Lady-Missionary's Letter

I must tell you of my experience last Sabbath in the "House of Refuge." At 3 P. M. I took a car up the long, beautiful, white shell-road... to the Institute buildings, expecting there to meet our superintendent and teachers. For some reason they were detained, so I had to proceed, though trembling and alone.

This made me afraid of what might occur to-day; but the service must not be given up, though the door was locked and the "key lost"... Trusting, however, for guidance, I followed one of the boys through the yard and work-house to the little chapel... Thirty or forty were awaiting our arrival, and I am sure the Lord helped me, for that wild, uproarious group, through the hour, remained quiet and gentle, while I had no difficulty in interesting them.

My Sunday-school class in Central Church is a great joy and help in my work. Commencing with thirty little ones, the names have increased to one hundred and twenty. Through these, I find entrance to many homes otherwise closed to all religious influences.

During the last three days I have visited thirty-four families... There are many discouragements attending these efforts, but there are also many rewards—many bright, happy faces, and many happier homes; many children learning good, rather than all evil ways; and so the days go by, while we take courage in the growing work, hoping that the little seeds, as well as the greater, will take root and grow.