ill the Northern churches open
their eyes to facts, and do more to remedy this monster evil. And
this ignorance of the blacks means not only ignorance, but grossest
immorality. Alabama in this respect is an average State; Georgia is
a little better, others much worse.

The industrial work of Atlanta consists, first, in farm-work. The
farm of sixty acres, which is the most beautiful spot in the State of
Georgia, and under the superintendence of a Massachusetts farmer,
speaks for itself. The young men learn, also, wood-work, draughting
and forging; they exhibit some exquisite specimens of lathe and
chisel-work, and the young carpenters readily find employment in the
city at the highest wages. The girls not only do much of the work of
the boarding-houses, but have special and daily lessons in cooking
and sewing; and I can testify to their practical skill.

The baccalaureate sermon was preached on Sunday, May 27, by Rev.
C.W. Francis, the pastor of the University church, and, the past
year, Acting President, also. It was a notable occasion. The
commodious chapel of Stone Hall was packed, the many students of
course filling a large space, while their friends and former students
filled in the background. Colored people are by nature ardent and
magnetic, and when education and religion have developed their
characters and toned down their absurdities, they are a very
interesting and attractive people.

Forward on the platform and side seats were Dr. Strieby and Dr.
Beard, of New York, the honored Secretaries of the American
Missionary Association, Dr. Woodworth, of Massachusetts, Dr.
Pentecost, of Brooklyn, N.Y., with Mr. Stebbins, his sweet singer,
now holding revival meetings in Atlanta, and the faculty and workers
generally of the University.

The sermon was preached without notes, as is usual with Prof.
Francis, and with his usual quiet earnestness. The discourse was as
tender as it was able and wise, and ever to be remembered by the
thirteen girls sitting just before him.

Of the singing on such an occasion, no Northern audience can have any
conception. The closing hymn was that grand one, "Guide me, O thou
Great Jehovah!" It is almost an anthem, and when it is known that the
voice of the colored man or woman is three-fold more powerful, richer
and sweeter than that of the white, one may try to imagine the effect
of nearly a thousand voices.

Commencement was held May 28, in the Friendship Baptist church. The
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