MISS COLLINS.

Our friends will recollect Miss Collins's visit to the East, and many will cherish a very pleasant remembrance of her addresses at Lake Mohonk and elsewhere. We give below extracts from a letter received from her, presenting a vivid picture of her experience in crossing the Missouri River with the ice breaking up, the loss of her clothing, and her subsequent labors among her people at home.

I was so late in returning from the meetings at Oahe, though I hurried as fast as possible, that the river was frozen, detaining us nearly three weeks. The ice broke, letting the wagon with all my winter supplies go down. My trunks with all my clothing also went down. It wholly ruined all the clothing which could not be washed. My best dress was a frozen block of ice when I took it out—can never be worn again, and, in fact, all my clothes were ice. I was so thankful that no lives were lost that it hardly seems worth speaking of. I find myself poorer, if not wiser. I am worked down at present. Have kept "open house" now for two weeks, and my head refuses to be worked any further. Miss Emerson must wait for my letter. After Christmas I can write. I have so many patients, and so much work to take care of spoiled clothes and provisions, and to look out for winter supplies again, that I am not in a condition to write.