American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Sunday schools -- United States -- Periodicals
I HAVE opened one more school, a mile from the road. I had to walk that
distance. Those burning days it was pretty severe, as the road lay over
sand hills and plowed fields. The school was so nice, the children so
happy, one could not remember the discomfort.
An old Mohammedan priest tried to break it up, and did compel some to
withdraw their children, but the school is secure.
Several women came in to see Miss Sohiba and watch the school. The
Bible lesson began from a picture of the Prodigal Son, hung on the
wall. An old lady listened; her face sobered, tears filled her eyes;
finally, amid broken sobs, she declared—
“O, Miss Sohiba, that is my boy! That is my boy!”
Most touchingly she told how he had gone, how she had watched and
waited for him, but he never came back.—_Extract from Miss Pratt’s
letter from India._
[Illustration: THE TOWER OF KOUTUB, PLAIN OF DELHI.]
SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT.
The address of Mrs. G. R. Alden (Pansy), is Winter Park, Orange Co.,
Florida. All contributions for THE PANSY magazine should be sent to
that P. O., and _not_ to the Publishers, D. Lothrop Company.
ALL ALONG THE LINE.
_Conducted by_
R. M. ALDEN.
[Illustration]
We have to thank many of our readers, this month, for
helping us in this Department. Let others follow their
example, and begin this part of the winter’s work.
Address everything for us to R. M. Alden, Box 17,
Winter Park, Orange County, Florida.
WE hear from the Secretary of a Band in India of how they are educating
two Mexican girls, whom a missionary has taken to educate for teachers.
Who knows what great food this seed may start?
A MISSION BAND in Brighton, Massachusetts, made over one hundred
dollars in a fair held last May. There were fancy articles and
refreshments sold. Twenty dollars were voted to the “Fresh Air Fund,”
and twenty more to some home missionaries in the West. [We are indebted
to Miss Bessie Cotton for the report.]
HAVE the readers of THE PANSY heard of the natives of the Charlotte
Islands, ignorant and benighted, who gave, one Sabbath, one hundred of
their blankets, valued at one dollar and twenty-five cents each, toward
the erection of a new church? If we consider the resources and ideas
of this people, it was truly a great gift, and a good example for any
Americans. [We have to thank Adella F. Coy for calling our attention to
this most interesting item.]
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