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THE LAND OF THE LONG AGO.
There's a dear old home tn the Ear Away,
A soft, snug nest where the children play,
A realm of rest where the old folks stay.
In the Land of Long Ago.
There's a dear old home where the roses
twine,
And the frutt bangs ripe on the tree and
vine;
Where the Kates were good to me and mine
In the Land of the Long Ago.
Oh, never a map shall pot nt that plane;
Nor ever the drift of time erase,
But the hungering heart the lines shall trace
Os the Land of the Long Ago.
And ever the tide of my life's swift stream
Bolls back to the bay of a blissful dream,
And 1 live and laugh in the glint and gleam
Os the Land of Long Ago.
On the north mid south are the Joy and rest
Os sister’s smile and a mother’s breast;
And n father s love to the east and west
Os the Land of the Long Agtf.
We shall all come back from the desert,
"Sigh,”
We shall all come home to the “Soul's Re
ply,”
We shall a 1 nturn In the •By and By”
To the Land of the Long Ago.
—Nixon Waterman,ln L. A. W. Bulletin.
Dolly’s Letter.
The following anecdote, from the
Detroit Free Press, is about a com
mercial traveler who, on arriving at
a hotel, asked at once for letters. One
was given him by the clerk, which he
read eagerly, then kissed it tenderly.
Some of the men standing near laugh
ed aloud and joked the man about his
"best girl.” The man coolly offered
to let them read the epistle.
“I guess not,” said the one who had
been loudest in demanding it. “We
like to chaff a little, but I hope we are
gentlemen. The young lady would
hardly care to have her letter read by
this crowd,” and he looked reproach
fully at his friend.
“But I insist upon it,” was the an
swer. "There is nothing in it to be
ashamed of, except the spelling; that
is a little shaky, I’ll admit, but she
won’t care in the least. Read it, Har
dy, and judge for yourself.”
Thus urged, Hardy took up the let
ter shame-facedly enough and read it.
There were only a few words. First
he laughed, then swallowed suspici
ously, and as he finished he threw it
on the table again and rubbed his
hand across his eyes as if troubled
with dimness of vision.
"Pshaw!” he said, “if I had a love
letter like that”—and then he was
silent.
"Fair play!” cried one of the others,
with an uneasy laugh.
“I'll read it to you, boys,” said their
friend, seeing that they made no move
to take it. "and I think you'll agree
with me that it’s a model love letter.”
And this is what he read:
My owen deer PaPa —I sa mi PRairs
every nite annd Wen I kis yure Pic
ture I ASK god to bless you gOOd bi
PaPa yure best gurl,
DOLLY.
For a moment or ’two the company
remained silent, while the little letter
passed from hand to hand, and you
would have said that every one had
hay fever by the sniffing that was
heard.
Then Hardy jumped to his feet:
“Three eheers for Dolly, and three
cheers for Dick's best girl!”
1 aey were given with a will.
The Angel of the Home.
She does not make any fuss about
it, nor ask to have a reporter at her
elbow. But her sunny heart of self
forgetting love will not let her nands
be at rest while there is any bit of
helpful service she can render. If she
can without observation slip the burnt
roll of undercrust on her plate it is
done. If some one must stay at home
when there is a day’s outing, she tells,
with music in every tone, how glad
she will be to be left quietly behind
and have time all to herself to do ever
so many things she has in mind. Anu
none suspect from word or tone how
great the sacrifice to give up the
pleasure.
Her quick eye detects the oversight
or neglect on the part of another, and
she quickly hastens to remedy tne
matter, careful that none shall know
her hand has made up another’s fail
ure. Is a harsh round of judgment
started by some ill-advised criticism?
She deftly and tenderly drops the gen
tlest, the sweetest possible word for
the criticized one, and switches the
conversation to other topics.
Do we not all recognize this "an
gel?” We call her mother, wife, sis
ter. In the glory-land they will call
her saint.—The Contributor.
Short Serir.ois for Boys.
An exchange gives these four excel
lent short sermons for boys, some of
which may be applicable to girls as
well:
A Swedish boy fell out of a window
and was badly hurt, but with clinched
lips he kept back the cry of pain. The
king, Gustavus Adolphus, who saw
him fall, prophesied that the boy
would make a man for an emergency.
And so he did, for he became the fa
mous General Bauer.
