Willie Hicks, a dear little fellow in Africa, six months only, has gone to his heavenly home. Each Angola station has its representative in Heaven; but with Melville Cox, we say, “Though a thousand fall, let Africa be redeemed.” My bed is a bamboo frame, a canvas cot laced to it, set on low horses. I am learning how to use tools. I want to make a desk and case for my little library. I have no Pansy books. If I had money they would be here soon.
Herbert C. Withey.
Dear Pansy:
I walked in my garden to-day;
Many wee faces looked up
From their shady retreat.
Some had eyes dark or blue;
Some, curls of golden hue;
Dressed were some in velvets rare,