THE SOUTH.

Prof. Albert Salisbury, Superintendent of Education.

FISK UNIVERSITY, NASHVILLE, TENN.

A CLASS OF FIFTEEN GRADUATED FROM COLLEGE.

Anniversary week at Fisk University is closed. Its alternate shower and sunshine have fairly represented the rejoicing and the sadness that always come with this harvest time of the year. The week began on the evening of Friday, May 22, with the exhibition of the Senior Preparatory Class, and was followed by the Baccalaureate and Missionary sermons on Sunday, the anniversaries of the literary societies and the alumni association, and the graduating exercises of the Normal Department on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, and the final great day of the feast, the College Commencement, on Thursday, May 28.

This programme has become so fixed that to go over it in detail would be monotonous; let us rather note a few of the significant and interesting facts that belong particularly to this anniversary week. The comparatively large size of the classes entering and leaving college has been one marked feature and a source of great encouragement. Thirteen young men and three young women were received into the Freshman class, and a few days later thirteen young men and two young women, having completed four years of college work, took the degree of B. A. This is more than double the largest class ever before graduated from Fisk, and while the increase in numbers cannot yet be sustained with regularity from year to year, it does show a growth in our work and a strengthening of purpose on the part of our young people. In 1874, a class of six young men entered college, but only two ever got beyond the threshold: the others lost heart and purpose; of the present class three have fallen by the hand of death within the four years and only three have dropped out for other causes.

Commencement day revealed in the tone of the graduating orations a moral earnestness and uprightness of principle that called forth the commendation of our stranger guests. The best record of the class, however, is in the influence its members have exerted in the school during the whole of their Senior year.

It may be remembered that a year ago the Alumni Association adopted a plan by which, beginning three years after graduation, at least one per cent. of the earnings of each member is to be appropriated to an endowment fund for Fisk University. Whenever the sum reaches $1,000, it is to be devoted to some chair in the University. This year the Treasurer reported $140 on hand. The beginning seems small, but who can tell to what the stream may grow? Part of the Alumni anniversary was given up to a memorial service for one who, after six years of faithful work among her people, has died within the year.

On the evening devoted to the Normal Department, Prof. Salisbury was expected to address us on some educational topic. In his absence, Prof. Smith, of the chair of Greek in Vanderbilt University, kindly filled the place and gave us an excellent address on Thomas Carlyle. Prof. Smith is of Southern birth, but has manifested a cordial friendliness and an interest that has led him to really investigate the work of Fisk University.

On Commencement Day, Rev. R. G. Hutchins, D. D., of Minneapolis, Minn., honored us with his presence and with an address, both wise and eloquent, on "Sublime Motives," holding up three as especially worthy to prompt to action: responsibility for the architecture of our own character, responsibility for the development of latent moral power, and the conservation of moral forces.

Few who heard it will forget the solemn charge given to the graduating class by President Cravath, illustrated by an incident, as told by the Rev. Sam. Jones, of the battle of Nashville. General Hood saw a Federal battery making dreadful havoc in his army, and sent to a subordinate general a messenger, saying, "Give him my compliments, and tell him I ask at his hands the battery in the Locust Grove." The general was in the thick of the battle and could not be found. The same message was sent to another with the same result. Finally to a third he sent the messenger, saying, "Give him my love, and tell him I ask at his hands the battery in the Locust Grove." The battery was speedily taken and the message of affection returned to General Hood. So are these young people sent out with the love of teachers and friends, to capture the batteries that are dealing moral death to this people.

After the degree of B. A. had been conferred on the fifteen graduates, that of M. A. was given to fourteen former graduates, who for three years or more have been engaged in scholarly employments.

To add to the interest of Commencement, Gen. Fisk arrived the evening before, and closed the public exercises of Thursday with an address, whose pleasantry made every one forget the fatigue of five consecutive hours of speech-making. Several members of the Legislature, now in extra session in the Capitol, were present both at the Commencement exercises and at the collation which followed.

A new and interesting feature of this anniversary was the part taken by the Girls' Industrial Department. A basket of cake made by members of the cooking class graced each table at the Commencement dinner and was by general consent pronounced excellent. In the Assembly Room of Jubilee Hall were displayed various garments and household articles neatly made by the sewing classes.

