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“  States to Italy. Why do you not preach the Gospel to them” The father then roused himself and said with considerable spirit: “I would if I could get a chance.” I laughed and said, “I'll get you a chance.” I went to the captain and told him I wished he would give the priest a chance to speak to the Italians. He answered: “Yes, Yes, I'll do so. I'll build you a throne.” The captain had a platform constructed, and the Italians were invited to attend the meeting. They all came, men, women, and children, and the father gave them a good sermon in Italian. He told them that they owed the opportunity for the service to me. I then asked, “Can't you sing?” One tall, bright-eyed man said, “Yes, we can sing the Litany.” The tall man then began a religious chant and all the people, with glad faces, joined in it, and I do not think I ever heard any song or hymn more melodious than what they sang. The father was glad of this opportunity and didn't mind my sitting with him on the “throne.” 1 Mr. Treat and I visited every part of Spain where we could find that Isabella had been from the time of her birth till her death and burial. It was an interesting journey and one very helpful to me in the work I was prosecuting. My son James's wife and child were visiting her home in Gottingen and I met them at Bremen in order to accompany them home. Mr. Treat had left me for England while I was en route to Bremen. Mrs. James Howard and her little girl were there on my arrival, and the next day we set out for home on the steamer Spree. At Southampton, England,
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