words how loyal to their own free
land were the hearts and hands toiling so faithfully in others.

Touching at Budapest for a glimpse at its Millenial Exposition; at
Vienna to pay respects to our worthy Minister, Hon. Bartlett Tripp; we
hastened to meet the royal greeting of the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess
of Baden, at their beautiful island of Minau in Lake Constance--the
wedding gift of the Grand Duke to his young princess bride forty-three
years ago. It was a great pleasure to be able to bring our hard-worked
men into personal contact with these active royal personages, who know
so well in their own philanthropic lives how to appreciate such labor in
others.

Lest some may not recall directly the lines of royal succession, our
readers will pardon me if I say that the Grand Duchess of Baden is the
only daughter of the old Emperor William and Empress Augusta, the
sister of Germany's "Fritz," the aunt of the present Emperor, the mother
of the Crown Princess of Sweden, and the granddaughter of the beloved
Queen Louise, whom she is said to very much resemble.

One day was given to Strasburg--another labor field of the Franco-German
war, of longer duration than Armenia--reaching London on the
twenty-fourth day of August.

Our passage was engaged on the "Servia," to sail September 1, when the
news of the terrible troubles in Constantinople reached us. We were
shocked and distressed beyond words. The streets where we had passed,
the people who had served us, the Ottoman Bank where we had transacted
business almost daily for nearly a half a year, all in jeopardy if not
destroyed. Our men of the interior feared a general uprising there, in
which case we might be able to help. Our sense of duty did not permit us
to proceed until the facts were better known. We cancelled or rather
transferred our passage by the "Servia," telegraphed to Constantinople
and cabled to America, expressing our willingness to return to the field
if our services were in any way needed. Kindly advices from both
directions, together with a more qu