A WEEK AMONG THE WORKERS.
EXPERIENCES AND DUTIES IN CONNECTION WITH THE FIRST CONGREGATIONAL CHURCH, ATLANTA, GA., SUNDAY, Feb. 12.
By Rev. Evarts Kent.
Would you like to see our church? Look upon the cover of the American Missionary you hold in your hand; lower left hand corner. There it is, an attractive, beautiful brick structure with brown stone trimmings, slate roof, tower, bell, organ, everything, in fact, but a mortgage.
The first experience of this day is sunshine! At this season of the year “the Gate City of the South,” unlike the New Jerusalem, has neither foundations nor pavements. Its streets are horrible pits, its sidewalks miry clay, and any day of the week that brings real northern sunshine is by no means the least of blessings. And this, the first pleasant Sabbath of the year, is bright and clear as the sunniest of New England May days, and we walk on dry land to the house of God through what only a day or two since was the Red (mud) Sea.
After sunshine comes Sunday-school, from 9:30 to 11 A.M. The pastor is superintendent. After the opening exercises, the school separates by classes, each going to its own room for forty minutes’ study of the lesson.
Our school at present numbers 14 classes, of which three are Bible classes; an infant class numbering 60 and still growing, the ten other classes being composed of boys and girls from eight to sixteen years of age. Attendance for to-day is 210, a fair average for pleasant weather. At the close of study hour the school re-assembles for general review, which occupies about a quarter of an hour, and includes the previous lessons of the quarter as well as that of to-day. The review, though necessarily brief, reveals two things: One is the fact that we have a corps of earnest, faithful and competent teachers. The other, that the pupils have studied their lessons and are learning how to think. The promptness of response, the intelligence of the answers given, and the thoughtfulness of the questions asked by them, I have rarely seen surpassed. That they are in great part either students or graduates of the Storrs school will explain the reason of any unusual proficiency. The majority of the children in our Sunday-school are as wide-awake, active, keen, as you will find anywhere, and any dull, prosy, goody-good teacher will find ours the best school in the world–to stay away from.
At three o’clock we gather at the first church service of the day. This is Communion with us, and in connection with the administration of the Sacrament, a brother recently chosen deacon is to be set apart for that office.
The sermon which preceded was founded upon a clause from Acts vi., 3, “Men of good report.” It emphasized the importance of calling to the diaconate only such men as were of unblemished reputation and unquestioned integrity in all that concerned themselves and others.
After the sermon, amidst the most impressive stillness of the congregation, the deacon elect was consecrated to his office, through the laying on of hands by the pastor and the other deacons, and with prayer. The service was peculiarly solemn, and will tend to awaken in our people a truer conception of the qualifications essential to the holding of responsible positions in the church.
The exercises were concluded with the administration of the Lord’s Supper. Following this service is a half-hour prayer meeting in one of the Bible classrooms.
To-day the attendance is unusually large. That there is more than common interest is evinced by the twelve earnest prayers offered and the expressions of desire to serve God on the part of some who are still without the fold.
A sermon to parents in the evening, previously announced, and preached to a large and attentive congregation, brings this day to a close–a day filled with work, of which only an outline is given–work that instead of weariness brings rest and strength and courage.
WORK IN THE THEOLOGICAL DEPARTMENT AT TALLADEGA, MONDAY, FEB. 13–“AVERAGE EXPERIENCES OF AN AVERAGE DAY.”
By Rev. G. W. Andrews.
We got an hour’s study before breakfast and two more after it, so as to be ready for the 10 o’clock lecture on the Messianic Prophecies–a lecture, since no suitable text-book can be found. The bell strikes at 10 sharp, and nine intelligent-looking young men, whose average age is about twenty-seven, are soon in their seats and the lecturer in his chair. A brief prayer for the blessing of Heaven on the hour’s work is offered, all standing with folded arms and bowed heads. Then follows a review of the last lecture for twenty minutes, each pupil rising in his place and reciting without questions. Questions and explanations must come afterwards. They know in brief what they are expected to recite, for it was written the day previous in their lecture books. They must repeat verses 8, 9, 10 and 11 of Psalm xvi.; must discuss what Peter says on these verses in Acts ii., 25–31, and what Paul says in Acts xiii., 33–37, and what Christ says in Luke xxiv., 44–46; also consider at some length the question “Whether all this Psalm is Messianic or only certain verses.” Two or three theories, a few questions, and the recitation is ended. Some grasped and carried the burden of thought easily, and some, from over-anxiety, stumbled, but all were fairly good. Monday is not the best day for school, as all teachers know. Every man now springs to his pencil and paper, taking down another lecture to be studied and recited to-morrow. This time it is Psalm xxii., as this one is classed with Psalms xvi., xl. and lxix. They write rapidly, copy into their lecture books after going to their rooms, also paste in “proof texts,” memorize verses 14–21, examine reference books, one or two theories, and in general get ready for another day. This class has no time for idleness, and I am glad to say desires none. A clergyman from the North who heard them recite recently said: “It is the best theological recitation I ever heard.” About a year is spent on the Messianic Prophecies. We memorize them all.
