It has been my privilege to deliver a little more than two hundred sermons in Saratoga, and there is no place in which I have found that a faithful and practical presentation of the "word of life" is more eagerly welcomed.

It is no place to exhibit a show sermon on dress parade, but it is the very one in which to press home the word on hearts and consciences, to arouse the impenitent, to give tonic truth to the weak and the weary, to afford the word of comfort to the sorrowing and soul-food to the many who hunger for the heavenly manna.

I have already narrated some of my pleasant experiences in preaching at Saratoga, and I could add to them several other interesting incidents.
For about thirty summers, and occasionally in the winter, I found a happy home at Dr.Strong's "Remedial Institute" on Circular Street.

This is a family hotel during the summer, and a sanitarium during the remainder of the year.

Every morning the guests assemble for worship, and the intolerable trio of fashion, frivolity and fiddles, has never invaded the refined and congenial atmosphere of the house.