The American Missionary — Volume 37, No. 9, September, 1883Various
Religion
The American Missionary — Volume 37, No. 9, September, 1883
Various
Congregational churches -- Missions -- Periodicals; Home missions -- Periodicals
Another thing which struck me was what seemed a thorough mental
honesty; and by this I mean that she took the widest survey of the
field of which she was capable, and formed her judgments after full
collation of the facts. Like the ideal scientist seeking light from
every quarter, and open to its reception, come from where it might,
she was ready to follow the truth wherever it might lead. She
submitted her judgment to her intelligence, and was not afraid to
obey her convictions. She loved the slave when it was not popular
to do so. She was on the side of the weak when only a few stood
with her. She counted the cost and took the stand for righteousness
and truth. She saw in them clearly the humanity now represented on
the throne, and for _that_ would have gone down among them with
perfect serenity and cheerfulness, bidding every offended sense
and feeling _be still_. She had schooled herself to do right. She
had said to her soul, “I will do for the poor as I would do for my
Lord.”
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CHILDREN’S PAGE.
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CHUNG WAH.
BY SUSIE W. HASSELL.
He is a bright little ten-year-old who lives in a town away off
West. You know by his name that he is Chinese, and I am afraid
some of you have already turned up your noses in disgust, and
have thought, “Bah! those dirty Chinamen! My mamma says it makes
her sick to think of them, and papa’s glad they can’t come to our
country any more.” But let me tell you about Chung Wah, and then
you can decide the Chinese question for yourselves.
He is in the A class in Number Two, and in the schoolroom his
yellow face is almost always bright with soap-suds and joy, for he
is a wonderfully happy boy, and smiles all the time he is happy.
His little black eyes look like apple-seeds, and snap whenever he
winks. He wears great flapping brown pantaloons, which are covered
to the knee by his pink calico aprons, but on Wednesday, when he
speaks his piece, he has on a white apron, so stiffly starched
that it rustles and cracks like paper. His low cloth shoes have no
heels, but long, pointed, turned-up toes. Chung Wah is very quick
at his lessons, and neat in his slate-work, so that when visitors
come in his slate is one of the first the teacher shows them.
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