At a little before six A.M. our Chinese friends began to come to wish us a Happy New Year. At nine A.M. a delightful union prayer-meeting was held by the five different denominations. At 11 A.M. we again assembled at our Association rooms, when Rev. W. C. Pond addressed us, and gave us a motto for the new year, with good advice, which I hope we shall all follow. The meeting of the General Association was held at seven P.M., and was the best yearly meeting we ever had. The business meeting followed with reports of the secretary and treasurer. Thus the days come and go: “Only the eternal day Shall come but never go” HOLIDAY AT HAMPTON, SATURDAY, FEB. 18, 1882. _By Miss Isabel B. Eustis._ There are to-day at Hampton 85 Indian students, 57 boys and 38 girls, representing 15 different tribes. Saturday is a holiday for most of the Indians, but the rising bell sounds loud as usual, to call the scholars to their early breakfast, and the meal well over, the work call is given at quarter to seven. Most of the Indian boys who have had their five half days of school and five half days at their trades feel that they have earned a good holiday, and are not disturbed by it. Eleven who are in the advanced classes hurry off to the shops. Wild-Cat and Murie go to the printing office to set up type for the _Southern Workman_; five are carpenters, and work on the new desks and benches for the school. Chisholm fits uppers on shoe-lasts to help fill a Government contract. Robbie Conalez goes to the big barn to put it in order and feed the cattle. Peters works in the blacksmith shop, and Maquimetus fits the spokes in a new set of cart-wheels, and earns an extra afternoon hour for himself by his good work. Meanwhile the girls have gone to their rooms and begun the week’s cleaning. The floors are scrubbed, and the wardrobes and bureau drawers put in order. Some of them have cedar boughs, the boys have cut for them, and they fasten them upon the walls in pretty and fantastic designs, tieing them with ribbons and hanging Christmas cards and bright papers from them. A few make pretty bowers for their dollies, and perch them in a cunning way among the branches, where they get loving and admiring glances from the little girls below. Then the clothes which have been washed and ironed during the week are laid out, and the room is ready for the teacher’s visit. Nobody knows when the Indian girls would think it worth while to change their garments, or how they would be laundried, if it were not for the week’s inspection. As it is, the piles are most of them full and white and neatly folded, and the rather stolid faces grow eager as they look over the teacher’s shoulder to see whether a zero or a five on the record is to reward the work.