Union Church was a picture on Sunday. Behind the pulpit were the flags of Britain and America, so fixed up as to suggest that the two nations embrace one another. The flags nearly covered the ornamental texts painted on the wall, but they appropriately left in sight the words, "Blessed are the makers, for they shall be called the children of God." The ladies who put around the flowers and flags well knew how to do it. The platform with the American shield done in flowers was a sight. The singing heat the quartette-concert business all to pieces. Everybody joined in as hard as he could. It was roof-raising time when the last hymn was. sung. Union Church trustees had better see whether the roof is rain-tight before the next storm. The Rey. E. T. Williams announced the hymns and prayed like a real son of Uncle Sam, and the Rev. J. R. Hykes: showed what country he belongs to when he "'reads the Scriptures." But the sermon was the The Order of Service got it that Dr. Stevens was preacher by special request. Those who specially requested him knew what they were after. "He made us Americans feel that we are ish and can never be anything other. He stopped just right. Five minutes more of such talk, and the war would have been voted a big mistake. We all held our breath when he pointed over his shoulder at the two flags of the one people." And when he shouted—"One bond around our souls should twine, And woe to him by whom that bond is torn!" it would have been all right if three cheers had been in order, One man—he was descended from Miles Standish—slapped his knee as he stood to get into his ricsha, and said, "Dr. Stevens is a Britisher who ought to have been born in the States
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