Nothing has been said about examinations; they are like the bread of our daily meals, always expected and very important. A more thorough examination than usual was given the classes in drawing and in vocal music. One exercise in the latter examination was the singing at sight of a tune, in four parts, composed by a member of the class.

Our halls are already deserted; nothing holds our students after Commencement: they scatter at once for work, and within a few weeks, in at least half a dozen States, miniature Fisk Universities will be in operation.

Anna M. Cahill.

ANNIVERSARY AT HAMPTON INSTITUTE, VIRGINIA.

In beauty, interest and enthusiasm Hampton anniversary days abate nothing as years go on. The seventeenth anniversary exercises were held on May 21, with a graduating class of forty-two, of whom five were Indians. Visitors were present from North and South, East and West, and such expressions as "The half was not told me!" and "Why didn't I bring my wife?" were frequent, as usual.

Of the morning examinations, one of the most interesting was a general exercise conducted by the chaplain, in review of the current news of the world, which is daily read and discussed with the students. Victor Hugo, French and English politics, the Afghan trouble, Russia and Nihilism, Irish Nationalists, France and China, England and Egypt, were touched in the questions, and the answers and general interest showed the value of this daily exercise. In the ancient history class, printed questions were shuffled and distributed among the students, and question and answer were spoken out promptly by each scholar, giving an attractive quickness and vivacity to the recitation. The class of little Indian geographers stood before a table on which was a miniature United States made of sand, with its Eastern elevations, its great central plains, and its high Western ranges. A thread of blue worsted, put in place by the young world-builders, simulated the Mississippi, while cities (in the guise of white buttons) sprang up with a rapidity unknown even in the great West. The practice-teaching class is always of especial interest and significance, as over ninety per cent of Hampton's students devote themselves to teaching as their life mission. A dozen little bright-eyed, brown-faced primaries from the "Butler" training school received a geography lesson from one of the senior girls, criticised by her class-mates. Its grand finale was a miniature volcanic eruption, creating a sensation among the Butler mites.

The industrial exhibits and the training shops, with their Negro and Indian apprentices, attracted interested attention, as usual.

The emotions of anniversary day culminated in the afternoon exercises, in which were several incidents of unusual interest. The pretty and graceful salutatorian, fair as most of her hearers, was introduced as a young representative of the family of faithful Mary Peake, who, just escaped from slavery herself, taught the first "contraband school" at Hampton. This introduction roused the war-memories of Rev. Dr. Strieby, who, greeting the young girl as she stepped on the platform, told the story of the first missionary sent down to Old Point by the American Missionary Association, his reception by the contrabands as an angel of deliverance, and his first school, opened Sept. 17, 1861, with Mary Peake as its teacher, till she gave up her life in the work for her people.

The pastor's class was represented by a Baptist minister from Hampton, who gave an account of the Old and New ministry, somewhat characteristic of both. This pastor's class has become an interesting feature of Hampton, with a mission of peace and good-will to both races and all sects and sections. Now in its second year, it numbers, as pupils, 17 colored pastors of Hampton and vicinity. Baptist and Methodist; and as teachers Rev. Mr. Frissell, chaplain, and Rev. Mr. Tolman, ex-chaplain of the school, Northern Congregationalist ministers, with Miss Alice Bacon, who thus worthily wears her venerated fathers mantle, and the Southern white ministers from Hampton, Episcopal, Baptist and Methodist, in unity of spirit that is verily "a good and a pleasant thing to see." The studies are the Bible and Bible history, pastoral theology and composition. In cultivating better understanding and kindly relations between these colored and white neighbors, and the relations of the school with both, as well as in helping meet the great need of an intelligent ministry, this pastor's class is doing important work. Some of its members board at the school, working their way in part like the other students, sometimes entering their classes. Some are helped to come by their congregations, who appreciate the opportunity.

A handsome gold medal, presented by Mr. W. J. Demorest, of New York City, was awarded to Harris Barrett, of the senior class, for excellence in the junior elementary studies, the three R's, geography, grammar and spelling, in which the whole class were examined for the prize without special review, only one falling below an average of 50 per cent. on all, and five averaging above 90—a better showing than some Northern college seniors could make, I fear.