A boy used to crush the flowers to
get their color, and painted the white
siue of his father’s cottage in Tyrol
with all sorts of pictures, which the
mountaineers gazed at as wonderful.
He was the great artist, Titian.
An old painter watched a little fel
low who amused himself making draw
ings of his pot and brushes, easel and
stool, and said: "That boy will beat
me one day.” So he did, for he was
Michael Angelo.
A German boy was reading a blood
and-thunder novel. Right in the
midst of it he said to himself: “Now,
this will never do. I get too much ex
cited over it. I can’t study so well
after it. So here it goes!” and he
flung the book into the river. He was
Fichte, the great German pniloso
pher.
The pious Quaker's motto: “Do all
the good you can, to all the people
you can, and in all ways you can,”
might profitably be adopted by every
church member. It accords with what
was said of a certain Hebrew in
Esther’s day, “Seeking the good of his
people and speaaing good to all his
seed.” God has sent us into the world
to benefit others. Ours ought to be no
selfish life. In all earth’s relations
we can be helpful. We can and should
soothe the weary, console the afflicted,
aid the necessitous, instruct the ig
norant, arouse the desponding, pour
oil upon the troubled waters, and min
ister to the dying. In a word, “do
good to all men as we have oppor
tunity.”—Exchange.
One of the funniest letters ever sent
to a sovereign is probably the follow
ing, received by the queen of Eng
land: “dere Mrs. Quean, i lost my
doll in the big whole in the mountain
people say you own the other side of
the world too and wont you plese tell
them to look for it.” The queen
thought it rather less trouble to send
the petitioner a new doll.
THE CHRISTIAN INDEX: THURSDAY. NOVEMBER 26,1896.
The Thanksgiving Cloak.
BY MILDRED C. WATKINS
That is what Lucy called it, her
“Thanksgiving cloak,” and then she
told me why she named it so, and why
she took it up so carefully just as if
she loved it.
You see Lucy Is my best friend, and
the very best somebody in the world,
I think, just as good as the preacher
himself, and she always makes me
feel as if there wasn’t anything worth
a cent but being good—that is, when
I am with her, I mean.
I haven’t known her so long, just
since she came to school this session;
and I thought she was awfully rich,
her clothes were so perfectly beauti
ful, and all new, but this morning she
told me all about herself and how they
were poor or had been poor, and ex
plained to me why her clothes now
are so nice and new.
But the way she happened to talk
about it, for Lucy don «. talk much
about herself, was this: They are
making up a Thanksgiving box for
the Orphanage, and we girls all began
rummaging among our clothes to see
if we couldn’t find some things to add
to it, and nearly everybody found a
cloak, or a hat, or a dress, to put in.
I gave a dress that was getting too
short for me, and then went up to
Lucy’s room to see what she had
found.
She had laid everything out on the
bed, and tuere was this horrid ugly
old cloak. It was one of those big.
clumsy warm circulars lined with
flannel, and the black had that green
brown look black sometimes turns.
It was dreadfully shabby, and I just
wondered at Lucy’s having it with her
even.
I touched it and asked, “Are you
going to send this? It will be com
fortable for every-day anynow for one
of those orphans.”
She shook her head and pointed to a
really stylish cape, such as were worn
last winter. “That is the one I shall
give; it was brother Will’s Thanks
giving gift to me, but yesterday a new
one came from Cousin Helen for this
Thanksgiving, and so I shall pass
Will’s in where it will bring pleasure
and comfort to some one else.”
(She showed me the new one, and
it is the handsomest I ever saw.,
I looked again at that old cloak,
made uglier by the contrast, and said:
“I don’t see why you keep this; you
can’t wear it any longer; you would
look a scarecrow in it.”
Lucy stroked it lovingly with her
hand, and laid her cheek down on it.
“It is not presentable enough for me
or anybody else to use; but this is
my sure enough ‘Thanksgiving cloak,’
even more tnan these two which were
really intended as remembrances of
the day; for last November at church
during the five minutes silent thanks
for the blessings of the year, my
prayer was, ‘I thank thee, Father, for
the ugly old cloak.’ I brougnt it with
me to remind me how God takes our
worries, those stumbling-blocks, and
makes them stepping-stones, if we
only let him.”
