ys before her death, Aug. 12, 1885:--

_To_ GROVER CLEVELAND, _President of the United States_:

Dear Sir,--From my death-bed I send you a message of heartfelt
thanks for what you have already done for the Indians. I ask you to
read my "Century of Dishonor." I am dying happier for the belief I
have that it is your hand that is destined to strike the first
steady blow toward lifting this burden of infamy from our country,
and righting the wrongs of the Indian race.

With respect and gratitude,

HELEN JACKSON.

* * * * *

ZEPH.

_A POSTHUMOUS STORY._

By HELEN JACKSON (H. H.).

"The story is complete in spite of the fact that a few chapters
remained still to be written when the writer succumbed to disease.
Begun and mainly completed at Los Angeles last year, the manuscript
had been put by to be completed when returning health should have
made continuous labor possible. But health never returned; the
disease steadily deepened its hold, and a few days before her
death, foreseeing that the end was near, Mrs. Jackson sent the
manuscript to her publisher, with a brief note, enclosing a short
outline of the chapters which remained unwritten.... The real
lesson of the book lies in Zeph's unconquerable affection for his
worthless wife, and in the beautiful illustration of the divine
trait of forgiveness which he constantly manifested toward her. As
a portraiture of a character moulded and guided by this sentiment,
'Zeph' will take its place with the best of Mrs. Jackson's work; a
beautiful plea for love and charity and long-suffering, patience
and forgiveness, coming from one whose hand now rests from this and
all kindred labors."--_New York Christian Union._

"Although the beautiful and pathetic story of Zeph' was never quite
completed, the dying author indicated what remained to be told in
the few unwritten chapters, and it comes to us, therefore, not as a
curious fragment, but as an all but finished work. There is
something most tender and sad in the supreme artistic
conscientiousness of one who could give such an illustration of
fidelity and so emphasize the nobility of labor from her death-bed.
These things that bring back the gracious spirit from whose loss
the heart of the reading world is still smarting, wou