Dear friends, I would not give you the impression that there are no discouragements in our work, for there are many. It is with heavy hearts we oftentimes watch some of our scholars returning to their homes in the evening, for we know that there everything tends to overthrow the religious teaching received during the day. Girls going home to mothers who have no sense of purity and virtue, and who cannot realize the degradation of their lives. Sometimes those the most promising, those for whom we have entertained bright hopes for the future, fail us, and we are almost constrained to cry out, “This is greater than I can bear.” But He, whose promises never fail, has shown us that the seed sown in tears will surely bring a harvest, and the encouragements, together with the joy of being in His service, outweigh the discouragements. I could tell you of young men who have come to our school addicted to drink, using profane language and tobacco, who to-day are earnest, faithful Christians, the hope of our school. We gladly would keep them, yet we bid them “God speed,” as this year they go to Atlanta University. I could tell you of young girls who, out of the wickedness and immorality around them, have grown up pure, consecrated Christian women, doing what they can for the Master they have promised to serve. Such is the work the A. M. A. is doing throughout the South. Is there anyone who can afford not to have a part in this glorious work? Think of the privilege of being permitted to help lift these souls, born in ignorance and vice, into the marvellous light of the gospel of Jesus Christ. Last year, for want of room and help, we had to turn many away from our doors, and that means sending them back into the wickedness and ignorance from which they desired to rise. When I take up the AMERICAN MISSIONARY MAGAZINE and read therein the appeals for help, the feeling that comes over me is not unmixed with indignation, for in God’s precious word I read, “If I were hungry I would not tell thee, for the earth is mine and the fulness thereof;” and again, “The silver is mine and the gold is mine, saith the Lord of hosts;” and yet the stewards to whom He has entrusted this vast fortune do not allow Him enough to carry on His work. I heard the remark, not long ago, “When money is needed you can’t compensate with prayer.” Faith and works must go hand in hand. Shall not the treasury this year be full to overflowing so that “the barnacles may be cleared off this old ship,” and there be nothing to impede her progress? Won’t you multiply your prayers for the work and workers, so that this year may be the most prosperous, so that we may indeed “have souls for our hire”! * * * * * WORK AMONG THE INDIANS. BY MISS H. B. ILSLEY.