When Lucy says things like that,
with that kind of expression on her
face, all of a sudden I feel as if it were
Sunday, and the minister had called
out, “The Lord is in his holy temple;
let all the earth keep silence before
him.” I can’t explain it exactly, but
I think it is because I know Lucy has
seen “The Master” (she always calls
Christ “The Master”) and heard him
with her soul’s eyes and ears, and that
she feels he is right by her in the
room.
Well, of course, my curiosity was
excited and here is the story, just as I
remember it, and the reason I am
writing it is because 1 chink you can
fix it up, Aunt. Nan, and have it pub
lished after you have put it in your
better language, and shaped anu pol
ished and pruned and expanded it as
you do with the true incidents you
hear. I am not trying to express it
at all, only to set down the facts.
Lucy’s father and mother lived out
on a farm where money was very
scarce and Lucy had to scuffle around
when she needed new clothes to help
get them.
Fall before last she was obliged to
have a new cloak to be respectable and
comfortable at church. In different
ways she managed to make as much
as five dollars; by selling all the old
wraps, except this ancient fright,
which nobody would have bought, she
scraped together five dollars more. She
was so happy, sue says, w<ch that ten
dollar bill in her purse.
Well, the very morning she planned
a shopping expedition to their nearest
town, there came a leccer from a
cousin in distress asking for ten dol
lars from Lucy’s father. Mr. Warren
did 1 tell you her name was Lucy
Warren? —looked sad and shook his
head. “Heaven knows I would send
it if I had it; but I can nardly pay my
honest debts.” Mrs. Warren’s lips
quivered as she sighed, “Helen has
been so kind to me, ’tis harder on us
to refuse than it is on her to be re
fused, I imagine.”
Lucy saw the quivering lip, she saw
a tear, too, in her mother’s eye, and
that she couldn’t stand; she offered
that ten dollars, and sent it by re
turn mail to her cousin.
I wondered how Mr. and Mrs. War
ren could let her make such a sacri
fice, knowing what it meant to her,
but Lucy only laughed at my sur
prise.
“Why, mother’s shawl has seen duty
fifteen years, and father’s stand-by in
very severe weather is his army over
coat of faded gray. Mother is such
an invalid that she does not see or
hear of the new styles. When I said
something one day about not going to
church because I would be so conspic
uous in that cloak, she remarked
gently and reprovingly, ‘Man looketh
on the outward appearance, but God
on the heart,’ and I never mentioned
the subject to her again.”
So you see Lucy didn’t have much
sympathy from her people at home,
and Thanksgiving, 1893, when Will,
her brother, came home from the city,
it was worst of all; for ne vowed he
wouldn’t go to service if she wore
that “disgraceful old cloak.” And he
declared if his sister couldn’t afford
any less disreputable garment than
that cloak, there was evidently noth
ing to give thanks for, and he wouldn’t
give them.
And Lucy felt so awfully that she
went to her room and prayed about it.
It seemed to me irreverent to pray
to God about such a thing, and I ven
tured to express my opinion. Lucy
stopped and looked at me. “What
ought people to pray about? What do
you pray about?”
“Why, about being good and being
kept alive and important matters,” I
answered.
“Are those the things you think
about the most?”
“No,” I confessed, “I say my prayers
night and morning, and I believe that
is all the times they come to my
mind.”
She goes to God just as I do to you,
and tells him every thought and "talks
it over.” She “commits every bother
and trouble to God”: on that day she
laid the matter of the ugly cloak be
fore him, begging him to let her make
money for another one, and to keep
Will from getting reckless and cynical
because of their poverty; or if it was
his will, to give her courage to wear it
and not fret.
Thanksgiving day the text was, "In
everything give thanks; for this is the
will of God in Christ Jesus concerning
you.”
Her brother laughed grimly after
tney got home, saying when she could
give thanks for that cloak, then he
would beueve the sermon, every word
of it.
You would have thought Lucy had
so much faith that God would have
granted her requests immediately; in
stead that winter was the coldest we
had had for years, and Lucy not only
couldn’t escape wearing the despised
wrap, but she overheard jeering com
ments made on its shabbiness, and
she was kept, away from more than
one pleasure gathering because
ashamed to go so bauiy dressed.
