little ones, and does what she can to keep her family respectable.  The father is what is termed, “no ’count.”  He has no regular employment, but, when so inclined, will chop wood, and thus earn a few dimes.  Their house is lighted by one small window, in which bunches of rags and papers supply the absence of glass.  The room is heated by an old fire-place, which is crumbling to decay.  The furniture consists of two straw beds covered with ragged quilts, a little pine table, and four broken chairs.  I need not tell you of the moral atmosphere which exists in such a home.  Yet this is only a type of the home we see too often when we are making our round of calls.

SACRIFICES FOR EDUCATION.

Our school refuses none on account of age.  Pupils are there, from the little three-year-old who attends the “Kinny-garten,” as they call it, to those who are forty and fifty years old.  I have been exceedingly interested in one woman who is now attending school in the primary room.  She said to me:  “I done sent my daughters through school and now I thought I would try and get a little education myself.”

One of the good brothers well expressed this idea of sacrifice on the part of the parents for the education of their children when he said, “I only wants to be a stepping-stone for my children.  If I can help them to rise higher than I have got, that is all I ask.”

One poor woman told me she spent less than a dollar per week for provisions for a family of eight persons in order to save money to keep her children in school.

The oldest pupil in my school, a man over thirty years of age, said to me one day, “I wish I could have gone to school when I was young, for as a fellow grows older, his remembrance comes shorter.”

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OUR YOUNG FOLKS.

Two little girls, about eight and nine years old, have just been to my room.  The older one said, “This yere chile wants a dress to wear to Sunday-school to-morrow, and her ma says if it don’t fit she can cut it off and make it over.”  I found among the contents of the last barrel a pretty blue gingham that fitted.  I am sure the one who sent the dress would have felt happy if she could have seen the glad look of the child as she received it.  I found the older little girl was not attending any day-school, and when I asked her what she did to help at home, she replied, “I don’t do nothing, but stay at home and tote wood and notice the house.”

The children may be interested in a question asked by a little girl in the third grade.  She said, “My pa wants I should ask you whether the children of Israel, that Moses led out of Egypt, were black people, or white people?”

I have been teaching nearly six weeks.  The house is a cheap frame one with a fire-place at one end.  It is supplied with five benches, two desks and a blackboard.  On those small benches twenty-five or more children must be seated.  It is hard to keep them busy, as very few have the books which they need.  Many are just learning to read, and some of these are making excellent progress.