Although the theological students have numbered thirty-two this year, it so happens that but one has completed his course; and as a distinguished clergyman who, it was hoped, would deliver the address at the anniversary, failed us at too late a moment to substitute any one else, the closing exercises took the form of a debate by eight of the young men, on this question: “Has a church a right to make total abstinence from intoxicating drinks a condition of membership?” This point was debated with much earnestness and shrewdness, and arguments, _pro_ and _con_, were drawn ingeniously from reason and Scripture in a way which testified favorably to the abilities of the speakers. One of the Judges of the Supreme Court of the United States takes a deep interest in this department of the University, and lately expressed himself emphatically in favor of encouraging and endowing it, as an important means of elevating the colored ministry and churches of all denominations. Its friends anticipate for it a future bright with usefulness. * * * * * THE INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY-SCHOOL CONVENTION. MRS. T. N. CHASE, ATLANTA. As gems are valued by their rarity, so you can imagine how such a gathering as the Sunday-school Convention seemed to us in Georgia. We were favored, not more by hearing the appointed speakers in the great Convention, than by the personal presence and good words of many of its delegates in our own school-room. Gen. Fisk, who has given not only his name, but his heart and hand to our Fisk University, took Atlanta and the Convention by storm with his happy address of welcome. It seems to me our young men can never lose the inspiration of hope and courage that must have come to them from him, whose youthful struggles had even exceeded many of their own. Then we heard Dr. H. M. Parsons. All who ever listened to him will understand how, at the close of his words, we felt that, next to the Rock Christ Jesus, there was not beneath the sun so firm a foundation as our blessed Bible. Another day, Dr. McVicar, a college president from Montreal, warned us of the Jesuits, with an earnestness such as, perhaps, only a good Scotch Presbyterian could feel. Then we had “Hope Ledyard,” the charming correspondent, whose young life seems too exquisitely moulded to have always escaped the loving Father’s crucible.