One swift hour is gone. In five minutes another class studying systematic theology are in their places. A word of prayer as before, and the work of reciting begins. We recite from Pond’s theology, and supplement from our Andover lectures and ourselves. The subject to-day happens to be baptism. These four young men know what they are about and march ahead with vigor. Contrary to the common opinion, they master the abstractions of theology more easily than they memorize the “proof texts.” Baptism is a live subject in these parts, and the work of understanding it is entered on with evident relish. One discusses Jewish Proselyte baptism, another John’s baptism, another Christian baptism, as a “token,” a “sign,” a “seal” and a “rite,” instituted by our Lord, the mode not essential, while all together examine in groups, and a few, in particular, the hundred and fourteen classic examples of “baptizo.” These make it plain that “baptizo” does not always nor even generally mean immerse. The passages examined from the New Testament proved the same to them. They were a little surprised at the new light. Immersion as the only baptism works great mischief among the colored people, leading them to trust in the outward rite rather than the inward cleansing. A very interesting hour with an interesting class. I can give you no idea of it. Please give us more room next time. The rest of the day is spent in private study. Talladega has 30 ministers in the field, and through such men is the way upward for the colored people. The colored preacher is a bishop of the most dominant order, hence he must be wisely fitted for his work. We give much time here to the study of the Bible. “The entrance of Thy word giveth light.”
COLLEGE WORK IN FISK UNIVERSITY, FEB. 14, 1882.
By Prof. A. K. Spence.
To-day there is in the college classes an actual attendance of twenty-eight students. Four others are absent; three for the purpose of teaching, and one on account of ill health. Of those present, two are seniors, six are juniors, five are sophomores, and fifteen are freshmen. The freshman class is the largest we have ever had, numbering at one time twenty.
The classes for to-day are calculus, Horace, Thucydides, trigonometry, French, physiology, English literature, logic, geology and Latin prose composition. In some cases classes of different grades are united in the same study, and students of the higher Normal course recite with college students. The present senior class has never been taught separately. The imaginary visitor, as he goes from room to room to-day, will not see much that is peculiar either in classes or teaching. The days of romance in this work have gone by. Aside from African features, more or less pronounced, and some Southernisms in voice and expression, you might imagine you were listening to a class in a new Northwestern college.
We are orthodox, and believe in the good old idea of discipline through the hard study of Latin, Greek, and mathematics, with the usual amount of science, both natural and mental, and the et ceteras. The colored man is just a man, and his mind must be dealt with as are other minds. He must climb the difficult hill of education, as his white brother, by many a slow and weary step; and, as in white colleges, many a toiler falls out by the way and few reach the shining top. The average time spent by each of the thirty-two college students thus far under our instruction is four and nine-sixteenths years. Some have been with us as long as seven or eight years. The average time is growing less with better schools and increased facilities elsewhere. Quite a number now come to us prepared to enter the college preparatory course, and, occasionally, one fitted to enter college. A college planted in an intelligent community takes root at once in a soil prepared, and soon brings fruitage. Not so with the effort begun here twelve years ago, to develop a college among a people just out of bondage.
Nearly all the students in college are dependent on their own efforts, with the aid so kindly given by friends in the North, in acquiring an education. Only one has property, and two live at home with their parents in the city. Several have others dependent on them. One, a lady, has care of the family, both parents being dead. During the last summer all were at work–three as porters on railroads, two as clerks, one had charge of a church, which, under his ministry, enjoyed a revival of religion, and the rest taught school. Some teach classes in the university and some do manual labor. Nearly all are compelled to be absent a part of the college year, thus increasing their toil when they return. Who would not help people who are thus helping themselves?