“But,” here Lucy’s eyes shone wiui
that happy light that sometimes comes
in them, “God turned my thorn into
a crown of rejoicing; for Thanksgiv
ing a year ago Will came home again,
and he could hardly kiss us all around
before he called me up to his room and
opening his trunk (I had wondered
at his bringing his trunk), took out
this cape I am going to put in the
box for the orphanage, and throwing
it over my shoulders, said, ‘Wear it,
Sis, to-morrow; it is my gift to re
mind of the day’; but my thank
offering to God to-morrow will be
first of all for that very wrapping I
scorned so, for it changed my des
tiny.”
It was this way: His mother hear
ing him tease Lucy, had explained the
matter. Ashamed that he was so
much less unselfish, he went baca re
solved to save ten dollars to replace
what Lucy had given away.
That meant his giving up all his
companions, for they, though not
bad, were fond of treating to cigars,
to occasional suppers, to a glass of
wine now and then, and he was too
proud to be always a recipient of fa
vors.
As he was rather lonely, he spent
more of his evenings at the Y. M. C.
A. and was sent on Y. M. C. A. work
to nurse a sick lad.
It was nearly Christmas and he had
engaged a cloak on the two-dollars-a
mont'h installment plan, so anxious
was he for it; but the sick boy moan
ed incessantly for his mother. The
watcher by Lie bed found it was for
lack of money that the mother did
not come; it is easy to guess that he
borrowed the eight additional dollars
necessary to bring the mother to her
son. The very deed of kindness, the
careful economy he practiced until
the money could be repaid, helped to
make him a finer character.
“And now,” Lucy added, happy tears
in her eyes, “he is just a power, the
Y. M. C. A. secretary tells me, and
his employer, meeting father one day,
praised Will as one of his most relia
ble clerks right in the line of promo
tion, which he has substantiated by
increasing his salary, «nd father, re
porting to us the conversation, could
not account for one sentence the mer
chant used, but I could: ‘Your son
at first was just like the other boys;
satisfactory enough, but nothing un
usual; but when he came home from
that Thanksgiving trtrfl.e altered his
manner of spending his evenings, took
to more studying, went more to
church, and he is now an active mem
ber, whereas he hadn’t been especial
ly zealous before. Home influence, I
suppose, Mr. Warren, home influence;
you have cause to be very thankful for
your son as he is now, sir.' ”
Nor was this all; when Lucy ran
down to exhibit Will’s beautiful pres
ent and everybody was congratulating
her, there stood in the kitchen a poor
child, the daughter of a “cropper”—
that is what a renter is called in South
Carolina —one of Lucy’s pupils in
Sunday-school. This child had joined
the church and her whole family had
become regular attendants; indeed,
everybody had been surprised at how
many of this poorer class of people
had come to church and Sunday
school, for so often they make the
excuse of not having decent clothes,
and never hear a sermon.
This child whispered to Lucy: "It
is awful pretty, ma’am, enough sight
different from that other one; but 0!
I am so awful glad you wore that
other one all last winter, for if it
hadn’t been for it I mightn’t never
have knowed the Lord like I do now,
and mammy and poppy nuther. I
heerd that other lady laugh at that
cloak last Thanksgivin’, and I seed
you heerd it, an’ I went home and
told mammy and poppy if you could
wear that dreadful ugly old cloak they
could wear their things, for mammy’s
shawl wasn’t any more faded than it,
nor poppy’s coat, nuther. They went
just to see for themselves, and now
we go because we love to go, and we
told the other poor folks how bad
you looked and yet you come, and so
now we all go, all the Ridge down
here.”
I don’t wonder at Lucy’s Thanksgiv
ing prayer, do you?
I almost forget to say that her cous
in Helen’s husband found the mineral
he was prospecting for, and last sum
mer when he came to visit Mr. War
ren he discovered something, I have
forgotten the name, but it ends with
a “zite,” on the mountain-side belong
ing to Luey’s father, making his land
a great deal more valuable. Lucy’s
ten dollars had tided them over their
worst time when he was about to give
up prospecting in despair, so they
can’t be grateful enough, and that
explains about Lucy’s lovely brand
new clothes, and the handsome cloak
she has just received, too.
It turned out just like one of those
made up stories, didn’t it? But it is
true, every word of it, and I am
never, never going to believe again
that God doesn’t keep the promise
that “he will withhold no good thing
from the upright,” for that is Lucy’s
favorite verse, and consoles her for
every disappointment. He taught it to
her by the Thanksgiving cloak, she
says.
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CLlxildiu’n’e (Corner.
A CHILD’S HYMN.
