by Alice Belle Garrigus


After six years of teaching, my friend Gertrude decided to go to Europe for a rest and wished me to go too. Books of history and travel had always been my delight, and the thought of actually seeing the things I had read about was a great inducement, so in June, 1888, we set sail.

As we neared the Newfoundland Banks the fog settled down upon us and the fog-horn blew dismally. Little did I think that one day I was to make my home on this rocky old island and spend some of my happiest days there.

During our ten month's stay we were privileged to see many places of interest. We often glided through palaces, the homes of kings and queens, emperors and empressesmore courageous than Ifilled with rage and thirsting for the blood of the queenwhen tired of state forms and ceremoniesPlace de le Concordputting in a peculiar stitch as the head of some poor victim fell.

This is just a faint picture of the great tribulation ahead, when brother will betray brother, fathers their children, and children their parents. May the Lord count us worthy to escape all these things and to stand before the Son of Man!

Though in the place I had always wished to be and with the one I loved best, such depression came over me I took no interest in anything, and wandered around glum and silent.

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