and who was one of the best employers in the States.  He knew everybody, not only in America but in Europe; and his room was a museum of gifts from great folks all over the world.  But, best of all, he, with his devoted friend Anthony Drexel, had founded the Drexel Institute, which was their magnificent educational legacy to the historic town.  I saw the Liberty Bell in Chicago—­the bell that rang out the Declaration of Independence. and cracked soon after—­which is cherished by all good Americans.  It had had a triumphant progress to and from the World’s Fair, and I was present when once again it was safely landed in Independence Hall, Philadelphia.  I think the Americans liked me, because I thought their traditions reputably old, and did not, like European visitors, call everything crude and new.  The great war in America strengthened the Federal bond, while it loosened the attachment to the special Satte in which the United States citizen lives.  Railroads and telegraphs have done much to make Americans homogeneous, and the school system grapples bravely with the greater task of Americanizing the children of foreigners, who arrive in such vast numbers.  Canada allowed the inhabitants of lower Canada to keep their language, their laws, and their denominational schools; and the consequence is that these Canadian-British subjects are more French than the French, more conservative than the Tories, and more Catholic than Irish or Italians.  Education is absolutely free in America up to the age of 18; but I never heard an American complain of being taxed to educate other people’s children.  In Auburn I met Harriet Tribman, called the “Moses of her people”—­an old black woman who could neither read nor write, but who had escaped from slavery when young, and had made 19 journeys south, and been instrumental in the escape of 300 slaves.  To listen to her was to be transferred to the pages of “Uncle Tom’s Cabin.”  Her language was just that of Tom and old Jeff.  A pious Christian, she was full of good works still.  Her shanty was a refuge for the sick, blind, and maimed of her own people.  I went all over Harvard University under the guidance of Professor Ashley, to whom our Chief Justice had given me a letter of introduction.  He got up a drawing-room meeting for me, at which I met Dr. Gordon Ames, pastor of the Unitarian Church of the Disciples.  He invited me to preach his thanksgiving service for him on the following Thursday, which I was delighted to do.  Mrs. Ames was the factory inspector of women and children in Massachusetts, and was probably the wisest woman I met in my travels.  She spoke to me of the evils of stimulating the religious sentiment too young, and said that the hushed awe with which most people spoke of God and His constant presence filled a child’s mind with fear.

She related an experience with her own child, who on going to bed had asked if God was in the room.  The child was told that God was always besides us.  After being left in darkness the child was heard sobbing, and a return to the nursery elicited the confession, “Oh, mamma, I can’t bear to be left with no one but God.”  Better the simple anthropomorphism which makes God like the good father, the generous uncle, the indulgent grandfather, or the strong elder brother.