We visited Italy together, preached to "the Saints that are in Rome," and went down into that room in the sub-basement of St.Clement's where Paul is believed to have held meetings with them that were of Caesar's household.

We roamed out on the Appian Road, over which the great Apostle entered the Eternal City.

So conscientious was my brother Hall in his teetotalism that though tired and thirsty, he never would touch the weak, common wine of the country, lest his example might be plead in favor of the drinking usages.

We once went up to Olney and sat in Cowper's summer house, and entered John Newton's church, and the old sexton told Dr.Hall that he had been converted by "Come to Jesus." We went together to Stonehenge, and as we passed over Salisbury Plain we recalled Hannah Moore's famous shepherd who said: "The weather to-morrow will be what suits me, for what suits God, suits me always." We spent a very delightful couple of days in rowing down the romantic river Wye, stopping for lunch at Wordsworth's Tintern Abbey.

In his home he was a hospitable Gaius, with open doors and hearts to friends from all lands.