As usual, some of the school's former graduates returned to tell the story of their labors, and nearly fifty were present on the invitation yearly renewed to all.

The valedictorian was the youngest of a family of one sister and four brothers, children of a minister, who have graduated at the school, the last two with the honor of the valedictory.

The Indian graduates were represented by two of their number, a young man of the Sac and Fox tribe, Indian Territory, who gave his own reasons for claiming and desiring citizenship for his people, which were: 1st, that the Indian also is a child of the Father; 2d, that he was once owner of the land; 3d, that without this protection and help he must perish; 4th, that with it he can become a useful member of the nation, a man among men. An Indian girl plead eloquently for the Indian woman, and protested against the use of "savage" as a synonym of Indian, since "there are also yellow savages, black savages and white savages." The representations of the past, present and future of Indian life will not soon be forgotten by those who saw them. The past's barbaric glories were typified by a tall young brave and Indian girl in the beautiful dress of the wilderness. They stood silent, like a vision of the ancient days, while their story was told. The present's pathos was represented by "Lo" the very "poor Indian" and squaw in shabby blankets, bewailing—as their Indian interpreter explained—the loss of lands and buffalo, asking where to go next—"white man everywhere"; the future's hope by a promising pair of Hampton students, able to speak for themselves, work for themselves and teach their people, with their white brethren's help, in the Christian's road. As the three groups stood in striking tableau—a visible embodiment of truth which I wish every white citizen of the United States could have seen and taken to heart—their comrades of the Indian school rose behind them, and started a Dakota hymn, recognized by the melody as "From Greenland's Icy Mountains," or, as interpreted to Indian understanding, "From the very distant cold land—from the hot land far away." As the plaintive strain died away, it was taken up in English in the richer chorus of their colored schoolmates, and the whole audience, rising, joined in the grand third verse, "Shall we whose souls are lighted," with effect not to pass from their hearts.

Diplomas were presented by Rev. Dr. Strieby, vice-president of the Board of Trustees, to the graduating class of seventeen colored and three Indian young women, and twenty colored and two Indian young men, 42 in all. Eloquent addresses were made also by Rev Dr. McVickar of Philadelphia, and Rev. Dr. Armstrong of Norfolk, imprisoned once by General Butler because he would pray for Jefferson Davis, but now thanking God for the new order, and rejoicing in Negro education.

GREGORY INSTITUTE, WILMINGTON, N. C.

The year at Gregory Institute, as usual, has been a busy one, both in school and out. As a worthy colored member of our church expressed it, "We are tormented with Christian work at Wilmington." We have had this year a total enrollment of 284 pupils, and the percentage of attendance has never been greater. The pupils have, as a rule, worked well, and in many cases the progress has been very marked. While we are not completely satisfied with the results, yet there has been very much to encourage our labors. The Lord has been merciful in keeping the workers in good health, and there has been no death and but few cases of sickness among the pupils.

The last week was taken up with examinations, both oral and written, and in perfecting arrangements for the anxiously looked-for event among our people, the closing exhibition.

Such a clamoring for tickets one never heard. Of course, not one-fourth asked for could be issued, for lack of room; but, as far as possible, the parents were admitted. Although a thunder-storm, lasting about an hour, came up just as the doors were opened, the people continued to pour in until the hall was as full as an egg, upwards of 500 finding seats.

The programme, which was a long and varied one, was carried out without any drawback whatever, thanks to the untiring efforts of the teachers and of Mr. and Mrs. Dodge, who all planned so well to make it a success. For three and one-half hours the audience gave the closest attention, and the comments since have been very flattering. Several, including some Northerners, have declared it to be the best exhibition they ever attended.

It would tire you to read the entire programme, so I will mention and describe briefly only a few of the pieces, though all were as creditably rendered as if it were a white school, with the singing perhaps better. The pupils, without exception, acquitted themselves nobly, and their neat appearance was worthy of special mention.