All the college students are professing Christians, and out of the thirty-two, twenty-one have become so while students here. One is a licentiate for the ministry, and several, we hope, will enter that calling. Four of the college students are ladies.
The college is the apex of our educational pyramid. The higher the apex, the broader the base. Passing downward, we find in college preparatory 48; in higher normal, 27; in normal, 167; in the model school, 135. Scattered through different grades we have 12, taking, in addition to other studies, one hour a day of special instruction with reference to the ministry. Twenty-four have already graduated from college, one of whom is dead. Of the others, one is a lawyer, one is a minister, five are learning professions, three being the ministry, and all the rest are teaching, many of whom occupy important positions, one being a professor in this University.
A DAY AT LE MOYNE INSTITUTE, MEMPHIS, TENN., FEB. 15, 1882.
By Prof. A. J. Steele.
A day’s work in any well organized school is, ordinarily, a simple enough matter. An intelligent description of the same is quite a different affair. If the reader will follow me I will attempt to show him what is done in an average day at Le Moyne.
We first enter the library and reading room. Here are 1,000 volumes, a cabinet of 1,500 natural history specimens, a number of periodicals, etc.
Passing now to the assembly room, on the upper floor, about 90 students of the Normal department are in their seats, and, as the clock in the tower is striking nine, and the lower schools are about to march in, we will take seats with the eight teachers on the platform for morning devotions. There are about 200 pupils before us. A song is sung, accompanied on the piano; a short selection is read from the Scriptures; the Principal leads in a brief prayer, in which all seem to join, with bowed heads; a few moments’ silent prayer, another song, and the lower schools file out of the room and the work of the day begins. During the day we shall find the students in the assembly room preserving their own order, a teacher seldom being seen in the room.
In the grammar room we shall hear recitations in English grammar and composition, conducted by Miss Pelton, the entire work being made as practical as possible to secure correct speaking and writing.
In the mathematical room, where Miss Parmelee receives us, we shall hear classes in arithmetic, from one in compound numbers to those completing the book. A class is just taking up algebra; while stepping to the Principal’s room we may inspect the neatly-bound papers of a class that has successfully passed its final examination on this subject.
In the room across the hall where Miss Hamilton presides we shall hear classes in both political and physical geography, and we shall be especially interested in hearing the senior class in theory and practice.
Professor Steele’s classes in the natural sciences and civil government we may find in the library.
Passing now to the model school we see a quiet, busy room, with three grades of pupils under the care of Miss Cornes. Besides the ordinary lessons we hear an object lesson given on some flowers. We notice the skillful use of corn and other seeds by the children as an aid in the practical understanding of numbers. We note that nearly every child in the room can write a readable hand on his slate, and we are fortunate in hearing Miss Miller, the music teacher, give her lesson in music.
Entering now the intermediate school we find about 50 pupils under the care of Miss Lyman–studying in the next three higher grades. Object lessons, drawing and music are continued here. Classes from this room are taught by members of the senior class, Normal department, for practice work, under the watchful criticism of Miss Lyman.
Finally we pass to the industrial rooms, where we find Miss Milton instructing classes in needlework, etc., and with great interest observe the instruction and practice of the class of girls in the art of cooking, the subject to-day being a cream cake, which is prepared and baked under the direction of the teacher.
The music room we must pass by, and we can but glance into the vocal class of 50 from the Normal department to notice that they are reading music quite readily under the very successful instruction of the music teacher.
A DAY AMONG THE LOWLY, FEB. 16, 1882.
By Miss Lena Saunders, New Orleans.
Thursday is visiting day. No mothers’ meeting nor sewing school. My early morning visit to the Colored Orphanage made and prayer said, I called upon the sick deacon. Armed with his blessing, my Bible and basket of creature comforts I went on. Aunt Patience’s humble home of one room came first. I had missed Aunt Patience from the mothers’ meeting and now missed her cordial welcome. She was ill and had lost all confidence in the missionary. It happened in this way. The church prayer-meeting was very loud one night, the day had been a long, weary one, and, when about 10 o’clock, a woman was endued with “the power,” and the consequent excitement ensued, I quietly left the meeting. Aunt Patience was there, and this morning before I had even inquired about the “misery,” she exclaimed, “You dun prayed that the Holy Spirit would come with power and you telled us to pray for’t tu, and we did pray good. Then when it came you’se the very fust ’un to skedaddle; you didn’t ’cognize the answer to your own prayers, honey,” and the tears were in her eyes.
