What is the history of that society? Why, the smoke of our civil contest had hardly cleared away before it began to build up the waste places of the South, heaping coals of fire upon the people there. Under its auspices, the choicest daughters of New England (as though they had been angels of God) went down there, with the spelling-book and the Bible; took their share of the ostracism meted out to the recent bondmen, for Jesus’ sake; many of them laid down their lives there. There has scarcely been a foreign missionary field in the world which has had more perils, which has demanded greater sacrifices, which has developed spirits more heroic, more Christ-like. The same spirit which led our brave boys in blue to die to make men free, led their sisters to die to make them holy. And what do you see to-day? This society has done more to stay the tide of illiteracy, to lay the foundations of permanent civil and religious prosperity than all the other agencies put together. God’s secret is with them that fear Him. The men who, for Christ’s sake, said, “We cannot set apart to God that which has come from unpaid human labor; we cannot thus have fellowship with the works of darkness;” these men God has put into the fore-front of the great battle with ignorance and degradation—the great battle in which the South begins to ask the Nation which cannot protect the black man to come to her assistance, crying out, like Caesar to Cassius, “Help, Cassius, or we sink!” They got their baptism at the foot of the Cross. Look at the queenly institutions which they have planted. Look at the thousands of the sons and daughters of Ethiopia, whom they have developed into the mental, moral and spiritual stature of true manhood; whom they have polished after the similitude of a palace, fitted for professions, for business, for home life. Look at the churches they have planted. This is their conception of the brotherhood of man, as they have been taught it at the Cross, as the Cross has interpreted it to them. I know no difference of race, Of African and Saxon; Of tawny skin, of rose-cheeked face, Of hair of crisp and flaxen. The soul within, that is the man, There is God’s image hidden: And there He looks, each guest to scan, The bidden and unbidden. One God in love broods over all! One pray’r to Him is taught us; One name for mercy, when we call; One ransom, Christ has brought us. One heart of meekness, lowly mind, Life’s counter currents breasting; One Father’s House, we hope to find, Within God’s bosom resting. * * * * * THE PLACE OF MISSIONARY LITERATURE IN THE CONVERSION OF THE WORLD. REV. GEO. M. BOYNTON.