I will not detain my readers with the record of the few days we spent in London. In writing the account of it, as in the experience of the time itself, I feel that I am near home, and grow the more anxious to reach it. Ah! I am growing a little anxious after another home, too; for the house of my tabernacle is falling to ruins about me. What a word _home_ is! To think that God has made the world so that you have only to be born in a certain place, and live long enough in it to get at the secret of it, and henceforth that place is to you a _home_ with all the wonderful meaning in the word. Thus the whole earth is a home to the race; for every spot of it shares in the feeling: some one of the family loves it as _his_ home. How rich the earth seems when we so regard it--crowded with the loves of home! Yet I am now getting ready to _go home_--to leave this world of homes and go home. When I reach that home, shall I even then seek yet to go home? Even then, I believe, I shall seek a yet warmer, deeper, truer home in the deeper knowledge of God--in the truer love of my fellow-man. Eternity will be, my heart and my faith tell me, a travelling homeward, but in jubilation and confidence and the vision of the beloved. When we had laid Connie once more in her own room, at least the room which since her illness had come to be called hers, I went up to my study. The familiar faces of my books welcomed me. I threw myself in my reading-chair, and gazed around me with pleasure. I felt it so homely here. All my old friends--whom somehow I hoped to see some day--present there in the spirit ready to talk with me any moment when I was in the mood, making no claim upon my attention when I was not! I felt as if I should like, when the hour should come, to die in that chair, and pass into the society of the witnesses in the presence of the tokens they had left behind them. I heard shouts on the stair, and in rushed the two boys. "Papa, papa!" they were crying together. "What is the matter?" "We've found the big chest just where we left it." "Well, did you expect it would have taken itself off?" "But there's everything in it just as we left it." "Were you afraid, then, that the moment you left it it would turn itself upside down, and empty itself of all its contents on the floor?" They laughed, but apparently with no very keen appreciation of the attempt at a joke. "Well, papa, I did not think anything about it; but--but--but--there everything is as we left it."