“Sure enough,” I said, “but I didn’t know ’twas coming in that way.” “But, honey, when ye prays to God for power ye must take it as it comes and be on the lookout.” “Aunt Patience,” I said, “the power I prayed for was that the Good Spirit would come into our hearts and make us kind and loving and patient toward each other, teach us how to lead dying souls to Christ and incline our hearts to keep God’s commandments.” “Yes, honey.” After a little further talk we knelt in prayer, and in her petition Aunt Patience prayed, “Massa Jesus teach dis ole chile to serve you quiet-like if dat bes’ please you.” They only need to be taught. The next old sister was more destitute. ‘Mancipation met all her needs ’ceptin’ the rations. With a few of God’s promises and a material proof of His love she was comforted.
Three little girls were absent from the sewing-school, so I called to enquire for them. The mother had learned to guard their health, and so kept them out of the rain–reluctantly, because she wanted them to hear about Christ’s sermon on the mount, which for several weeks had been our sewing-school Bible lesson.
Old Mrs. H. was at her ironing board, with heaps of snowy linen about her. Only a few days ago she was “a sinner woman.” To-day she sang quietly “I’ve been redeemed,” and her face sang, too. Sister F.’s house is my Valley of Baca. I stopped a moment for a cooling draught.
Little street children followed for Sunday-school papers. At least fifty were distributed, and a word about the Crucified One dropped among as many children. Some of them sat down under the trees to thoughtfully study the picture of Christ blessing little children, and one said, “See. See, dat misses knows ol about it.”
The next was the “people’s hour.” From one to two each day they come for old clothes and new teaching. Then came the Northern mail; afterwards the students’ mid-week prayer-meeting. Here teachers and scholars are co-workers, and each strengthened by the others’ prayers. Baptized anew, I sought the abodes of poverty and wretchedness. Sinning women turned their eyes for the moment from the king of the carnival to the King of Heaven. The Chinamen were very busy, but Yam stopped to say, “I bring more boyee next Sunday.” Little Joe darted round the corner to ask, “Gwine to have Sunday-school to-day, teacher?” Poor little Joe doesn’t see any difference in the days, and reckons Sunday from the Sunday-school. Passing the large market, I bought a few delicious oranges for the dying man in the attic of an ill-famed house, and hurried on, for night was coming. There was no need to hurry. The attic was empty, but “out of the depths” of sin the Lord heard the cry. Prayers at the Orphanage closed the day, while the carnival lights made night in the old city seem beautiful morning.
Where has the day gone? Into to-morrow’s past. Who noted its flight? The recording Angel. When will its history be read? In that Great Day, when Aunt Patience and little Joe, and all who came between, shall stand side by side with missionary and teacher, and shall say, “We b’lieves, ’cause we’se dun taught,” and they shall add, “We taught, because we were sent.”
DAY’S EXPERIENCE AMONG THE CHINESE.
By Jee Gam, San Francisco.
At a quarter past eight I started for my usual journey to Oakland, but as there was no Chinese case in court I returned home. I generally read or study on my trip, so as to waste no time, but this morning my heart felt like David’s when he said: “Oh, praise the Lord for his wonderful goodness to the children of men.” The night before at half-past nine a fire broke out in the next building, which came very near burning the roof of our Mission-house. Nearly all my clothing and bedding were taken down stairs by friends, but through the providence of God not the slightest damage was done to our Mission. No wonder that my heart overflowed when I thought how God had preserved us. Immediately after reaching home I was asked to go with a Chinese friend to his attorney and do a little interpreting for him. I then went to the Palace Hotel to call on Hon. Yung Wing, who was on his way to Pekin. My intention was to invite him to visit our school and speak to the pupils, for I thought a few words from him would have great weight. Not being able to see him, I returned home and went out again to do some shopping for our Chinese Christian Association.
A few minutes before 7 P.M. our scholars came flocking into Brenham Place School-house. Just before nine the bell rang, and our principal, Miss J. S. Worley, asked for Scripture recitations. This week the verses were to contain either the word new or old, it being the last Friday of our year. Miss Worley spoke a few words about “Putting off the old man and putting on the new man,” which I translated, and I hope that many of our scholars will become new creatures in Christ Jesus. Singing followed, and the school was closed with the Lord’s prayer. I wish you could look in upon this school. One hundred and ten scholars are present, of all ages, sizes and appearances; a few studying history, grammar, geography; some reading in the third reader, others repeating A B C. They have been in America from a few days to seven or eight years. Their occupations also vary–shoemakers, cigarmakers, tailors, laundry-men, cooks, clerks, etc. Many of them are true followers of the Lord Jesus; others have just begun to feel interested in this new religion.
