ships in the mouth of the Suez Canal, and the study of the social condition of the people.  My delay in the city while waiting for a ship gave me a good deal of time for writing and visiting the missionaries.  The Seamen’s Rest is conducted by Mr. Locke, who goes out in the harbor and gathers up sailors in his steam launch, and carries them back to their vessels after the service.  One night, after speaking in one of these meetings, I rode out with him.  The American Mission conducts a school for boys, and Feltus Hanna, the native superintendent, kindly showed me around.  The Peniel Mission is conducted by two American ladies.  The British and Foreign Bible Society has a depot here, and keeps three men at work visiting ships in the harbor all the time.  I attended the services in the chapel of the Church of England one morning.  With all these religious forces the city is very wicked.  The street in which my hotel was located was largely given up to drinking and harlotry.

On the ninth of November the French ship Congo stopped in the harbor, and I went down late in the evening to embark, but the authorities would not permit me to go aboard, because I had not been examined by the medical officer, who felt my pulse and signed a paper that was never called for, and I went aboard all right.  The ship stopped at Alexandria, and I went around in the city, seeing nothing of equal interest to Pompey’s Pillar, a monument standing ninety-eight feet and nine inches high.  The main shaft is seventy-three feet high and nearly thirty feet in circumference.  We reached Marseilles in the evening of November sixteenth, after experiencing some weather rough enough to make me uncomfortable, and several of the others were really seasick.  I had several hours in Paris, which was reached early the next day, and the United States consulate and the Louvre, the national museum of France, were visited.  From Paris I went to London by way of Dieppe and New Haven.  I left summer weather in Egypt, and found that winter was on hand in France and England.  London was shrouded in a fog.  I went back to my friends at Twynholm, and made three addresses on Lord’s day, and spoke again on Monday night.  I sailed from Liverpool for New York on the SS.  Cedric November twenty-third.  We were in the harbor at Queenstown, Ireland, the next day, and came ashore at the New York custom house on the second of December.  The Cedric was then the second largest ship in the world, being seven hundred feet long and seventy-five feet broad.  She carries a crew of three hundred and forty, and has a capacity for over three thousand passengers.  On this trip she carried one thousand three hundred and thirty-six, and the following twenty classes of people were represented:  Americans, English, French, German, Danes, Norwegians, Roumanians, Spanish, Arabs, Japanese, Negroes, Greeks, Russian Jews, Fins, Swedes, Austrians, Armenians, Poles, Irish, and Scotch.  A great stream of immigrants is continually pouring into the country at this point.  Twelve thousand were reported as arriving in one day, and a recent paper contains a note to the effect that the number arriving in June will exceed eighty thousand, as against fifty thousand in June of last year.  “The character of the immigrants seems to grow steadily worse.”