We have sustained a mission school among the Chinese at Sacramento for nearly ten years; but our first public anniversary was held at the Congregational church there, on Sunday, January 11th. The following account of it was furnished for _The Pacific_ by the pastor, Rev. Dr. Dwinell: “The attendance was good, and the exercises thrilling with Christian interest to one who can see in such facts the beginning of a great tidal wave of grace that is yet to flow over the Chinese empire; and, what is more, a good collection was taken, showing the interest to be genuine. The exercises consisted of recitations of classified Scripture, an original address, an original dialogue, and singing—all by the Chinese—and brief introductory and closing exercises by others. The mission is in a very prosperous condition, and shows the fruits of the earnest, faithful teaching of those who have had charge of the school, and especially of the present principal, Mrs. Carrington.” After several of the exercises a muffled applause was audible, such as on any other day and in any other place would have been irrepressible. Especially was this the case after the following ADDRESS BY LEM CHUNG. “Ladies and gentlemen: I am very glad to see you all here this evening. I thank you very much for your kindness, teaching us about the Gospel of Jesus Christ, because our people are in very darkness indeed, worshiping idols. I would like to tell you of something I did when I was a little boy at home. My parents were very careful to attend to worshiping idols, but on the first day of the year they must worship more than any other day of the year. At this time I used to carry a basket with some sacrifice in it, follow after my father from place to place where the different gods were for worshiping. I believe on them very much. I thought the idols can help us a great deal. So when I was at school one day, I wrote a piece of paper, it represent a sage, and I put it inside of my desk. I then bought some nuts and wine and offered to him, and bowed my head to him, and ask him to help me about my lessons, that I might recite them well, and I said, ‘If you do not help me to recite my lessons well, when I return I tear you off and burn you up.’ When the time come I could not recite very well, so then _I burn it_. I had been at school about three years. My father sent me to the high school professor. Explaining the book of Confucius at that time, I often go with the priest to help them play the music for worshiping the evil spirits. After little while the priest came to my father, see if he can let me go learn to be a priest. My father was willing to let me go, but when my mother knew it she said, ‘I cannot spare my son to be a priest, worshiping too much for the evil spirit, but I rather to send him to California, getting his living.’