no children’s hymn book in Arabic, and I asked Mr. B. to promise the children that when I had learned the Arabic, I would translate a collection of children’s hymns into Arabic, which promise was fulfilled first in the printing of the “Douzan el Kethar,” “The tuning of the Harp,” in 1861.  Katrina was the daughter of Elias Subra, one of the wealthiest men in the village, who had just then become a Protestant.  She had been interested in the truth for some time, and though at the time only eight years old, was accustomed during the preceding summer to tell the Arab children that she was a Protestant, though they answered her with insults and cursing.  At first she could not bear to be abused, and answered them in language more forcible than proper, but by the time of my visit she had become softened and subdued in her manner, and was never heard to speak an unkind word to any one.  She undertook, even at that age, to teach the Greek servant girl in the family how to read.  One day the old Greek Priest met her in the street and asked her why she did not go to confession as the other Greek children do.  She replied that she could go to Christ and confess.  The priest then said that her father and the rest of the Protestants go to the missionary and write out their sins on papers which he puts into rat holes in the wall!  Katrina knew this to be a foolish falsehood and told the priest so.  He then asked her how the Protestants confess.  She replied that they confess as the Lord Jesus tells them to, quoting to him the language of Scripture, (Matt. 6:6.) “But thou when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut the door, pray to thy Father which is in secret, and thy Father who seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.”  The priest was confounded by the ready truthful answer of the child, and turned away.

Three years later Katrina was a member of the Mission Female Seminary in Suk el Ghurb, a village three hours distant from Beirut, under the instruction of Miss Temple and Miss Johnson, and continued there until the Seminary was broken up by the massacres of May and June, 1860.  I remember well the day when that procession of girls and teachers rode and walked down from Suk el Ghurb to Beirut.  All Southern Lebanon was in a blaze.  Twenty-five villages were burning.  Druze and Maronite were in deadly strife.  Baabda and Hadeth which we passed on our way to Beirut, were a smoking ruin.  Armed bodies of Druzes passed and saluted us, but no one offered to insult one of the girls by word or gesture.  Dr. and Mrs. Bliss gave us lunch at their home in the Suk as we came from Abeih, and then followed a few days later to Beirut.  Miss Temple tried to re-open the school in Beirut, but the constant tide of refugees coming in from the mountains, and the daily rumors of an attack by Druzes and Moslems on Beirut, threw the city into a panic, and it was found impossible to carry on the work of instruction.  The girls were sent to their parents where this was