Our new year commenced February 17. We held a watch-night meeting the 16th. Many of our brethren spoke on God’s goodness to us. When the clock struck twelve we all knelt down (about thirty present), and six of our brethren prayed. After each prayer a hymn was sung. A few words were said about making new resolutions, and that we should go forward and work more zealously for the Master. The Chinese temple, about half a block away, was signaling the new year with the sound of trumpets. The heathen Chinese offer prayer to the God of war and wealth, etc., but our prayer was that they might know the true God.
At a little before six A.M. our Chinese friends began to come to wish us a Happy New Year. At nine A.M. a delightful union prayer-meeting was held by the five different denominations. At 11 A.M. we again assembled at our Association rooms, when Rev. W. C. Pond addressed us, and gave us a motto for the new year, with good advice, which I hope we shall all follow. The meeting of the General Association was held at seven P.M., and was the best yearly meeting we ever had. The business meeting followed with reports of the secretary and treasurer. Thus the days come and go:
“Only the eternal day
Shall come but never go”
HOLIDAY AT HAMPTON, SATURDAY, FEB. 18, 1882.
By Miss Isabel B. Eustis.
There are to-day at Hampton 85 Indian students, 57 boys and 38 girls, representing 15 different tribes.
Saturday is a holiday for most of the Indians, but the rising bell sounds loud as usual, to call the scholars to their early breakfast, and the meal well over, the work call is given at quarter to seven. Most of the Indian boys who have had their five half days of school and five half days at their trades feel that they have earned a good holiday, and are not disturbed by it. Eleven who are in the advanced classes hurry off to the shops. Wild-Cat and Murie go to the printing office to set up type for the Southern Workman; five are carpenters, and work on the new desks and benches for the school. Chisholm fits uppers on shoe-lasts to help fill a Government contract. Robbie Conalez goes to the big barn to put it in order and feed the cattle. Peters works in the blacksmith shop, and Maquimetus fits the spokes in a new set of cart-wheels, and earns an extra afternoon hour for himself by his good work.
Meanwhile the girls have gone to their rooms and begun the week’s cleaning. The floors are scrubbed, and the wardrobes and bureau drawers put in order. Some of them have cedar boughs, the boys have cut for them, and they fasten them upon the walls in pretty and fantastic designs, tieing them with ribbons and hanging Christmas cards and bright papers from them. A few make pretty bowers for their dollies, and perch them in a cunning way among the branches, where they get loving and admiring glances from the little girls below.
Then the clothes which have been washed and ironed during the week are laid out, and the room is ready for the teacher’s visit.
Nobody knows when the Indian girls would think it worth while to change their garments, or how they would be laundried, if it were not for the week’s inspection. As it is, the piles are most of them full and white and neatly folded, and the rather stolid faces grow eager as they look over the teacher’s shoulder to see whether a zero or a five on the record is to reward the work.
Soon the matron’s room is a busy place. Girls in all the chairs and girls on the floor, all manner of rents and rips and holes to be repaired, and the motherly lady who has done the work many times for her own children and grandchildren, goes among them busy and patient, finds patches and pieces, gives a hint here and a lesson there, till the garments are whole again.
When the morning’s work is done, the lawn in front of Virginia Hall becomes a gay play-ground. See-saws and jump-ropes, balls and croquet mallets are kept busy all the afternoon. A few fortunate girls borrow a boat from one of the teachers and row in the pretty creek. The boys come now and then to the edge of the ground and look rather longingly over the boundaries, but turn back and find a vent for their spirits in foot-ball and leap-frog and the parallel bars, remembering that Washington’s Birthday comes next week and it will all be common ground. The games last till the sun sends its last slanting beams over the creek and the lawn and the six o’clock bell announces that the day of work and pleasure is over.
Before the shadows of night fall heavily, the school assembles in the chapel. The hush of worship comes upon the crowded room. The song of praise and voice of petition rise, and then while all heads bow in silent prayer the burden and pain and desire of 500 hearts are told to Him who understands. So another week ends; its record is made of success and failure, of work and sacrifice.