Other encouragements are not wanting. Even now I am awaiting in my study the arrival of five Chinese who, with the approval and recommendation of our brethren, offer themselves as candidates for baptism and reception to our Bethany Church. Scarcely a month has passed without tidings of some one turning to the light and avowing himself a disciple of Christ. But I have been made specially glad this month by the news from two of our youngest and smallest schools. Mrs. Willett, of Santa Cruz, reporting for the first time two of her pupils as giving evidence of conversion, adds: “I am very hopeful concerning the spiritual interests of four of my boys. Eight of them already own and study the New Testament. I give them Bible instruction two whole evenings each week, and they enjoy it.” And Miss Fulton, of Berkeley says: “In reporting that two of the pupils give evidence of conversion, I do not say that they have confessed it by word; but they attend so regularly to school, and to Sunday school, listen to all religious instruction so earnestly, and join in the Lord’s Prayer so heartily, that I feel assured they are earnestly seeking the truth.” And so God has mingled encouragements with humblings, and not suffered us to be swallowed up with overmuch sorrow. * * * * * WASHEE WASHEE. * * * * * BY JOAQUIN MILLER. * * * * * Brown John he bends above his tub In cellar, alley, anywhere Where dirt is found, why John is there; And rub and rub and rub and rub. The hoodlum hisses in his ear: “Git out of here, you yeller scrub!” He is at work, he cannot hear; He smiles that smile that knows no fear; And rub and rub and rub and rub, He calmly keeps on washing. The politicians bawl and crow To every idle chiv. and blood, And hurl their two hands full of mud: “The dirty Chinaman must go!” But John still bends above his tub, And rub and rub and rub and rub; He wrestles in his snowy suds These dirty politicians’ duds; He calmly keeps on washing. “Git out o’ here! ye haythin, git! Me Frinch ancisthors fought an’ blid Fur this same freedom, so they did, An’ I’ll presarve it, ye can bit! Phwat honest man can boss a town? Or burn anither Pittsburgh down? Or beg? Or sthrike? Or labor shirk Phwile yez are here an’ want ter work? Git out, I say! ye haythin git!” And Silver Jimmy shied a brick That should have made that heathen sick; But John, he kept on washing.