Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1891-10-17

his utterances. spoke next. Chief Justice Way,
from Australia, Mr.. Sargent. from the west In
dies, both spoke well and very much to the point
DR.. Price of North CarOlina-a great fui!-
blooded negro, perhaps the most eloquent OF
all the pure negroes on the continent-spoke
with immense force. He Will be remembered
one of the speakers at the last ecumenlcai
conference in London.
"Bishop Wayman said at one point-I forget
precisely where il csme-that Chaplain McCabe
was a great singer but they had a mantle
pastor of that church, DR.. Becker who could
take him down WhereupoI there stood erect
on the platform q black minister of command
ing presence, with a face that one loved to look
up into. and voice. never heard such
voice. II fifty thousand people had been pres
emit they would all have heard it. Every syllable
was distinctly enunciated. Up into trumpet
heights it rose, higher into n Niagara-hke
thunder, slowly down into the mellowest
whisper. The fexibility. power. JUNCTION.
sweetness Of the voice-wouid that l could
even convey q faint impression OF its mastery.
Imagine a man so singing the name that is
above every name. and SO telling III his song
the whole story of a sinners wandering, of his
coming TO the blood, of his triumph in glory,
that at frequent intervals O subdued cry not
wholly African arose.
when he came to the last verse and flung his
arms around his breast and o low. far-away muir
muir OF melody hoated down the church to blend
with the pathetic sweetness of his closing notes
the excitement was intense. We all cried Ike
rain. DIR. Beckett re.reated into a silent stair
case to the left. but the bishop was obliged to
bring him forth again, and he sang another
negro hymn. In this second hymn there were
two verses of awful grandeur-the shut door
the despairing cry-the pleading enforcement
and the refrain, will You Be There? sung
with nearly closed eyes. Then in a hollow
whisper. Shall II The silence was appalling.
But it ended in a burst of triumph, which once
more raised the shout of praise. The singers
face changed from widest thunder storm to the
peace and gladness of summer day. The
choir sang another anthem, which the bishops
said was composed by Mr.. Excel. who was act
ing as conference precenter. This resulted in
4 call fer our friend He taught
rail- and sang verses, we joining In the re-
frain. 1t also wac very fine, but of course
it was not equal to DR.. Becker's songs All this
singing purely evangelistic. William
Arthur spoke under deep emotion, and with
even more than usual of that happy effect
which characterizes his illustrative and anecdo-
tai style. Bishop Fitzgerald. who might be
DIR. Gregory's twin brother, spoke half
word'-a manly declaration OF truthfulness--
at the end of which he grasped BisEop Way
mans hand. then crossed over to William
Arthur, who also (like the black bishop arose,
Dr. Fitzgerald held William Artbur's hand and
all felt like singing:
Names and sects and parties fall.
Thou, oh. Christ. art all in all
sit was long after 10 when the delegates
trooped down into the school ROOM where the
colored ladies royalty refreshed us with coffee
and ice creams and happy smiles.
said an English delegate to me as we went
away: 1t was worth while travelling from Eng
land If only for this nights enjoyment.