You would have been pleasantly entertained had you witnessed the Missionary Colloquy, in which 20 girls, some taken from each department of the school, took part. First came a girl bearing the American flag and representing America, who spoke, and was then followed by another girl with a Bible, representing Christianity. Next came singly nine girls in costume, each to represent a heathen nation, and making an earnest plea for the Gospel. Then followed a band of nine little American missionary workers, each stepping to the front and telling how she had earned her money which she was about to give to the noble cause. After dropping her gift in a basket held by "America," she repeated these words: "O happy, happy child am I, to serve the Lord of earth and sky;" then taking her place, another came forward in the same way until all had spoken. "America" now hands her basket, with its treasure, to Christianity, whom she addresses; then both turn and address the heathen in concert. In the time, missionary hymns were sweetly sung by the girls, and the piece, as presented, was one of the finest I ever saw.

The doll drill was another interesting part of the evening's entertainment. The little primary girls went through the different evolutions with almost military precision, eliciting rounds of applause.

So I might name many pieces of almost equal interest, but suffice it for me to mention further only the closing. This was "The Cross and Crown," consisting of tableaux and recitations taken mostly from "The Cross-Bearer." The time occupied in this was fully 45 minutes; and although the hour was so late, our audience did not fail to appreciate this beautiful piece. Several of the older people being asked which piece they liked best, replied, "I believe I liked the one with the angel best."

A very important part of the evening's work must not be omitted from mention. This was the presentation of certificates to the graduating class on the completion of the Elementary Normal Course ending with the 10th year or grade. The members of this class, one young man and two young ladies, have been reared up in our school, and would be a credit to any school. This is the first graduation from the course; and although the class is small, it has incited others to say, "I mean to stick to the school until I can stand where they did."

We think the entertainment was filled with sermons, and we trust that the influence produced may be all for good.

Geo. A. Woodard.

RELIGIOUS INTEREST IN TALLADEGA.

The second Sabbath in May was a notable day with our college church at Talladega. It was a feast of ingathering.

As early as eight o'clock a band of young men assembled on the banks of Talladega Creek, that three of their number might be immersed. It was a lovely spring morning, and the green banks, the running waters, the sweet air, the bright sunshine, the hymns, the prayers, the remarks of the pastor, and the Sacrament itself (administered by Rev. Spencer Snell, the pastor having had a congestive chill the preceding week, and being forbidden to go into the water) were full of solemnity and sweet instruction.

Two hours later we met again in the college chapel. One of the most pressing needs of this church is a house of worship. There has not been, rain or shine, since I came here, a Sabbath congregation that was not too large for our chapel. Growth is impossible. How it will be during the college vacation, I cannot say; but during this college year it has always been uncomfortably crowded, and every Sabbath has overflowed up on to the platform. This morning all seats were filled and extra benches occupied. The Lord's table was spread for His people, and after a sermon from the text, "How can this man give us his flesh to eat?" forty were received into the fellowship of the church and welcomed to the table. Of these, thirty were baptized by sprinkling. To those acquainted with the ways and prejudices of these people, the fact that we sprinkled thirty, while we immersed only three (these three were mature men), will be full of significance. None others asked to be immersed, or suggested it.

This addition to our church embraced about one-third of the number professing conversion during our recent series of meetings, conducted by Brother Field. Others will come to us, but many who are students here will join the churches at their homes. The success of those meetings, reaching as they did every student in the college buildings, with a single exception, was so notable that a word as to the manner in which they were conducted may be of interest.

The beginning of the extra meetings was providentially postponed more than once. They did not begin with the coming of the new pastor in the fall, nor with the week of prayer, nor with the day of prayer for colleges. These occasions were all used, but our extra meetings did not begin until the desire for them and the feeling of our great need of the Divine blessing had grown strong in the church, nor until they had been talked and prayed over, prepared and planned for.

The meetings were held for a special purpose. They were for the salvation of the students of the College. Students and church members, teachers, professors, president and pastor—we all felt this truth. But when every member of the College who felt that he was not a Christian, was asked to write his or her name on a slip of paper, and put it into the contribution basket at the chapel door when coming into the first meeting—and lest any should fail, from any cause, to give us his own name, every student was asked to furnish the name of any unsaved fellow-student of whom he knew—the real object sought in the meetings was brought home to every member of the College and Church. When we had the list of names (with hardly an exception they furnished their own names), we were vividly reminded of the individuals for whom we were working and praying, and they knew, every one, that we were definitely working and praying for them. This gave a feeling of practical, concentrated work, such as seldom attends such meetings.

