The Letters of John Fiske

The Letters of John Fiske

The Letters of John Fiske

The Letters of John Fiske

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This morning I preached in Minneapolis, "Mystery of Evil" at Simmons Church, a large Unitarian Church which was jammed full. Beginning of service was delayed 20 minutes by bringing in camp stools and squeezing in the extra people. There was a crowd standing in the entryway, filling it out to the street door! It reminded me of a crowded horse-car at 5.30 P.M. A Jewish rabbi, Rabbi Marks, did the prayers and reading; there was lovely music and my sermon went off finely. I was a long time shaking hands after service. An old weather- beaten brother of Miss Sarah Porter of Farmington School, and looking enough like her to be her twin brother, came up with tears in his eyes to tell me how much good I had done him! Several of my school girls were there and Morgan and Frona Brooks. Went and returned with the Brookses. Miss Marian Ingersoll came back with us and dined at the Newport's. Pretty Miss Mary came down stairs and took afternoon tea with us. She talked about Alaska; she has been there and says no tongue can begin to tell the delights of that journey, beats Switzerland out of sight, she says . . .

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