Under the new wording, local societies may work for any branch of missions, home or foreign, contributions being sent through the established agencies of the Congregational churches. By thus broadening the field, it is hoped that more and better work will be done, and that an intelligent interest will be created in many branches of the Master's work. The Union adjourned to meet in Marion, one year hence. * * * * * FOR THE CHILDREN. * * * * * A LETTER FROM A TEACHER IN GEORGIA. DEAR CHILDREN: Would you not like to hear about some of the little black children in our mission Sunday-school down here in the Southland? One of our scholars, a certain ragged boy, was for many weeks among the missing. A few Sundays later, one of the first arrivals was master James, but he was so decently clad that I did not recognize him, and was obliged to inquire his name. A blue jacket, much too large for him, and ornamented with brass buttons, gave him a very distinguished air, but we soon learned that clothes do not always make the man, for time has proven him not as worthy as we thought. O, such a little scamp as he is! and yet so full of good nature in his mischief, that it is not easy to scold him for naughtiness. Living only across the lane, he runs in and out as much as he pleases, and if one starts after him, he is often found just outside on the step, peeping through a crack, and grinning at authority. He is simply irrepressible, as a little incident will show you. One day, as the Superintendent was speaking of the collection, a little boy said he had no money. "_Aw!_ ye've got yer pocket _cram_ full," was the comment of the boy with brass buttons. It was said for the benefit of all present, and in no modest tone. You have not heard, I believe, about the three little boys I call "my babies." They are yet in dresses, and as cunning as can be, very regular in attendance. Harry, Eddie, and--well I must tell you about the other name. Down here, many nick-names are used, such as son, bubba, or boysa for the boys, and sister or missy for the little girls. When this little fellow was asked his name, he very bashfully said, "Son." "But you have some other name?" If he knew any other, he was afraid to speak, so I asked whether anyone present knew his name. A little girl called out "He is Son Anderson _Baby_ Boy," and now I always use the four words when speaking to or of him. We are very good friends, but he has doubted my sincerity since one time when I ventured to examine a small brown pipe held tightly in his hand. It proved to be chocolate candy, and as he did not choose to risk his treasure with me, he put down his little mouth, and took in not only the candy, but my finger as well. He is quite shy of me now, evidently fearing that some of his rights will be denied.