nd sinners what a Savior you
have found, and if you prove faithful I will take you to Heaven to
live forever, when I come again."

When I recovered from my sickness, I was baptized by the Rev. Dr.
Pope, and joined the church in Macon. When I came North, I brought my
letter. Not finding any church for colored people, I came among the
white people, and was treated so kindly that I became very much
attached to them. The first church I became connected with in the
North, was in Newtonville. When I came to Boston, I went to the Warren
Avenue Baptist Church. Before my marriage I joined Tremont Temple,
when Dr. Lorimer was its pastor. When the church was burned, my letter
was destroyed, but when I went South on a visit I had the letter
duplicated, and took it to the new Temple. I am still a member of the
Temple, and hope to remain there as long as God gives me life.

Five years ago, I began to go to the Franklin evening school. Mr.
Guild was the master. At one time he requested all the pupils to write
the story of their lives, and he considered my composition so
interesting he said he thought if I could work it up and enlarge upon
it, I could write a book. He promised to help me. My teacher was Miss
Emerson, and she was interested in me. But the next year Miss Emerson
gave up teaching, and Mr. Guild died.

In each of the terms that I have attended, I have received the
certificates showing that I have been regular and punctual in
attendance, have maintained good deportment, and shown general
proficiency in the studies. I would have graduated in 1907, had it not
been for sickness. The following was to have been my graduating
composition.

ABRAHAM LINCOLN

BY

ANNIE L. BURTON

In a little clearing in the backwoods of Harding County, Kentucky,
there stood years ago a rude cabin within whose walls Abraham Lincoln
passed his childhood. An "unaccountable" man he has been called, and
the adjective was well chosen, for who could account for a mind and
nature like Lincoln's with the ancestry he owned? His father was a
thriftless, idle carpenter, scarcely supporting his family, and with
but the poorest living. His mother was an uneducated woman, but must
have been of an entirely different nature, for she was able to impress
upon her boy a love of learning. During her life, his chief, in fact
his only book, was the Bible, and in this he learned to read. Just
before he was nine years old, the father brought his family acr