air of prosperity everywhere.  Here among other places which I visited is Wolfe Hall, a boarding and day school for girls, well equipped for its work, with Miss Margaret Kerr, a grand-daughter of the late Rev. Dr. John Brown, of Newburgh, N.Y., for its principal.  I also met the Rev. Dr. H. Martyn Hart, a man of strong personality.  I found him in St. John’s Cathedral, of which he is the Dean, and of which he is justly proud.  It is a churchly edifice, and it suggests some of the architectural form of Sancta Sophia in Constantinople.  Dean Hart showed my companions and me what he calls his anti-tariff window.  The window was purchased abroad, and the original tariff was to be ten per cent of the cost price.  This would be about $75.  The window cost $750.  Meanwhile the McKinley tariff bill was passed by Congress, and as the duty was greatly increased he would not pay it.  Finally the window was sold at auction by the customs’ officials, and Dean Hart bought it for $25.  As we rode about the city the courteous driver, a Mr. Haney, pointed out a beautiful house embowered in trees, which had a romantic history.  A young man of Denver was engaged to be married to a young woman.  She jilted him and married another, and while she was on her wedding tour her husband died.  The house in which she lived was offered for sale at this juncture, and the original suitor bought it and turned her out into the street.  He had his revenge, which shows that human nature is the same the world over.  Had he offered her the house to live in, however, it would have been a nobler revenge, “overcoming evil with good.”

It is but a short ride from Denver to Colorado Springs, which is a delightful spot with 21,000 inhabitants, and here is a magnificent hotel a block or two from the railway station called the New Antlers.  The Rev. Dr. H.H.  Messenger, of Summit, Mississippi, an apostolic looking clergyman, with his wife, accompanied us from Denver to Colorado Springs, and also to Manitou, at the foot of Pike’s Peak and the mouth of the Ute Pass.  From Manitou we drove to the Garden of the Gods, comprising about five hundred acres, and went through this mysterious region with its fantastic and wonderful formations, which seem to caricature men and beasts and to mimic architectural creations.  Here we saw the Scotchman, Punch and Judy, the Siamese Twins, the Lion, the elephant, the seal, the bear, the toad, and numerous other creatures.  We also viewed the balanced rock, at the entrance, and the Gateway Cliffs, at the northeast end of the Garden, and the Cathedral spires.  Everything was indeed startling, and as puzzling as the Sphinx in old Egypt.  Nature was certainly in a playful mood when, with her chisel and mallet, she carved these grotesque forms out of stones and rocks.