of the things that make a difference between
the second home I have described and the first. The large school-room
is filled. More than one hundred and twenty-five students are arranged
in classes, most of whom are standing in their places ready to pass to
recitation rooms. One of their number is at the piano. Another stands
at the desk to give the word of command. Now he strikes the bell and
the pupils in long file pass out, marching with their heads up. Not a
teacher is in sight. Everything is orderly and is running of itself,
as it does every day. This is nothing wonderful, of course, though I
know some white schools which could not be trusted to this degree to
the control of monitors. But it is only a sign of the influences that
here lead to self-reliance and self-control. Every year a new set of
uncouth and undeveloped young people come shambling in, looking around
with bewildered eyes. But they soon begin to straighten up and fall
into step. Their vague ideas get settled, and their minds, slow at
first, wake up. In a few years they will be made over new, not
perfect, but vastly improved. They will be out teaching, spreading
light from scores of new centres, and sending new pupils to "Old Le
Moyne."
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THE EVANGELIST AT WORK.

The last night of the three weeks' series of meetings at Marion was a
memorable one. Every night the church, which was a large-sized
building, was well filled with an attentive congregation, hungering
and thirsting for the bread and water of life. After singing and
prayer and hearing the testimonies from the young converts present,
who told with unmistakable clearness how they had given their hearts
to God, a few words were spoken, especially to them, showing what God
requires of them now they have become Christians. Afterwards the
gospel was preached to the unconverted and an invitation given for
those who wished to become Christians to signify their desire. A
number responded, including an old man supposed to be at least ninety
years of age. The old man had long thought of being a Christian, but
never could get to the point of decision until now. He looked back
upon his long life of sin; he wept, he prayed, he arose and confessed
that he had then and there taken Christ as his Saviour. Was not he a
brand plucked from the burning?

It was most encouraging to see a young lady bringing along to the
pastor's house nearly every day some two or three of her