This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1904. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XIX THE HUNT AND THE HOME Wherever that day the Stranger went, He was observed of the people. It had been stated in a newspaper that a lame man seemed to be His invariable companion. The fact that such an one did limp at His side served as a mark of recognition; also the charcoal-burner, still in the attire in which he plied his forest trade, was an unusual figure in a London street. Mr. Treadman, issuing from the house at Maida Vale, had been unable to penetrate the crowd which closed behind them, so that his vociferous proclamations of identity were absent. Still, such a trio moving together through the London streets were hardly likely to escape observation. Not that, for the most part, the Stranger's proceedings were marked by the unusual. He passed from street to street, looking at what was about Him, standing before the shops examining their contents, showing that sort of interest in His surroundings which denotes the visitor to town. Again and again He stopped to consider the passers-by, how they were as a continual stream. 'They are so many, and among them are so few ' When He reached the top of Ludgate Hill, He looked up at St. Paul's Cathedral. 'This is a great house which men have builded. Let us go in.' When they were in, He said: 'The Lord is not absent from this house. It is sweet to enter the place where they call upon His Name. If He were in their hearts, and not only on their tongues ' A service was commencing. He joined the worshippers. There were many there that day who rejoiced exceedingly, although they knew not why. When the service was over, and they were out in the street again, He said: 'It is good that the work of men's hands should be for the glory of God; yet if to build a house in His Name availed much, how full woul...