Six Hundred Years Old.
Guard, my child, thy tongue,
Thai It speak no wrong;
Let no evil word pass o’er It;
Set the watch of truth before It,
That it speak no wrong;
Guard, my child, thy tongue.
Guard, my child, thine eyes;
Prying Is not wise;
Let them look on what is right;
From all evil turn their si /lit;
Prying Is not wise:
Guard, my child, thine eyes.
Guard, my child, Ihlne ear;
Wicked words will s ar;
Let no evil words come In.
That may cause the soul to sin;
Wleked words will sear;
Guard, my child, thine ear.
Ear and eye and tongue
Guard while thou art young;
For, alas! these busy throe
Can unruly members be:
Guard, while thou art young,
Ear and eye and tongue.
Dear Little Index Folks: —I want to
call in to have a talk with you and am
afraid if I wait longer 1 will not get
in. for you are making this Corner so
attn.cLve that people are rushing in
from almost every quarter. Will 1
be less welcome if I tell you I am not
a “little girl,” but a large one? My
age? Well, I suppose I will have to
tell you. One-fifth of a century ago,
when old "Santa” made his annual
visit, he found another stocking to
fill. But I did not come in to talk
about myself, but about my dearest
friend. Can you not guess who it is?
How I wish that 1 could see your dear
faces and see them light up with joy
and hear you say in happy tones, I
love Jesus and he is my best friend,
too. Have you ever thought what
you were made for? Do you think you
were made just to have a good time
indulging in selfish pleasures.' Surely
not. God made you that you might
glorify him and make the world better
and brighter for your having lived in
it. It is a grand and glorious thing
to live when you have the conscious
ness of doing all the good you can.
Your life will be a failure if you do
not give your heart to Christ and live
for him. You cannot live this life
but once —how important that you
spend it well. Be noble and brave,
for truly we “count time by heart
turobs,” and “he lives most who acts
best.”
Be not ashamed to do an act of
kindness to one of God’s creatures,
however humble or lowly. Not long
since, while sitting on tne porch deep
ly interested in “Earnest Willie's”
book. I glanced up and beheld a very
pitiable creature indeed, and in need —
a very old woman with unmistakable
marks of suffering and neglect in her
countenance, asking for bread. I in
vited her in, ministered to her wants,
feeling that “inasmuch as ye have
done it unto one o the least of these,
ye have done it unto me. I did not
intend to stay so long, but must
lengthen my visit long enough to give
you some excellent advice from a wise
man. If you will practice it, it will
do you inexpressible g 00...
“Watch your words, your anger,
your thoughts, your company anil
your heart.” That you may memorize
it more easily, notice the first letters
of each word spell "watch.’’
May I come again?
Lovingly and earnestly,
ONE OF HIS.
DAWSON. —Dear Index: It has been
so long since I paid our Corner a visit
I am afraid that I am no longer con
sidered one of our band. I have by
no means lost interest in it. I love it
very mueh. It grows more interest
ing every week. I am always glad
when Thursday comes, for it brings
the Index, and the Index brings such
a bright, cozy Corner for us children.
I am a minister’s little girl. I am
eleven years old and have two broth
ers and two sisters, all younger than
myself. My brothers’ name are
Broadus and Manly, and my sisters’
names are Lattie, Laurine and Minnie
May.
DeVotie Hobbs, I can fully realize
what it means to help with the chil
dren and the housework. There is a
great deal to lie done, and so much
of it is just the right kind for little
folks to do. I will do what i can. I'll
be glad when I’m grown to ibe a wo
man. Oh! how I would enjoy helping
you to help your mamma. Os all the
places you mentioned, I believe I
would like out at the swing the best.
I have begun to read “Pilgrim s Prog
ress” and like it. I think it very
good and helpful to us little church
members.
Uncle Jimmie, Mrs. Riddie has a
large drove of chicks that will be just
ripe for pies, fries, etc., by the time
you pay us your next annual visit.
With love to the Index, cousins and
all, I am
SUSIE LOU McLENDON.
bnAKELY. —Dear Cousins: Since
the Children’s Corner is so much ap
preciated by the old as well as the
young folks, we should do our best to
keep it up to its present standard and
carry it higher, if possible. I must
tell you about the “grumble box,” told
of in a few issues back. I think it
quite the idea. I put one on the
breakfast table, and in a few minutes
one of my little brothers had to put
in his note for saying, “Mamma, my
coffee is too not.” That put me oth
ers on the lookout and we finished
breakfast without any more grum
bling. I have collected about 5 cents,
but all the grumbling has ceased now.
