleasant experience, where I held a number of services, both speaking and singing in the English, American and Scotch churches.

On returning to America I visited the soldiers in camp at Tampa, Florida, where I held several services.. I was here invited by Theodore Roosevelt, then Colonel of the Rough Riders, to conduct services at his camp, but a previous engagement prevented my accepting.

The following year I again visited Great Britain, where I held services of "Sacred Song and Story" in thirty cities and towns. The result was that my health broke down. Later I lost my eyesight.

My friend, Dwight Lyman Moody, was born February 5, 1837, at Northfield, Massachusetts. His father, who was a stone-mason, died when the lad was about four years old. Many years later Mr. Moody was laying the corner-stone of the first building at Northfield. His friends had secured a silver trowel for him, but he refused to use it. He had been at his mother's home, and in the garret he had found one of his father's old trowels with which he had earned bread for the family.