Excepting this, there were no unusual means employed. The truth was very earnestly and simply preached. Immediate decision for Christ was pressed. Personal efforts were conscientiously made by teachers and students. Little prayer meetings, where from two to a dozen met for special prayer, were frequent, and the Lord blessed all the means used.

Since the close of the protracted meeting, each Sabbath-school class has had its own weekly prayer meeting—a means of great good. Also a general young Christians' prayer meeting has been held weekly. In it effort has been made, not only to lead these new converts to take part in prayer and conference, but to instruct them upon some points too often neglected. Those who on this day united with the church could each, I think, give an intelligent statement of reasons why they should unite with the church; and, in so uniting, why they gave public assent to a confession of faith, and why they joined in covenant with God and his people.

Mason Noble.

LETTER FROM REV. J. H. PARR, AUSTIN, TEXAS.

Marked revivals have been in progress in all the colored churches of the city. With all the noise and superstition, we cannot doubt that there are not a few genuine conversions. And yet, while our students attend these meetings only to a limited extent, the influence upon them tends to interfere with our religious work.

Last week it was my privilege to attend the meeting of the North Texas Association, held at Cleburne. Tillotson church, on application, was cordially admitted to membership. The same cordiality and courtesy were extended to Brother McLean, late of Talladega College, who applied for membership in his own behalf. Rev. J. W. Roberts, representing the colored church of Dallas, was also present. The dignified, scholarly bearing of both these brethren won for them golden opinions from all who listened to their reports and remarks. Not a few of those who were present at the various sessions were Southerners, but apparently none the less interested on that account. It was my fortune to be entertained by an ex-slaveholder, who served in the Confederate army through the war, but who nevertheless is a warm friend of the Congregational church in his town, and contributes to its support.

The moderator and scribe of the association, seated side by side through the meetings, presented a striking contrast. The first was a business man, born in New England, quick, keen, decisive and energetic, an officer in the Union army through the war, since that time engaged in business in Texas, now the possessor of a large fortune, and thoroughly identified with, and enthusiastic concerning, the material and spiritual interests of his adopted State.

The second was the pastor of the leading Congregational Church of the State, born in the South, educated for the law, a soldier in the Confederate army, for a time almost a wreck morally and physically, but now, by the grace of God, "clothed and in his right mind," dignified, magnetic, an earnest, reverent student of the Bible, an able preacher and a beloved pastor.

Thus, with representatives of the North and the South, the East and the West, the white race and the black, America, Sweden and Ireland, we had at least one marked feature of the Pentecost. But aside from that, the manifest presence of the Spirit, and the consequent harmony and good-fellowship, rendered our meeting in a still more important degree like that season which was the beginning of such a wonderful regeneration in the history of the world. It may be accepted, I doubt not, as one of the signs of the regeneration that is going on in the South, which is less wonderful only in the fact of being local rather than world-wide.

THE OLD COMMISSARY BUILDING.

We held a series of revival meetings at South Williamsburgh, in the old commissary building. Wish some of the good people of the North, who meet in churches and chapels, plastered and nicely warmed, and comfortably seated, could have dropped in upon us and spent an hour. Of course, they would have had the back-ache and cold feet, and, perhaps, carried away a flea or two, even in March, but they would have gone home saying, "If people can meet in such a place, some refined, intelligent ladies even, and continue to go night after night, I ought to be very, very willing to go to my church whenever the Lord calls a meeting and my presence and voice are necessary." But that you may appreciate the contrast with your pleasant place of meeting, let me take you to the old commissary building.

It's a box-house; that is, it's made of boards set upright and nailed at the bottom and middle and top to joists. Over this crazy structure sets a roof made of long oaken shingles hewn with the broad axe. Step inside of the building, which will hold 125 people, and see the whole construction. Rough boards with the curve of the circular saw on them and now dingy with smoke, make the sides; oaken shingles black with smoke, slope above.