Papa has just finished grinding cane,
which was enjoyed by all the boys
and girls. I know some of my little
far-away cousins have never been to
a cane grinding and know nothing
about one. Ido wish they could have
been with me this week and enjoyed
it as I did. lam taking music lessons
now and am learning fast. 1 can play
several pieces. Sister and myself are
learning some vocal duets.
Your friend,
DeVOTIE HOBBS.
OGLESBY. —Dear Index Cousins:
My letter did not find the waste bas
ket, so I will write again. Grandma
is well. I live close to my Aunt Fan
nie Stovall. She has been an invalid
for oh! so long. Has had three
strokes of paralysis anu cannot walk.
She has a rolling chair in which she
can be carried about over the house.
She can’t talk plainly, but, little
friends, she is one of the best aunts
in the world. She talks to me and
gives me such good advice. She is a
pure Christian. I love her so good.
Her “baby boy, a mighty big baby,
too, married last Thursday. Don’t
you know I had a big time eating pig,
turkey, cake and fruits.
Let’s us all request “Earnest Wil
lie” to write us a long Christmas
story and Gray-Haired Mother, too.
With thanks to the Index for the
Children’s Corner, I ain truly yours,
SYDNEY GAINES.
DAWSON. —Dear Index: The little
cousins seem to be having such a nice
time I’d like to be admitted, for we
all know that little nine-year-old boys
like to have nice times. Ido not know
how my kind of talk will suit, though,
for I like to go fishing, and to cane
grindings and to grandpa's, especially
when I can drive and when grandma
has "good dinners” and all such. I
like to make money, too. 1 have been
selling some of Dr. A. J. Gordon's
works, "How Christ Came to Church”
and “The Ministry of the Spirit.” My
subscribers stood up to me so nicely
1 don’t think one of them will fail to
take the book.
I go to school. Sister and I are in
the fourth grade. We study reading,
writing, spelling, geography, gram
mar and arithmetic. Miss Deubler is
our teacher and a very good and kind
one. My only brother is the baby, a
big, fat fellow, nearly three years old.
"There's enough for me to do around
the house
To keep me as busy as any old mouse.
.... Errands to run,
Little tasks to be done” —
Well, if being smart and doing what
you can will make a fellow giau when
he is grown to be a man, then I'll
be a powerful glad boy when I am
grown to be a man. That reminds
me, there are those ground peas I
was told to dig and was so busy i for
got all about it. I think the rule has
been when two were going to write
from the same family to write to
gether, but I didn't want to write
with sister; she didn’t want to say
what I did, nor I what she did, and
by the time ray poor letter goes head
foremost to the bottom of the waste
basket she'll be glad I didn’t write
with her. Love to one and all.
h. broadus McLendon.
FORSYTH. —Dear Index: Will you
allow me the privilege of joining the
cousins? I have read so many of the
letters and enjoyed them so much. 1
thought I would write a letter about
our Sunday-school and school.
We have an average of eighty-nine
girls and boys. Mr. O. H. B. Blood
worth is our superintendent. He is a
splendid one. A better one would be
hard to find. Mr. T. R. Talmage is
my teacher.
Dr. M. H. Lane is our beloved pas
tor. He is the pastor of the Forsyth
Baptist church. We had a meeting
in the spring. We had forty-five new
members. I was one of them.
We have a very nice B. Y. P. U.
Professor Carswell is the president.
He is a very good one.
We have a good school. We have
such fine teachers. They have just
built a new dormitory. We have sev
eral boarders. You all know what
school I am talking about —the Mon
roe Female College. We have a fine
music teacher —Miss Undine Lane. Dr.
Lane is the president and has excel
lent assistants, members of his own
family. I have two little brothers;
one is eight and the other four, and
1 myself am twelve. My oldest broth
er is very sick. I hope you will think
my letter is fit to publish in your
valuable paper.
I hope more boys and girls and old
people will come out on the Lord’s
side.
Your true little friend,
ADDIE ENSIGN.
SUMNER. —Dear Index: As you so
kindly honored me by publishing my
former letter, and 1 feel greatly inter
ested in the “Corner," I will make an
other attempt.
