A mile and more she ran in the burning sun for ice, and no herb that grew on “Petit Anse” from which a decoction could be made, was left untried, until ice, herbs, and a tough constitution prevailed, and I was able to ride home.  I offered pay, but it was almost indignantly refused.  I wish space would allow me to tell a hundred stories to illustrate their kind-heartedness, not only to each other, but to strangers, and even to their old masters and mistresses.

Their Christian faith is something wonderful.  It has been my blessed privilege to be at the bedside of several young people as the death angel hovered near, and nowhere did I ever feel so near the pearly gates.  Such pure faith and perfect confidence, such perfect resignation, one could almost hear the rustle of the wings as Azrael bent down to take the sweet spirit home.

They have gained much in stability of character.  Frivolity and silly nonsense are not the rule.  Our boys and girls who go out to teach, carry a load of responsibility with them.  Some of the parishes have been almost entirely transformed by their work.  Three of our boys last summer built the school houses in which they taught, the people contributing time, lumber and money, and they are the only school houses in the State, outside of the large towns, that were built for, or are fit for, the purpose.  Two of them have halls above for meetings, are fitted up with blackboards, desks, etc.  The stories our boys tell of their efforts to introduce modern appliances and methods, remind me of those I used to hear from the old veterans Barnard, Camp, and others, of their struggles in the early days in Connecticut.

They have grown in cleanliness and industry beyond expression.  When I first came here, it was sometimes harder to get a bit of work done than to do it myself.  Now, it is a pleasure to work with them.

In nothing, perhaps, has there been so great a gain as in the habit of reading.  The progress in this is simply astonishing, and cannot be described in a few words.  Seven years ago, there was hardly a reader in the school.  Now, many of our young people come to my library and, looking over my books, talk of them and their authors as intelligently as young people of the same age in Massachusetts would.

I conclude by saying that, in this far-away corner, God has greatly blessed the efforts made by faithful teachers, and there is every cause for encouragement and hope.

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OBITUARY.

Another of our educated, consecrated and useful colored pastors has passed away.  Rev. Welborn Wright, pastor of the Second Congregational Church of Lawrence, Kansas, died at his home, August 14th, of consumption.  He was born in South Carolina, and had been pastor of the church in Lawrence over six years.  He was a man of thought, earnest in his convictions, and had acquired a large influence over his own people.  His church had prospered greatly under his care.