l be more parks, more
picture-galleries, more gardens thrown open for the holiday people and
the working-classes.

I was reading only this morning in regard to a charge that had been
made in England against Lambeth Palace, that it was exclusive; and
that charge demonstrated the sublime fact that to the grounds of that
wealthy estate eight hundred poor families have free passes, and forty
croquet companies, and on the hall-day holidays four thousand poor
people recline on the grass, walk through the paths, and sit under the
trees. That is Gospel--Gospel on the wing, Gospel out-of-doors worth
just as much as in-doors. That time is going to come.

That is only a hint of what is going to be. The time is going to come
when, if you have anything in your house worth looking at--pictures,
pieces of sculpture--you are going to invite me to come and see it,
you are going to invite my friends to come and see it, and you will
say, "See what I have been blessed with. God has given me this, and so
far as enjoying it, it is yours also." That is Gospel.

In crossing the Alleghany Mountains, many years ago, the stage halted,
and Henry Clay dismounted from the stage, and went out on a rock at
the very verge of the cliff, and he stood there with his cloak wrapped
about him, and he seemed to be listening for something. Some one said
to him, "What are you listening for?" Standing there, on the top of
the mountain, he said: "I am listening to the tramp of the footsteps
of the coming millions of this continent." A sublime posture for an
American statesman! You and I to-day stand on the mountain-top of
privilege, and on the Rock of Ages, and we look off, and we hear
coming from the future the happy industries, and smiling populations,
and the consecrated fortunes, and the innumerable prosperities of the
closing nineteenth and the opening twentieth century.

While I speak this morning, there lies in state the dead author and
patriot of France, Victor Hugo. The ten thousand dollars in his will
he has given to the poor of the city are only a hint of the work he
has done for all nations and for all times. I wonder not that they
allow eleven days to pass between his death and his burial, his body
meantime kept under triumphal arch, for the world can hardly afford to
let go this man who for more than eight decades has by his
unparalleled genius blessed it. His name shall be a terror to all
despots, and an encouragement to all the struggling. He