We do not take the Index, but Bro.
Horsley has been so kind as to send
it to me to read, for which I feel very
thankful.
Our little church is moving along
nicely, with large congregations every
time. We all love our pastor dearly,
as you will see when I tell you he was
unanimously re-elected to serve our
church another year. Bro. W. O.
Darsey was with us and preached ex
cellent sermons Saturday and Sunday
last.
I am reading “The Pilgrim's Prog
ress,” which I find to be a good book.
It was given me by Bro. Fillyaw, our
pastor, for a Sunday-school prize. I
have been reading "From the Gutter
to the Ministry,” which is also a good
book, especially for young men.
I hope to see another letter from
our little China cousin soon. I en
joyed her letter very much.
After the order of what king was
Jesus made high priest forever?
With much love for the Index and
all the cousins, I am,
Your little friend.
BETTIE SUMNER.
AUBURN. —Dear Index: Oh! cous
ins, how can we ever thank the dear
Index for giving us this little Corner?
Yes, we can thank it, and in this, by
making our letters just as nice and
interesting as possible. I guess that’s
all the thanks its editors want, is it
not? I wish Ruth, our little China
cousin, would write again soon. I go
to Sunday-school almost every Sun
day. We have a small school with
only five teachers. We elected of
ficers for next year Sunday before
last. Mr. Hartshorn, our same super
intendent, was elected again. My
cousin Bertha was elected assistant
superintendent, but did not accept.
She was also elected secretary, treas
urer and organist. She accepted the
secretary and treasurer’s place. Mrs.
Hartshorn is organist. "Cousin Dora
Cain” is teacher of the little boys’
class. I hope cousin Dora will write
again soon and get her sister to write.
1 will close by asking and answering
a question. I will answer Miss Maud
Beall’s question. Lydia, at Philippi,
was the first Christian convert in Eu
rope. I will ask a question: What
city claims the birthplace of St. Paul?
I am, your well wisher,
ESTELLE BLAKEY.
ELLAVILLE. —Dear Index: I am a
little girl ten years old. I have fallen
so much in love with the Children’s
Corner that I would like to write a
few words. Bro. J. A. Griffin is our
pastor and has been for six years.
We love him very much, and I think
the whole town is greatly attached to
him. Dr. W. D. Sears is the superin
tendent of our Sunday-school. Mrs.
H. T. Arrington is my teacher. I like
her very much. I will close, with
much love to the Index.
MINNIE LINDSAY.
WATER.vi.-aN. —Dear Index: I ap
preciate the Children’s Corner very
much, and as I have not noticed any
letters from Waterman, I thought I
would write one. I am a little girl
eleven years old and go to Sunday
school every Sunday. Mr. Hugh Har
ris is our superintendent. We have
preaching every fourth Sunday and
Saturday before. Rev. T. R. Morgan
is our pastor, and we like him very
much. I love to read the Index. It
has been in my home for some time.
Good-bye. Your little friend,
BhISSIE ANDERSON.
COLLEGE PARK.—Dear Index: I
have been quite sick for some time,
but am now better, but not well. The
ladies have been so kind to me, send
ing so many pretty flowers, roses, vio
lets, heliotropes, mignonettes and
chrysanthemums; also fruits. And
Mrs. Lamar sent me a beautiful book.
I do thank them for their kindness
to me a little boy only ten years old.
The ladies have a weekly prayer-meet
ing here from house to house, and
they are doing a great work. They
let us little ones have a meeting once
a month and you ought to hear the
sweet baby voices leading in prayer.
Some little ones cannot speak plainly.
We have such a sweet Sunday-school
teacher. Her name is Mrs. Sallie Cox
Stanton, and she teaches us how to
be good. We love her very much. I
will ask some questions:
Who was let down in a dungeon?
Who was so sorry that he had sin
ned that he went and hanged him
self?
What caused the death of Eli?
At what time in David’s life did the
Lord send his Spirit into his heart?
Your little friend,
CHARLIE C. LITTLEJOHN.
COLLEGE PARK.—Dear Index: My
brother and I have been to school six
weeks and we are delighted. We go
to the Female College and love our
teacher, Miss Duggan, very much.
My brother has been sick, but we hope
to return when the weather is good.
