After tea we went to the S. S. Concert. In giving out the subject, the teacher said she did not want to call it a Lying Concert, though the verses were about lying, so she called it a Truth Concert. The room was full. Little Clara’s mother could not go, so the wee maiden invited a young lady to be her escort. The concert was excellent. The texts were well recited and the pastor’s remarks summed up the matter. At the close an appeal was made in behalf of a poor and sick scholar. A member of her class carried around the basket, and a dollar and seventy-nine cents was given in response. This little church takes up three collections a day, yet its members are very poor and the winter has been hard on all. One family stayed in bed till late in the afternoon to save wood to cook supper. A young man, sick with consumption, had nothing provided for him but bacon and cornmeal, which his delicate appetite loathed. It is hard to earn much, receiving thirty cents a week for a washing. We asked a widow if she was comfortable when her husband was alive. “Oh yes; I had plenty to eat, plenty to eat. He was cross sometimes, as men are, but I always had plenty to eat.” We lay down to rest that night with new feelings of gratitude and shame. “What shall we render unto the Lord for all His benefits?” * * * * * A JUBILATE. (Composed for the Commencement Exercises of Tillotson Institute.) BY MISS ANGIE FULLER. A song, a song of joyous exultation, That where but late was darkness and despair, Harps upon the willows, hopeless lamentation, Sighing and moans, and foolish superstitions, The cringing fear and terror stricken wail, With all the miserable, the pitiful conditions Gross ignorance and bondage can entail, There now is light that promises to brighten, There now is thankful prayer and notes of praise, There now is hope, sweet hope, to cheer and lighten, A race oppressed and wronged in many ways; There now are minds aspiring and expanding And daily demonstrating they are strong, To answer to Progression’s stern demanding And take a place among the cultured throng. God-speed to those who lead this van of progress, Who work as pioneers in Wisdom’s fields; Proving to all the wondering, doubting people What grand results, fair mental culture yields. Still may they press undaunted onward, upward Greater achievements and successes win, While hopeful millions in their footsteps follow, And Heaven smiles approval most benign. [Illustration: GREEN COVE SPRINGS, ST. JOHNS RIVER, FLA.] COLOR LINE IN FLORIDA. BY REV. ALBERT P. MILLER.