Church review . ion. That the sum-mons to join the white-robed host thathave come out of the great tribulationand do hear the well done, wasmost welcome to him, we cannot we can give thanks that the endfound him, as so many of his predeces-sors, here, unexcelled among the pas-tors of this historic church and cher-ished in the loving memory of themany whom he has helped on theirway to the City of God. C. H. W. like the tomb of General Grant at Riv-erside. The light shining through thecathedral glass onto the altar has amarvelous effect; and although the sunwas obscured by clouds, one
Church review . ion. That the sum-mons to join the white-robed host thathave come out of the great tribulationand do hear the well done, wasmost welcome to him, we cannot we can give thanks that the endfound him, as so many of his predeces-sors, here, unexcelled among the pas-tors of this historic church and cher-ished in the loving memory of themany whom he has helped on theirway to the City of God. C. H. W. like the tomb of General Grant at Riv-erside. The light shining through thecathedral glass onto the altar has amarvelous effect; and although the sunwas obscured by clouds, one couldhardly believe that it was not shiningbrightly at the time. In the rear partof the building is located the chapel inwhich Napoleon worshiped and it con-tains all the battle flags that he cap-tured in his campaigns. The Hotel desInvalides (or what we would call asoldiers home) is in the same enclos-ure. The next day we went to Versailles,about twelve miles southwest of thecity. Versailles is nearly as much a. PLACE DE AN AMERICAN ABROAD, PARIS Leaving London one bright morningin May, I took the train for Folkstone,and crossed the English channel toBoulogne, where I boarded the train forParis; and, for the first time in mylife, witnessed the starting of a trainby the blowing of a horn by the con-ductor. When the baggage is loadedand the passengers are all in theircompartments, and the doors locked onthe outside, the brakeman gives awhoop resembling that of a ComancheIndian on the war-path, the conductorblows his horn, the engineer gives oneshort, sharp blast of the whistle, whichsounds like the whistle of a steam fireengine, and away they go. And thesame custom prevails all over the con-tinent. Arriving at Paris, I was met at thestation by a friend, who had been therefor more than a year, and he had se-cured apartments for me at the Chat-ham Hotel; so, althougn a stranger ina foreign land, I felt somewhat athome, and that I should enjoy thesight-seeing with suc
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