This change is very largely due to the efforts of Mrs. De Forest, whose name with that of her sainted husband is embalmed in the memory of the Christian families of Syria, and will be held in everlasting remembrance.  The second generation of Christian teachers is now growing up in Syria.  Three of Mrs. De Forest’s pupils have daughters now engaged in teaching.  Khushfeh, Lulu, and Sada el Haleby; and Miriam Tabet has a daughter married to Mr. S. Hallock, of the American Press in Beirut.

FRUITS OF DR. DE FOREST’S GIRL’S SCHOOL.

In the autumn of 1852, there was a school of thirty girls in B’hamdun, a village high up in Mt.  Lebanon.  Fifteen months before the teacher was the only female in the village who could read, and she had been taught by the native girls in Dr. De Forest’s school.  Quite a number of the girls of the village had there learned to read, and they all came to the school clean and neatly dressed.  They committed to memory verses of Scripture, and it was surprising to see how correctly they recited them at the Sabbath School.  At meeting they were quiet and attentive like the best behaved children in Christian lands.  It would be difficult to sum up the results of that little school for girls twenty years ago in B’hamdun.  That village is full of gospel light.  A Protestant church edifice is in process of erection, a native pastor, Rev. Sulleba Jerawan, preaches to the people, and the mass of the people have at least an intellectual acquaintance with the truth.

The picturesque village of B’hamdun, where Dr. De Forest’s school is established, is on the side of a lofty mountain.  It is nearly 4000 feet above the level of the Mediterranean Sea.  The village is compact as a little city, the streets narrow, rocky and crooked, the houses flat-roofed, and the floors of mud.  One of the Protestants, the father of Miriam Tabet, has built a fine large house with glass windows and paved floors, which is one of the best houses in that part of Lebanon.  The village is surrounded by vineyards, and the grapes are regarded as the finest in Mt.  Lebanon.  The people say that they never have to dig for the foundation of a house, but only to sweep off the dust with a broom.  There is not a shade tree in the village.  One day Dr. De Forest asked, “Why don’t you plant a tree?” “We shall not live till it has grown,” was the reply.  “But your children will,” said the Doctor.  “Let them plant it then,” was the satisfactory answer.

My first visit to B’hamdun was made in February, 1856, a few days after my first arrival in Syria.  On Sabbath morning I attended the Sabbath School with Mr. Benton, at that time a missionary of the A.B.C.F.M.  One little girl named Katrina Subra, then nine years of age, repeated the Arabic Hymn “Kumu wa Rettelu,” “Awake and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb.”  She was a bright-eyed child of fair complexion and of unusual intelligence.  At that time there was