er her. "I was there in time to
save them, but it cost me--oh so much." "You have done nobly," returned
the mother, soothingly. "Your name should be placed upon the roll of
honor, my dear. Go to sleep; rest serenely upon your laurels."

Dr. Philip Le Grand.

St. Stephen's Church on the corner of Red Cross and Fifth Streets, in
Wilmington, is among the finest and most refined of the A. M. E.
Conference. In appointing ministers to this post the most diligent care
has always been exercised, for the appointee must be of the most
eloquent, the most learned and efficient in the gift of the assembly. So
St. Stephen's audiences have listened to some of the world's best
orators, and have had the word expounded by superior doctors of
divinity. Who of that great church can forget Frey Chambers, Thomas,
Nichols, Gregg, Epps and others whose names I cannot now recall? St.
Stephen's is among the finest of church edifices in the city, put up at
a cost of over sixty thousand dollars, with a seating of twenty-two
hundred. Back of her pulpit stands an immense and costly pipe organ,
operated by water power, and presided over by a young woman raised up in
the church, educated in the public schools of Wilmington. During the
political upheaval in Eastern North Carolina, it was the fortune of Rev.
Philip Le Grand, D. D., to be the pastor of St. Stephen's, in
Wilmington, and there is living to-day. Many men and women owe their
lives to the wonderful presence of mind, superior tact and
persuasiveness of this grave, good man. Besides being a minister, he had
filled many positions of trust in the South. Yet Dr. Le Grand was both
unassuming and undemonstrative. He looked for and expected a clashing of
races on election day in Wilmington, but that which took place on the
10th of November was far more than he was prepared to grapple with. The
dawn of that fatal day found the streets of Wilmington crowded with
armed men and boys, who had sprung, as it were, by magic from the earth.
Aroused by loud noises in the neighborhood of his residence, the
minister arose early, dressed and hastened into the street. A large
crowd of colored citizens, mostly women, stood upon the street corner
half a block away, excitedly talking and brandishing broomsticks,
stove-pokers, hoes, axes and other rude implements of war. All was
confusion among them. There seemed to be no leader, but each individual
was wildly ejaculating in a manner that showed that she or he was