How has the church gotten along? Why, it ran up to a large membership. It paid $115 in gold for a lot, and built a church. It branched out into the Shiloh, the New Hope, and the Pattonville African Congregational churches, in neighborhoods about, and these four became associated in a quarterly conference. But, as the propagandists came along, they found in the walls of the mother church stones with old inscriptions. Baptists, African M. E., Campbellite, Northern M. E., and each pulled out his own and set up churches of those several sorts, so that now the original church building is the shabbiest of the lot, and the membership is only an average. But still, with a high standing for character, with an educated minister, and an educated teacher, Prof. S. W. White, with a new and more respectable site, purchased, with the old acre and a half to be sold, and with some members of property (two of them large farmers) and of influence in the community, they give promise of great usefulness, promise of realizing the expectations of the martyr founder. * * * * * THE INDIANS. * * * * * COMMUNION SUNDAY AT HAMPTON. MISS ISABEL D. EUSTIS. Many warm friends of Hampton have come to see her on her gala days; have crowded into the hall decorated with flags and flowers, while the band played a welcome, and her graduates waited to give to the audience the fruit of their three years’ study and experience. Perhaps some of these would like to go with the quiet company who are walking to the little church in the Soldiers’ Cemetery, near the close of a bright day that has fallen in the midst of weeks of rain and storm, and join in the simple communion service of the first Sunday in the New Year. The afternoon sunlight slants in through the windows upon the plain walls and benches, and lights up the dusky faces of the colored and Indian students who fill the seats. The simple service upon the communion table is the gift of the strong and loving woman, who gave the best of her heart and brain to Hampton at its start, and who kept her connection with the church she helped to organize until she was called to the Marriage Supper of the Lamb. In the seats nearest the table are six colored and eight Indian students who begin the New Year by confessing Christ as their Saviour. We ask ourselves, as we notice their quiet and decorous manner, if these can be some of the strange and uncouth people who came knocking at our doors two years ago, and as we watch the sweet, softening expressions stealing over their faces, telling of reverent and gentle thoughts within, we wonder still more if these are the very faces from which once it seemed impossible to win an answering smile.