has brightened our year is the arrival of a pretty
school organ, the generous gift of Mr. S.D. Smith, President of the
Smith Organ and Piano Company, Boston, Mass. It chanced that at the same
time, Mr. Hall, our Superintendent, came to visit us, and one morning
early we found him at work with his own hands removing it from its box.
On its being taken into the school-room where all the pupils were
assembled for the morning exercises, Mr. Hall in a felicitous manner
presented it to the school in Mr. Smith's name, taking from the children
in return a hearty "Thank you" for the donor, and a promise to make use
of the organ "in the cause of temperance and for the Lord Jesus Christ."
Then the first notes pealed forth from the sweet-toned organ, notes of
praise, accompanying the children's voices in the Gloria Patri. Then
holy hymns and temperance songs filled the air with melody.

The jubilee ended with grand old "America," and as we came to the
closing lines, how truly our hearts echoed the prayer:

"Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light,
Protect us by thy might,
Great God, our King."

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THE INDIANS.

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VISIT TO PARK STREET CHURCH STATION.

BY MRS. T.L. RIGGS.

For a long time I have wished to see something of the people and of the
work at White River. The station there, Park Street Church Station,
so-called because the church of that name in Boston contributed the money
for its establishment, was almost the only one under Mr. Riggs's care
that I had not visited. Although the supervision of it, and of the whole
Rosebud Agency field, has recently been assumed by Mr. Cross, Mr. Riggs
continues to confer with him in regard to the management of it, and for
this purpose made a journey thither a few weeks ago. A happy combination
of circumstances at home made it possible for me to accompany him.

After three days of travel in pony-cart, we came in sight of the White
River, and before descending into the valley and crossing the river
caught a glimpse of the station building and the villages on the hills
near it. Climbing the hill at the rear of the station, we drove into the
yard, completely surprising Mr. Cross, who, nevertheless gave us a most
hearty welcome.

As soon as the news of our arrival had spread, we began to have
visitors, but, knowing that I should not see many of the people,
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