r that Mr. Moody had sent me home to grow.
Frances Willard had a keen sense of humor, and she enjoyed the joke so
thoroughly that she finally convinced me it was amusing, though at
first the humor of it had escaped me. She took me back to Mr. Moody and
explained the situation to him, and he apologized and put me to work.
He said he had thought I was about sixteen. After that I occasionally
helped him in the intervals of my other work.

The time had come to follow Mrs. Addy's wishes and go to Europe, and I
sailed in the month of June following my graduation, and traveled
for three months with a party of tourists under the direction of Eben
Tourgee, of the Boston Conservatory of Music. We landed in Glasgow, and
from there went to England, Belgium, Holland, Germany, France, and
last of all to Italy. Our company included many clergymen and a
never-to-be-forgotten widow whose light-hearted attitude toward the
memory of her departed spouse furnished the comedy of our first voyage.
It became a pet diversion to ask her if her husband still lived, for she
always answered the question in the same mournful words, and with the
same manner of irrepressible gaiety.

"Oh no!" she would chirp. "My dear departed has been in our Heavenly
Father's house for the past eight years!"

At its best, the vacation without my friend was tragically incomplete,
and only a few of its incidents stand out with clearness across the
forty-six years that have passed since then. One morning, I remember, I
preached an impromptu sermon in the Castle of Heidelberg before a large
gathering; and a little later, in Genoa, I preached a very different
sermon to a wholly different congregation. There was a gospel-ship in
the harbor, and one Saturday the pastor of it came ashore to ask if
some American clergyman in our party would preach on his ship the next
morning. He was an old-time, orthodox Presbyterian, and from the tips
of his broad-soled shoes to the severe part in the hair above his
sanctimonious brow he looked the type. I was not present when he called
at our hotel, and my absence gave my fellow-clergymen an opportunity to
play a joke on the gentleman from the gospel-ship. They assured him that
"Dr. Shaw" would preach for him, and the pastor returned to his post
greatly pleased. When they told me of his invitation, however, they did
not add that they had neglected to tell him Dr. Shaw was a woman, and I
was greatly elated by the compliment I thought had