The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1904-11-30
MR.. SINCLAIR BosTONIzED.
Tells Some Interesting Incidents Of Life
In Boston.

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to read it while you had so much
politics on the brain. Now, you
have got that bit of business out
of the way. 1t has not all gone
your way, I dare say. Maybe it is
better it didn t. Your head might
have got turned if you had made a
clean sweep. We cant expect the
earth. you know. Massachusetts
did. not get the whole earth, but
she will not go under. Neither will
Minnesota.
Two weeks ago I had a surprise,
which | might call Redw wood Falls
surprise. Our church organist. an
Englishman by birth, invited me to
take dinner with him one night in a
Boston restaurant. The restau-
rants in Boston are all swell places,
of course. Well, we had just got to
the ice cream when the door toward
which my face was directed, opened,
and there stepped in, who do you
think? No less a parsonage than
the Rev. S. B. Purves of Minneapo-
lis, but of Red wood Falls in the
good old days. His face was like a
huge beam of sunshine to me. Mr..
PurveS is as fat as ever, though
married, as good natured and as
high church. We had long and
| lively chat and you may depend that
if any body was listening they often
heard the words Redwood Falls I"
Dear old Redwood it is as dear to
both of US yet as in the days when
we used to revel in the hospility OF
it's good people. Mr.. Purves left
before we did. When he went out
the organist said to me: "Dear me,
I could mt keep from looking at him
all the time THAT Bishop, 1T
was during the time of the Episco-
pal bishops convention lis the
very image of King Edward VII. "
Well, Mr.. Purves is not likely to
grow into the person of the King of
England, but I should not be at all
surprised if some day he should
grow into the Episcopal, Bishop of
Minnesota.
We have recently been flooded
with conventions in Boston. We
had the Episcopal convention
through which | saw Bishop Pur-
YES, heard the greatest preacher of
England, Boyd Carpenter, and had
the pleasure of hearing the Arch
bishop of Canterbury and the honor
of shaking hands with him.
We had the international Peace
convention, where I listened with
fascination to the speech of Secre-
tary Hay who announced what was
at the time a Cabinet secret, that
President Roosevelt was about to
call a second Hague Conference of
Nations.
We are having just now a Metho-
dist convention. I was present last
night at a reception in the Metho-
dist church of Brookline, where
met Bishop Goodsell, who looks as if
he would weigh at least 400 pounds
and one OF the men there told me
he was as heavy mentally as physi-
cally.
Last month we had Presbyter-
ian convention, the delegates of
which came from all over the New
England States. It was held at
Newburyport, 40 miles from Bos-
ton, and historic town of interest.
Underneath the pulpit of the church
IN which we met lie the bones of
Rev. George Whitefeld, the cele-
brated preacher. The casket has
an opening in the lid covered with
glass, through which can be seen
as much of the bones of the head as
now remain. Some Englishman 20
years ago who had been admitted to
the sacred vault took the liberty of
cutting off Georges right arm, car
ried it across the Atlantic and in a
conscience stricken mood, 35 years
later, returned it. The arm bone
which thus journeyed, lies on the
breast. The bell of that church has
most melodious tones. On it is the
inscription: Revere and Son, New
York, 1902" The maker was the
historic Paul Revere. But enough
of conventions.