efore me--three of them Americans, three
Chinese, and three Spanish or Mexican. The whole class numbers sixteen,
the absent ones being five Spanish children and two Jewish ones. They
sang for me, with great vigor and quite good harmony, "Jesus Loves Me,"
"Precious Jewels," and "At the Cross." Books were not needed. The words
were packed away in their memory, where they will remain to bless--as we
hope and pray--their whole lives.

After the children had gone, eleven Chinese brethren gathered about
the table to study with me the Confession of Faith and Covenant of
Bethany Church, San Francisco, with reference to being organized into
the BETHANY CHURCH OF WATSONVILLE. About three hours I spent with them
holding them to close study of that which they would profess and
promise if they were united in Church relationship. They were of
various ages and various grades of intelligence, but I felt that
Christ had refused none of them, and I must not do so. Hum Quong was
converted in Marysville five years before, but had not till now had
opportunity--since he was sufficiently confirmed in his discipleship
to do so--to offer himself for baptism. He had become well versed in
Christian truth, and was able to interpret for me, and to assist his
brethren, almost as well as Joe Dun himself. The others were, all of
them, the fruit of our Watsonville work. One had been in California 25
years, but had attended mission-school nowhere except in Watsonville.
He was a substantial looking man, a good miniature of a New England
deacon of the old school but for his complexion and attire. I was
rather pleased--having made such reflections silently--to hear him
nominated by several voices and to see him unanimously elected their
only deacon. His name is Ng Kite.

It was a scene that interested the angels, I am sure, when in our rude
little mission-house, in the presence of a goodly company both of
Chinese and Americans, those twelve disciples stood together, hand in
hand, and accepted their confession and covenant. Eleven were Chinese;
one, their teacher, was an American. Ten were baptized--the largest
number of Chinese that I have ever baptized at one time.

Some, at least, of the village pastors, and a large company of other
Christians--too large for our limited space--would have been with us but
for the fact that Union Evangelistic services were in progress and they
felt it necessary to attend and take part in them.

Is it not worth while to