Conference, presided at the memorial services. Rev. Westerdale,
present pastor, successfully managed the program of the day, especially
the collections, for he met the expense of the rebuilding and past
indebtedness with the sum of over fifteen thousand dollars. He told
those discouraged ministers with big audiences to go and take courage
from what the mother-church, with her small number of poor
parishioners, had done. In the evening, Bishop Warren, on his return
to America, called in and gave an interesting talk. He was followed
by Fletcher Moulton, member of Parliament. You may not realize the
feeling of gratitude with which we took part in this eventful service of
praise, prayer, and rededication! On the next day we returned to see
the books, furniture, and apartments of Wesley, himself. We sat at his
writing desk, stood in his death-chamber, and lingered in the little room
where he used to retire at four in the morning for secret prayer. From
here he would go directly to his preaching service at five. Wesley put
God first in his life, this is why men honor him so much now that he
is gone. We took a farewell view of the audience-room from the very
pulpit into which Wesley ascended to preach his Good News of Christ.
From the several inscriptions on Wesley's tomb, we copied the following
one: "After having languished a few days, he at length finished his
course and life together. Gloriously triumphing over death, March the
2nd, Anno Domine, 1791, in the eighty-eight year of his age."

In Liverpool, on the day of our arrival, July 1st, an old, gray-haired man
was shining my shoes. He observed that I was from across the water,
and that an Englishman can readily tell a Yankee. He began to praise
America. He said that Uncle Sam was only a child yet, that America
was destined to be the greatest country in the world; that her trouble
with Spain was only a bickering; that the present engagement was only
his maiden warfare, and that he "walked along like a streak of lightning."