One or two more hymns were sung from the hymn-book. I heard some of the women say: “If those men don’t stop singing those dry tunes we’ll take our bonnets and go home.” By the women ceasing to sing, the men discovered that there was something going wrong. The “leader of the band” seems to have seen at a moment’s glance what caused the commotion, and immediately struck up the well-known “I, John, Saw.” The women now joined in; and the woods and hills rang with the resounding melodies of that music which has never known a teacher, but yet is wonderful and almost sublime. While this “shout” was being sung the men and women gathered around the stove, the men on one side and the women on the other. The church by this time had become full of people. One could not kneel down without leaning on some one else. All three of the windows were shut, and the shutters closed. A fire was in the stove. Soon a sickening feeling came over me, caused by the impure air which pervaded the place. I asked one who was standing near the window to please open it. “You want us to freeze, don’t you?” said he. I looked up, and, to my great satisfaction, found that the roof was full of holes, and I knew that hot air rises, so I said no more to the man about the window. The “leader” had now become too warm it seemed, for while we were at prayers he took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, exclaiming at the same time, “Get ready, children, we are going to drive out the devil to-night!” The others, as soon as they saw him without a coat, immediately disrobed themselves of theirs. Had I expected to see such heathenism I am sure I would not have gone to the meeting. After this there came a tumult and excitement—women jumping among the men, men holding each other; some of the young girls uttering screams which really could have been heard a mile; and some tearing their clothes off without regard to womanly modesty. But what discouraged me most was to find among this seething mass some of my school-children. After the meeting was over, and all on our way home, a shameful fight came off between two of the leading shouters (females), about something which had been said during the meeting. What shall I say, having seen such degrading things with my own eyes, (and I have not told the worst). All I can say is this: Let us work on with our might, and hope for better things. “For if God be for us, who can be against us?” —_Student’s letter in the Southern Workman._ * * * * * RECEIPTS FOR SEPTEMBER, 1878. * * * * * MAINE, $161.98.