I have for my pets three cats, three
calves, three pigs. I am fond of play,
and like pets. One calf I use for a
horse to pull my wagon and he is very
intelligent. He knows “gee"’ and
“haw.” One cat is named Paderewski
and one Jenny Lind. I am very fond
of music is why I named my cats for
musicians. Cousins, I wish you would
visit our Sunday-school. It is sim
ply grand! We have such a sweet
teacher. We all love her so much, and
1 hope we will be good and give her
no trouble. I will ask two questions:
How many angels did the Lord send
to destroy Sodom and Gomorrah?
Os what were the bottles of that
country made?
I will be nine years old on the 16th
of this month.
Your little friend,
J. EDGAR LITTLEJOHN.
GILLSVILLE. —Dear Index: As I
have not seen any letters from Gills
ville, I will write one. I am a little
girl nine years old and do enjoy read
ing the Children’s Corner so much.
We have a very good Sunday-school,
which meets every Sunday afternoon
at 2 o’clock. We have prayer-meet
ing immediately after the Sunday
school. My papa is the superintend
ent and Miss Nettie Day is the or
ganist. Mr. S. B. Carter is my teach
er. Ave love him very much. Rev.
R. D. Hawkins is our pastor. We
have about 225 members at Gillsville.
My papa and mamma are both mem
bers. 1 have three brothers and four
sisters. As this is my first letter, I
will not write much, but if I see this
in print I will write again soon. Love
to the Index from
Your loving little friend.
MODANE CARTER.
MILLEDGEVILLE.—Here comes a
little boy only eleven years old ask
ing admittance to the Children’s Cor
ner.
Papa takes the Index and I enjoy
reading the letters very much. As it
is getting to be such a jolly corner,.
1 thought i would write. Igo to Sun
day-school; it is largely attended I
love our pastor, Rev. J. A. Wray, and
the superintendent, Mr. C. N. Ennis.
My teacher is Miss Nora Ennis. She
is very kind to us and I love her teach
ings.
As tnis is my first letter to the Cor
ner, I will close.
With best wishes to the Index and
its readers.
Your little friend,
ALBERT C. LUGAND.
QUITMAN. —Dear Index:—l am
glad the children have a Corner in the
Index. As all the other girls and
boys have been writing about their
churches atm Sunday-schools, I’ll
write about ours. Rev. Dr. Cooper is
our beloved pastor. He is one of the
best pastors in Georgia. Our Sunday
school is very large. We have an av
erage of about 125 scholars. Mr. J.
G. McCall is our superintendent. Miss
Lula Beasley is our Sunday-school
teacher. I think all of her scholars
like her very much. Miss Ella Til
man is our organist. I like to go to
Sunday-school and am sorry when I
cannot go. With best wishes to the
Index and the Children's Corner.
JENNIE FITZGERALD.
THOMSON. —Dear Index: As I have
seen only one letter from this church,
I thought I would write one, as you
are so kind as to give us a Corner.
My papa does not take this paper, but
grandpa does. I like to read it very
much. I go to Sunday-school. Miss
Emma Wilson is my teacher. I love
her very much. Rev. G. W. Garner is
our pastor and we love him. Mr. R.
H. Pearce is our superintendent. We
protracted our meeting in August
Rev. John A. Wray assisted Bro. Gar
ner in his work. Thirteen joined the
church. I am your thirteen-year-old
friend,
GERTRUDE WARR.
GILLSVILLE.—Dear Index: Will you
spare me a little space in your paper?
The Index is always welcomed by ’
our family. I enjoy reading the Chil
dren’s Corner better than any other
part of the paper. We have a good
Sunday-school here. Mr. M. B. Car
ter is our superintendent. My sister
Nettie is the organist, and Mr. S. B.
Carter is my teacher. Our Sunday
school observed the first Sunday in
October as missionary day. We col
lected $4.40 for missions. I will close
now, and if I see this in print I will
write again soon.
Your little friend,
NELLIE DAY.
HEROD. —Dear Index: lam a little
boy eight years old. My papa takes
the Index, and has been taking it
ever since I can remember; so I read
the cousins’ letters and have deciued
I am large enough to write one, too.
I live at Herod, a little village five
miles south of Dawson. Igo to school
every day Wo have a flourishing
little school, taught by Professor
Grimes, of Bulloch county. Mr. Hugh
McLendon is our Sabbath-school su
perintendent. Mr. J. G. Corley is our
pastor.
FRANK McjLION.
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