A "cannon stove" sends most of its smoke through a rusty pipe up through a piece of sheet iron to the air. The sparks, and now and then a star, shine through about the pipe. Newspapers pasted over the widest cracks on the sides of the room keep out the heaviest drafts. I remember one night when it was snowing (even here, in March), a flurry of wind brought down a glistening shower on the shoulders of the congregation. The roof usually turns water, however.

Please stand here by the door and talk to the people. Feet get cold? I don't wonder. The door was made an inch and a half too short. You ask "why in the name of health don't you fix it?" Well, just sit there against the wall. You sit down, and a projecting horizontal joist takes you right in the back of the neck and makes you crane your head forward in a most uncomfortable way. Poor place to get asleep; one would pitch right forward on the floor. You see, if we commenced to "fix up," we wouldn't know where to begin, for one lack is as great as another. One night we held a meeting in that building, and before morning the thermometer fell to zero. We need a good stove; that one is full of cracks in front, so we always left a boy to watch after meeting till the fire died out. We just make the house do; strips have been laid on the floor, paper pasted over the wall gaps, seats of rough boards set in the building, windows tightened, and there we gathered. God's Spirit met us in spite of cold and dinginess and needs. I believe ten or twelve rose for prayers during those two weeks. Since warm weather Brother Myers has continued the meetings, and I trust a score or more have given their hearts to the Lord.

Jas. T. Ford.

STUDENT'S LETTER.

Talladega College, Talladega, Ala., April, 1885.

It is wonderful to notice how many and what interesting changes may take place during the few years of one's life. The first eleven years of my life I spent as a slave, but I have lived to see these glorious days of freedom. I was born upon my master's plantation in Monroe County, Ala., where I lived till 1865, when I was set at liberty with the rest of my unfortunate brethren.

While living upon that plantation I saw many of the horrors of slavery with my own eyes. One of the mean and degrading things I remember was the way the slaves had to live, crowded together in one house. There were three or four different families, consisting of twelve or fifteen persons, all living in the same room. There was only one house for colored people, and it had only one room.

Although my master did not have so many slaves and was not so mean as some other slave-holders about him, still, the treatment which his slaves received was shockingly cruel. I remember very distinctly the paddling block, the paddle, and the great whip used upon that place. There comes very vividly before my mind the whipping of a hired man. I know just how every rag of clothes was taken off, and how he was tied down in the front yard between the gate and the house, so that he could not move hand or foot, and how the master would whip him a while and walk about and smoke his pipe a while, as the poor hired slave lay upon the ground and cried for mercy, but there was none to help him.

Whenever my thoughts go back to those dark days, I recollect the time when my own brother ran away because he was not willing to take the whipping which the master wanted to give him late one afternoon. I think of how the bloodhounds came, and how they chased him, while mother, brothers, and fellow-slaves stood trembling, and how glad all were when we learned that the dogs could not catch him.

If I could forget all other heart-rending scenes of those dark days, I could not erase from my memory the cruel treatment which I saw my own mother receive. Though I was small, I think of how I used to see her work hard, and how she was scolded and cursed as she was driven about like a dog. I saw her laid upon that paddling-block, and I heard her distressing cries, but, like the rest of her children, I could do nothing.

I love to contrast my present condition with what it was a few years ago, and as I do so I do not forget the A. M. A., whose workers found me in the lowest depths of ignorance and helped me up. When liberated, soon after the surrender, I could not read a word and did not know a letter. I do not remember that I had ever seen the inside of a book of any kind. It was in 1867 that I learnt the alphabet upon the plantation by the light of pine knots. During the years 1868 and 1869 I was a rag-picker in the streets of Mobile. God has led me on, and now I am a student in Talladega College, and expect soon to have finished a course of study which will enable me to go forth to lead men to Christ and to teach them better methods of living. I speak of this contrast not boastfully, but humbly and with deep gratitude to God, who took me from the woes and degradation of slavery and has given me a double freedom. I am so glad for the schools the A. M. A. has in the South; I am so glad for what they have done for me. Through one of these schools I was led to Christ. Soon after that I felt called to the ministry; and in Talladega College I am permitted to finish a course of study, and to some degree equip myself for the work of life. All praise to an organization that seeks for poor, ignorant and sinful men, leads them to Christ, instructs them, and then sends them out to bless the world.

