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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXIX, Issue 25, 21 December 1907, Page 49

The child that just “feels bad” and can’t tell why, needs Stearns’ Wine, the matchless and delicious tonic for children, renewing appetite and aiding digestion from the first dose. The Bishop of London had what was probably the most novel experience in his career, when he preached from a soap-box in Wall-street to a crowd composed largely of millionaire bankers and stockbrokers (says a New York paper). It was an impromptu service, arranged at a few hours’ notice, and Dr. Winnington-1 ngram was touched and delighted at the sympathy and interest of his hearers. Business was suspended in Wall-street for the time being. When the Bishop mounted his improvised pulpit he faced a remarkable assemblage. Wall street was packed from side to side, while every window in the great office buildings was filled with faces. Traffic was suspended completely throughout the street, and for the first time in many years, if not in history, Wall street was perfectly still on a business dav. The Bishop delivered a characteristic address, filled with homely illustrations, in language intelligible to the smallest office hoy in the crowd. It was received with the closest attention. No sooner had he finished than there was a tremendous stampede on the part of his hearers to shake hands with him. Police intervention was necessary in order to rescue him from the mob. The Bishop told one person that he bad delivered 40 sermons during the past, five weeks, and added that he “thought this was done fairly well for a pleasure trip.” “Maggio.” Said the inexperienced young thing to the cook, “the biscuit were a sight. If you can t do better next time I will have to discharge you.’ “Ye will, will ye?” Maggie rteortad. “I’ll have ye know, mum, that I’ve bin work in’ out two years, an’ I’ve worked for eightv-nine of the best families In t,,.. I ain’t never bin discharged , this afternoon far •