ringing voice, and feel the clasp of his hand, and
pass under the influence of his ardent enthusiasm on behalf of the great
enterprise of the modern Christian Church without receiving an
impression never likely to be effaced.

He in turn experienced a strong and abiding spiritual refreshment from
this renewal, after twelve years' absence, of touch and fellowship with
the Christian life of Great Britain. His earnestness deepened, he
studied with intensest interest movements like the Salvation Army, then
coming into great prominence, and other agencies for improving the
religious life of the nation, and he rejoiced in all fellowship with
other disciples of the Lord Jesus which had for its aim the
strengthening of the life of faith.

He rejoiced greatly when at infrequent intervals a Sunday came upon
which he was entirely free from engagements. Such rare occasions he
utilised very fully for spiritual edification. He was somewhat hampered
in his possibilities on these days by the fact that his temporary home
was at Bexley Heath, and his strong Sabbatarian views never permitted
him to travel by rail or omnibus on the Lord's Day. The following letter
shows how he passed one of these days.

'Yesterday being a fine day I left home at 7.15 A.M., walked to
London (twelve miles), got to Spurgeon's at 10.30. Had a permit
from a seat-holder, was close to the platform, heard a good earnest
sermon, was introduced to Spurgeon in the vestry after service,
went home to one of his deacons for dinner, there met an American
who had under Mr. Moody been converted from drunkenness to God, and
whose craving for drink was as instantaneously and as thoroughly
expelled as the devils by Christ of old. After dinner visited
Spurgeon's Stockwell Orphanages, then walked to Camberwell and
dropped in, in passing, at the Catholic Apostolic Church and heard
a sermon from a man who would have described himself as an Apostle,
I suppose, and who ridiculed in a gentle and mild way the idea that
all men were to be partakers of the Gospel blessings which he
seemed to think were the special property of what he called "The
Church"; walked on to Lewisham, heard Morlais Jones: and then
walked home in the moonlight, arriving here footsore and weary
about 10.20 P.M. I enjoyed the day very much, all but the last four
or five miles home at night. I am thankful to find myself so