Much of their future usefulness depends on the industrial training which is becoming more and more a feature of our schools. The difficulty of uniting this branch of instruction with the regular school duties was long ago recognized by so eminent a teacher as Mary Lyon; and what was hard in New England is even harder in Georgia and Alabama. But the need is greater, too; and on missionary ground the question cannot be, “Is it difficult?” but only “Is it best?” and, since there could be but one answer, all over the South, this work in many forms is being carried on to-day. Due attention is paid both to theory and practice. Lectures on cooking, for instance, are followed by conversations on the subject, where questions can be freely asked and difficulties explained, after which the pupils are required to test their knowledge by making bread, cooking meals and the like. This practice is repeated day by day, and the examinations are as rigid as in any other department. Sewing is as carefully taught, a part of each day being devoted to it. Darning and patching become an art, until some specimens of their skill in this line could be ranked almost as ornamental needlework. Not only sewing, but the cutting of garments, is taught; and this affords good opportunity for those wise counsels on economy, simplicity and kindred subjects which these girls need so much. Housekeeping in its minutest details receives careful attention, and here, as everywhere else, precept follows precept and theory is supplemented by practice. Another and no less important branch is that of nursing the sick. The ignorance of the very simplest remedies and of hygienic laws on the part of many of the colored people is appalling. The treatment of a cold, or a slight accident, is as much beyond their knowledge as the most complicated disease would be, while a sudden emergency, as a case of poisoning, would paralyze them with fear. Medicine to them is simply medicine, and one kind as good as another. “I didn’t have no sugar,” said the mother of a sick baby to the missionary who was attending to its needs, “and so I put a spoonful of the medicine that didn’t want sweetening into a spoonful of the medicine that did want sweetening and it seemed to do him good.” That this ignorance was not unusual may be inferred from the estimate that in the city where this mother lives the death rate among the negroes is three times that of the whites.