With God’s beloved; and thou in some glad morn,
Finding the glorious gates beyond the night,
Shalt breathe his name, and ere it leaves thy lips,
In thy dear arms, aglow with life and joy,
All strong and beautiful—death’s long eclipse
Forgotten in the first kiss of thy boy!
Rosa Evangeline Angel.
MISS HALSEY read a letter from Miss Patton, of India, who after wittily describing some of the daily trials of housekeeping there, between her rising hour, five o’clock, and that of reaching her first school, says:
“This school, over a mile away, is upstairs in a large house in an alley. The children looked so nice and bright this morning, I wish you could see them. Prayers are over, so I begin by taking the wee tots in the first class and teach them the Lord’s Prayer. Then I take class after class until half-past nine, when with pony and queer little two-wheeled tonga I go on about half a mile to the other school. There I teach until nearly eleven and then drive home to breakfast, after which we have English prayers. By that time the gun has gone off, and that means twelve o’clock. The gun is the signal for our servants and native Christians living near to come in and have Marathi prayers.