was the next place visited. Beginning the New Year, which is usually the "week of prayer," for two weeks the "old, old story" was told on every night among the resident students and scholars. At other times, services would be held in the Cassidy school in the morning, or in the afternoon, as school duties would permit. The Theological class, as well as the teachers and faculty, interested themselves greatly in seeking to win the unsaved to Jesus. Following out the teaching of the New Testament, the students {102} went out two and two in the surrounding neighborhood, calling at the homes of the people, conversing and praying in the family. They often returned with great joy to tell of the success and kindness they had met wherever they went. I am thankful to our blessed Lord to be able to report that not only forty or more of the young people were converted but also that professing Christians were strengthened in faith, all promising to do what God had required of them and to go to their respective homes, some of them hundreds of miles away, to make known a Saviour's love and to carry light as far as possible in the surrounding darkness. While here the Macedonian cry was heard from JENIFER. I went there for a brief service. The first night the church was full, although the weather was stormy. The spirit of God brooded over the meeting and five came forward for prayer. The next night still was unpleasant, yet some of the congregation came several miles, and at the close eleven inquirers asked for prayers. A brother in the congregation rose, and, in pleading terms, his voice faltering, begged, "Oh, brodder, please do stop wid us; see de mourners; see de work de Lord is doing; please you brodder don't go away and leab us." After such heartfelt words I could but stay all the week, when sixteen professed to have accepted Christ, or, as they put it, to have "found religion." Miss Smith, at her home for motherless girls, is doing a noble work here. Rev. J.B. Grant is highly respected by all in the village and has a good name, which is worth more than great riches. IRONATON was the next place visited. It was exceedingly muddy and dark, yet the people came out well. At the close of the first meeting the congregation arose _en masse_ and asked that I would remain a day longer, which I did. MARION, ALA.