better far, I warrant you, than that prince had who burnt the cakes, getting a good round scolding for his sauce into the bargain. Το save time we will take a penny 'bus down Park Road to Piccadilly Circus. As we shall be charged an extra penny if we go beyond the Circus, and as it is. only a little way we will walk down Piccadilly and go into St. James' Hall, and hear Mark Guy Pearse preach and Hugh Price Hughes conduct the service. It is a week-day, but we shall find a good house full encouraging the dear brethren and enjoying the services. A little farther down is Prince's Hall, where I had the privilege of speaking several times, two years ago, at the great British and Colonial Temperance Congress, where I met those Australians who kindly invited me to their country. I think now we will walk down into Pall Mall, and perhaps, as it is after one o'clock, we can see Mr. Stead, of the Pall Mall Gazette. As usual, before one o'clock he is "invisible," and after one he's out. Like many of these London men, he is too busy to be caught, unless we take the precaution to get an appointment made the day before. From Pall Mall into Trafalgar Square and Charing Cross. Here is the lofty pillar erected in honor of England's greatest admiral; and here, crouching at his feet, the mighty lions looking east and west and north and south. How big? Well, I should say, each about forty feet in length. Out of Charing Cross we pass into the Strand. Along the Strand we shall pass many places of which we have read. Here is Exeter Hall; a little way back, Covent Garden, Maiden Lane, Drury Lane and its theatre. A little way back still, and nearer to High Holborn, along which we went in the forenoon, are Lincoln's Inn Fields. As we have strayed a little from the Strand, we will come back by way of Chancery Lane, passing on our way the Royal Courts of Justice, Temple Bar and St. Clement's Church. We are now at the end of the Strand; here Feet Street begins. We walk down Fleet Street into Ludgate Circus, where, turning a little way down Farringdon Street, we take a look at the great Memorial Hall of the Congregationalists. When we return to the "Circus," we will call, for a few minutes only, on old Professor L. N. Fowler, and let him feel our heads and give us charts. He will tell us whether we are enthusiastic sight-seers or not. He will know, of course, more about us than we know about ourselves, and I'll guarantee he'll "gie us a gude opinion o' oursel," too. All right, it's very funny, to say the least of it. |