Amid the maddening maze of things
    When tossed by storm and flood,
  To one fixed stake my spirit clings
    I know that God is good.

“I once questioned and doubted, but now I have learned to love and trust in ’Him whom the heavens must receive till the time of the restitution of all things.’  By this trust I do not mean a lazy leaning on Providence to do for us what we have ability to do for ourselves.  I think that our people need more to be taught how to live than to be constantly warned to get ready to die.  As Brother Thomas said, we are now passing through a crucial period of our history and what we need is life—­more abundant life in every fibre of our souls; life which will manifest itself in moral earnestness, vigor of purpose, strength of character and spiritual progression.”

“I do hope,” said Mr. Thomas, “that as you are among us, you will impart some of your earnestness and enthusiasm to our young people.”

“As I am a new comer here, and it is said that the people of A.P., are very sensitive to criticism, though very critical themselves and rather set and conservative in their ways, I hope that I shall have the benefit of your experience in aiding me to do all I can to help the people among whom my lot is cast.”

“You are perfectly welcome to any aid I can give you.  Just now some of us are interested in getting our people out of these wretched alleys and crowded tenement houses into the larger, freer air of the country.  We want our young men to help us fight the battle against poverty, ignorance, degradation, and the cold, proud scorn of society.  Before our public lands are all appropriated, I want our young men and women to get homesteads, and to be willing to endure privations in order to place our means of subsistence on a less precarious basis.  The land is a basis of power, and like Anteus in the myth, we will never have our full measure of material strength till we touch the earth as owners of the soil.  And when we get the land we must have patience and perseverance enough to hold it.”

“In one of our Western States is a city which suggests the idea of Aladdin’s wonderful lamp.  Where that city now stands was once the homestead of a colored man who came from Virginia and obtained it under the homestead law.  That man has since been working as a servant for a man who lives on 80 acres of his former section, and who has plotted the rest for the city of C.”

“How did he lose it?”

“When he came from the South the country was new and female labor in great demand.  His wife could earn $1.50 a day, and instead of moving on his land, he remained about forty miles away, till he had forfeited his claim, and it fell into the hands of the present proprietor.  Since then our foresight has been developing and some months since in travelling in that same State, I met a woman whose husband had taken up a piece of land and was bringing it under cultivation.  She and her children remained in town where they could all get work, and transmit him help and in a few years, I expect, they will be comfortably situated in a home owned by their united efforts.”