and at the end of the meeting it was found that $640 had been collected for another mission, making a grand total of $3,315.04, to be exact, raised within twenty minutes, for the work among the Dakota Indians.  Mr. Moody looked more bright and cheerful than he has during the conference, as he kept calling for more contributions, and his method of applying for one seldom failed.  “Col.  Esty, of Brattleboro, isn’t here, but he’s all right, so we’ll put him down for $100,” he remarked, as the interest flagged for a moment, and that was the signal for a laugh and another name was sent up.  Altogether it was the most enthusiastic and thoroughly roused audience of the session.

The Widow’s Mite.
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      We gladly subjoin the following brief note from Mrs. Mary E.
      Fairbanks, of St. Johnsbury, Vt., addressed to Rev. Mr.
      Shelton.  We appreciate, as she does, the gift of the widow.

“Please find enclosed (stamps) .50 for the Indian work.  A few days after you were with us, a poor widow, aged and feeble, brought some sewing which she had done for me, and for which I paid her $2.50.  She handed back fifty cents, asking me if I could in any way send it to Mr. Shelton for the work among the Indians.  ‘A widow’s mite,’ she said.  I told her I would be very glad to do it.  I think the Lord must have looked with favor on her gift.  I have often sent to her missionary papers, magazines, etc., and know she had greatly enjoyed the reading.  You certainly touched her heart, as you did many others.  I hope the Lord is fulfilling your desires.”

The Chinese
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The Pictures
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Dr. Pond has sent us two pictures which we are glad to insert in this number.  Of one of them he says:  “It is a photograph of our Oroville Mission House, pupils, teachers, etc.  The taller of the two white men in light clothing is the young pastor of our church at Oroville, who is a real helper; the other is myself.  The two white ladies are Miss Deuel, former teacher, on the right, and Miss Keifer, the present teacher, sitting next to me.  The little American boy is her nephew, greatly interested in the school.  The little Chinese boy is a child whom the brethren have partially and after a sort adopted, and who is very bright and promising and means to be a Christian.  Our helper, Chung Moi, stands directly behind me; but the picture does him injustice.  He has a very prepossessing face.  The one who stands on the left of Miss Deuel (i.e. at her right hand) is Gee Jet, the deacon of our little church and the stand-by of the mission.  The trees in the rear grow at the water’s edge of Feather River.  The building, as you observe, is of brick, topped out with a shake roof put on by our brethren after the last (of two or three I believe) sweeping fires to which the little structure refused to succumb.  It belongs to ex-Governor Perkins of this State—­once a merchant in Oroville—­and has been used by us for ten years or more, ever since our mission was established, free of rent.”