Coming in contact with one who mourned over sleepless nights, we undertook to add to her comfort by making a hop pillow. Having invested in materials, and the boy making the pillow himself upon the machine, we realized an increase of twenty-five cents. Now to my great surprise and still greater delight, I found that I had again been transformed into a more precious metal. I was now gold. As I could attain no higher degree in precious metals, it was decreed that in this form I should go forth on my career as a missionary. Good-bye to you, Lottie, and Rose, and Marion, and John, and Carl, and Waldo. Our association has been very pleasant together, and I hope that in taking leave of you I am not to pass altogether from your knowledge. I should desire that this history of my growth and increase may accompany me, that in time to come I may be able to report to you of the good that through me you have been able to accomplish. Once more good-bye. YOUR HAPPY MISSIONARY GOLD DOLLAR. CHILDREN'S PAGE. THE STORY OF THE BULLETS. Among some unpublished papers of the late Rev. Dr. Pike, we find the following story, which we know will be of interest to our readers, both from the sketch itself and the association with its author: A few years after Gen. Hooker fought his famous battle of the clouds, I visited Lookout Mountain, and, while searching for some memento on the battle-field, picked up a slightly bruised rifle bullet. This to me was a real prize. It was not too large, it would keep. A slight illness, aggravated by the fatigue of the day, induced me to accept the urgent request of a former acquaintance to spend the night with him upon the mountain. During the evening, I chanced to show him the bullet, saying I thought myself quite fortunate in finding it. "Oh," said he, "that's nothing. A colored woman after the battle gathered and sold so many that she was able to purchase a cow with the money, and now that cow supports her family." I left Chattanooga the nest morning, and thought no more of the incident for a dozen years. A short time since, however, I was spending the night in a small village in one of the mountain towns of Tennessee. At nightfall, looking out from my hotel, I observed a company of colored people ambling along towards a low wooden meeting-house, and time hanging heavily on my hands, I decided to join the dusky worshipers. I slipped in, therefore, when the meeting was a little under way, and allowed myself to be ushered up to the front seat, directly under the eye of an intelligent looking young man who proved to be the preacher for the occasion. After a few opening services, which embraced the usual variety in ordinary churches, the minister took for his text the passage, "Ask, and ye shall receive, seek and ye shall find, knock and it shall be opened unto you."