O mother, mourning for thy fair first-born, He tarries in his Father’s House of Light, 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. “Then I teach my servants to read, and ask a few questions in the Catechism, then teach the Christian girls and young women whom we want to train for Bible women, from two until three P. M. At three o’clock we have a cup of tea and some bread and butter; then I am free to settle ‘cases’ and hear ‘tales of woe’ until half-past four, when I go into town to teach the women and girls in the zenanas. I get home in time to have a good bath and get into a fresh dress before dinner at half-past seven. After dinner we talk over our experiences and plans of work, and sometimes one reads aloud while the rest of us sew until it is time to retire, generally an early hour.”—_Interior._ [Illustration: AN OLD-TIME WARRIOR.] [Illustration: THE MILKY WAY.] YOUNG FOLKS OF ALASKA. THIS face is not like yours, but more like some of the young folks of Alaska. Of course you want to know a bit about the boys and girls away off there. Here it is from Mrs. Cady, who was there not long ago: “Mr. Austin, the missionary, and these boys dragged all the timber by ropes to build the first house. “The Sabbath evening service was opened by a fine anthem, these boys and girls being among the singers. Mr. Austin read a Psalm in English, which was interpreted by a boy fourteen years old. “He asked a girl twelve years old to offer the closing prayer, and she expressed it beautifully in English. “They are very polite. If a boy taps at the door his hat is off before the door is opened. Their table manners are good. One boy is head waiter.