Norwich bulletin., 1913-08-18
VISITORS IN NORWICH PULPITS
Rev. Lee Mitchell DID,, of Attleboro at Park Church Union Servce-Rev. L. L. Henson, DD, of Brooklyn at Cen al ptt and Miss Pauline Kern First Baptist Church

In three of the churches of the city on Sunday the pulpits were occupied by visiting speakers and congregations of good proportions listened to their discourses.
 At Park Church.
 The fourth union service was held at Park Congregational church on Sun- day morning with a good attendance. The preacher was the Rev. Lee Mitch ell, D. D., of Attleboro Mass, who gave an interesting address, taking for his text " e men of Galilee. why stand ye gazing up into heaven?" Acts i. IL
 Recently he went 5000 miles by rail "a journey long enough to give one the impression of really going some where-and then 76 miles in the sad- dle over a rough and mountainous road. Finally they followed the course up a mountain brook and then still ows TOO years old. At last just at evening they dropped down into a lovely mountain meadow. They had reached the end of the trail How very quiet it was up here under the starsi The fine specimens of horses and cattle grazing here looked up with mild uriosity-without the restless ness of their fenced in brethren. Com pared with this place. civilization is so noisy even when it is still. Here in this peaceful meadow there were two log cabins. An outlaw lived in one and Methodist minister in the other. The outlaw had killed three men and still killed deer out of the season-for there is no place where law does not reach. The Methodist minister had been condemned by disease and he, too, had escaped from the haunts of civil ized life. The minister was a tenn pery, peppery, high voiced little man; the outlaw was low voiced. smooth spoken and kind hearted and carried gun. So did Rev. Mir. MitchelPs s guide. The Methodist minister didn't but he was a dead shot. And far into the hours of this beautiful night these four men sat and talked. What did they talk about? Did they ask to hear the latest news from the outside world, what Is going on in politics in commerce, art or science? Don't fiat ter yourselves: they cared nothing at all about you or what you are doing. They sat and talked about God. And we often find that these rough, simple men are the ones who have the great est ideas about Him. Civilization is so belittling. Men sit under electric lights and babble about nothing, something frivolous-like clothes. Clothes do not make the man. Instead of furnishing food for thought-aIl this keeps men from thinking. They have no room for real ideas.
 This conversation at the end of the trail reminds one of the end of two other trails. One has been adorned by poetry and romance, the other in plain reality. A woman with the blood of kings and conQuerors in her veins, for whom nature has done her best in grace and beauty a mighty Oriental queen, is faced by the coldest of the Roman Caesars who says this is the end of the trail for you. Antony is dead-and she accepts the verdict and is gone The other trail begins in the garden of Eden and passes on through Ur of the ChaIdees into Canaan, then down into Egypt and back again into Canaan. It has been tracked by many footsteps in all this time-Ruth passed