A Student.

OBITUARY.

MRS. H. M. STEVENS.

Another veteran teacher of the A. M. A. has been called home to her rest. On the morning of May 7, at her home in St. Albans, Vt., Mrs. H. M. Stevens, known to A. M. A. workers as Miss E. M. Barnes, of Bakersfield, Vt., fell asleep after a severe and painful sickness of several mouths.

Miss Barnes entered the service of the Association in 1865 and left it in 1882, to minister to her devoted friend and fellow laborer, Miss Sarah A. G. Stevens, in her last sickness. When released from this service of love her own health prevented her return to the Southern work. Her first year was spent at Arlington, Va. She spent six years in the Lewis High School, Macon, Ga., four years in the Le Moyne Institute, Memphis, Tenn., and her last six in Fisk University—seventeen years of devoted, earnest and fruitful labor in behalf of the colored youth in the South.

Since leaving the South her life has been a pleasant and useful one as Mrs. Stevens, the wife of a devoted husband and an earnest and zealous Christian woman in the city and the church where her lot was cast. The testimony to her nobility and earnestness of character was manifested in signal ways by the church and people during her sickness, and she has evidently left behind a precious memory of her short life in St. Albans. I have before me a letter written to a teacher in Fisk University less than three weeks before her death, and it will interest her friends to learn how the years of her life which she spent in the work of giving help to the struggling colored youth of the South looked to her as she lay upon her dying bed in her pleasant home surrounded by the friends that loved her so well.

She wrote: "I thank the Lord for the years He gave me in that Southern land. Those seventeen years were the hardest, happiest and most satisfying of my life. I have ever thanked God for giving me a place among that noble band of workers. I have arranged to establish a permanent scholarship at Fisk, so that my influence will still live there after I am gone. I loved the work there more than any other I have ever done. In all my weakness I am resting in the Everlasting Arms, and find there strength sufficient to support, trusting entirely to the blood that cleanseth from all sin and saves unto the uttermost."

The news of Mrs. Stevens' death was telegraphed to Fisk University, and on the Sunday night following, an impressive memorial service was held in the chapel of Livingstone Hall. The story of her life and labors, as told by those who knew her well, produced a deep impression upon the students, and will bear in their lives fruit in greater consecration and the spirit of self-sacrifice. The testimony borne by several of the young men who were about to graduate, and one who had already graduated, to the influence exerted on their lives and character by Mrs. Stevens was the highest tribute that could have been paid to the gentleness, nobility and spirituality of her character. To her counsel, encouragement and sympathy they felt they were indebted for their best inspiration. Her influence lives in the world, and will continue to increase through the lives and labors of others whom she led to the feet of their Lord, and to consecration to the uplifting of their race. May the spirit of Mrs. Stevens continue to be the spirit of those who represent the A. M. A. in its work for the uplifting of a depressed but struggling race!

E. M. Cravath.

MISS O. E. GOODRIDGE.

Died, at Talladega, Ala., May 25, 1885, Miss O. E. Goodridge, of Saratoga Springs, N. Y.

Miss Goodridge was born in St. Lawrence County, N. Y., of a godly and New England ancestry. She became a Christian in her earliest years and joined the church when but a child. From the beginning she was instructed in the Scriptures, which can make wise unto salvation, and her nature, less rugged than that of some, was well perfected by grace. Seeking usefulness in needy fields, she offered herself to the A. M. A., and last year began her work in Talladega, where she proved herself a devoted and successful teacher, a woman of great refinement and goodness, and a faithful servant of Christ. Herself a disciple sitting at Jesus' feet, she never forgot her Master in her teaching, while her unconscious influence was powerful for good. Her illness was but of a few days' duration, nor was it considered fatal until within a few hours of the end. Winning in person and of rare beauty of character, she has greatly endeared herself to her associates and to all who knew her. Though death came suddenly it did not find her unprepared. Her hope was in Christ, and her end was a peaceful falling asleep.

H. S. De Forest.