Paris, Texas.—“Our work is growing. The members are all doing nicely. All our meetings are full of interest. We are holding neighborhood prayer-meetings for those who cannot get to the regular prayer-meeting. One united with us last Sabbath by profession. Sunday-school is full of interest.”
THE FREEDMEN.
REV. JOS. E. ROY, D.D.,
FIELD SUPERINTENDENT, ATLANTA, GA.
GEORGIA.
Those Atlanta Apples.
Missionary statistics are sometimes thought to be dry. I propose to give some that all will concede to be juicy.
In the good old Massachusetts towns of Amherst, Danvers, Lincoln, Newton, Norfolk, and Walpole, there grew last summer a choice collection of forty thousand apples. These apples were choice not only because of their beauty and flavor, but also because of their missionary destiny. Scorning to waste their precious substance in the cellars, and attics, and barns of a region already over-stocked by their orchard companions, they resolved to put themselves where they would do the most good. So by the aid of willing hands and generous hearts they found their way into eighty good-sized barrels, a goodly half thousand in each barrel. Rail-cars and steamers brought them to the sunny South, and they were soon provided with ample accommodations in one of the basements of Atlanta University.