I have just come in from a visit to the Gate City Grammar School, an eight room city school for colored children, all the teachers being former students of Atlanta University. I noticed upon the wall of each room, as soon as I entered a sheet of fools-cap with names written upon it. For a border it had the beautiful rainbow pasting which the children in the Storrs Kindergarten make. As the brilliant setting of those names caught my eye, I supposed it was some roll of honor, and so it was, but it seemed to me an enrollment of honor far greater than that given for perfection in scholarship or school deportment. This is the heading. “We, the undersigned, do promise not to drink, or ask others to drink, any wine, cider, whiskey, beer, egg-nog, or anything that can intoxicate, from this day, Dec. 18, 1882, to Feb. 1, 1883.” From Dec. 18, to Feb. 1, is only six weeks to be sure, so this is only a bridge-pledge to bridge over that awful chasm which yawns and buries so many during those fearful days of the old and new year when we honor the birthday of the Christ-child, and which ought to be the purest of all the year. If the children get safely through these feasting days of egg-nog, brandy-peaches, and syllabubs, they are pretty safe the rest of the year. “Weary watching, wave on wave, But still the tide heaves onward.” Ted’s Society has a growing mission. I take courage as I think of Hale’s beautiful story, “Ten Times One is Ten,” and see how easily these children can carry on a grand temperance work, and “Look up and not down, Look out and not in,” If somebody would only “Lend a hand.” * * * * * RECEIPTS FOR MARCH, 1883. * * * * * MAINE, $935.95.