The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-06-09
PHILLIP BROOKS OUTINGS.
Recalled by One Who Often Shared
 Them.

was often privileged to be his compan- ion to bear witness of Phillip Brooks, that he stood this test well, as he did all others, and to recall some delightful incidents to illustrate the fact.
 Phillip Brooks may be said to have been, to use strange though sugges- tive phrase, "a born traveller; that is, he seemed to have been fitted by na- ture, as well as by grace (Of culture), to put the most into and to get the most out of travel possible. No one who was with or even met with on one of his many journeys could doubt it. To mind stored with treasures of hu- man Knowledge, a refined and cultiVa- ted taste for all that was beautiful, an imagination which revealed in what was grand and a heart full of sympa- thy for what was noble was added a vitality of spirit and body which never seemed to tire; and all these together made him the enthusiastic traveller he was.
 The prospect of visiting new scenes Or revisiting old ones not yet exhausted of their interest was in itself delight, as were also his "reminiscences of the ex- periences ever after. 'Hooray" is the beginning of one of his letters to me in view of trip to Europe. "Hooooray! your telegram makes my head spin with joy for thinking of those things that are coming this summer!' And its closing words are, T conclude as began, 'Hoooorayr " Again, some years later when a tour of Japan is in con- temptation, he writes: My dear boy, want to go awfully, and so do you! I meant my telegram of yesterday to sound ecstatic. o, yes! l said, as if nothing but interjections could express my feelings" and further on: We will yet sit together on the fiowery slope of Fusiyama and talk pigeon English to the Bowzes of Nikko. Hur- rah! yours to the farthest limits of the Inland Sea- Your eager fellow-trav- eler. P. B."
 Such was the spirit, always fresh and buoyant, with which he threw himself into an outing; and that spirit never deserted him when en route. It made him the easiest and cheeriest of travel CTS. No journey was too long, no in convenience too great for him, if only on the road to the haven where he would be, and this, although Procrus- tean adaptation to average accommoda- tions in his case was no easy matter
 If he did not glory i1 tribulations," at least, with apostolic simplicity, he
 ''knew how to suffer need' as well as to abound in these particulars. It was all part of the days work. And if it
 became question as between a com- panion and himself he always claimed the larger part of the hardship, leaving the easier share to his friend. One had to rise early and work hard to circum- vent his unselffshness on such occa- sions-this by way and preliminary to the positive joys which every day of travel opened up to him, in which no hour was deviod of it's own delights.
 It has been sometimes said that with his superabundant interest in human nature and what concerned it, Phillips Brooks lacked appreciation for nature. But surely no one who has ever heard of read his sermons, not to speak of his published letters, abounding as they do with simile and metaphor from natures storehouse, and illustrated now and again with some Wonder-picture Of towering mountain or quiet vale or rushing torrent, can believe this for moment. It was his delight in scenery that always found @ place in every summers journey for Switzerland, or the Dolomites, or some other haunt of nations glories, as if in these at last his soul might find it's truest expansion. Tt was a superb day." he writes from Chamounud, "the great mountain was never clearer or more beautiful. The sky is cloudless and the snow reaches up to heaven" It is only a touch, a few words like many others in his let ters and books! but it is enough to in- dicate his nature feeling.
 It is true, however, that his supreme sympathy lay with the human in all it's phases and manifestations. This was what gave the keenest zest to his jour- neys, turning them often into pilgrim-
 ages to the shrineS of mans achieve ments, as when he visited the Luther land and sought out every spot he could find which had anything to do with the
 great reformer, one of his heroes, with
 "a new big German Life of Luther in his trunk as he describes the situa- tion, which he spelled out of even- ings," Pretty easy spelling, ween, for his generous scholarship. But Wher- ever men had lived and worked and made history, in big or little, he loved to roam, whether amid the obelisks and pyhamids of Egypt, the remote rock
 hewn temples of India, or some quaint old city fragrant still with human asso- ciates.
 I remember his telling me how he was treated once in some little out-of-the- way town, where his size had been re- marked by a crowd. An informal com mittee was at once sent to find, as events proved, the largest man the town could boast, andwho, being pro-
 duced, was hissed off the ground when found to fall short of the unknown
 stranger. Years after, when he and I visited Japan together, 1t was the same thing with that interesting and delight full little people. The same cordial un-
 derstanding manifested itself, from the guide, who was, as well, counselor and friend, down to the coolies who manned our jindikshas, or the little maidens who served us at the tea-houses. His friendliness overcame their shyness and won their hearts albeit he lowered above them like Gulliver among the Lilliputans, and went by the name of ttnia -PutzI1 n ssGraat R,l1dha