erate condition of things will come to an end.

The Girl's Industrial School at Thomasville, Ga., is crowded with
pupils. The dormitory accommodations provide room for only forty pupils,
and forty-two are already there. One feature of the work in this school
is especially worthy of mention; and that is, the thorough study of the
Bible. This is systematic and comprehensive. It does not consist in
learning and repeating, in a parrot-like way, different dates and names.
It is analytical, both in history and biography. It also includes
careful study of Biblical geography. I am sure those in the North who
visit this school will be especially gratified by the success in this
department of the school work.

While looking for a friend in Tallahassee, Fla., I visited his office
two or three times. The office-boy finally informed me that he had "gone
to Liberia." I asked him whether Liberia was a country or a town, and he
replied: "Why, boss! it's de place dey reads books." He meant the
library. I related this experience to the barber at the hotel, and he
turned to the porter and said, "You make just such mistakes, porter."
The porter replied, "Yes, I knows I makes _sentimental_ mistakes." He
supposed a sentimental mistake was one that was made in a sentence. Big
words never stumble them. And yet, little by little they are gaining in
the use of language, and naturally they are orators.

It gives a Protestant Christian a strange feeling when he observes the
Christian bearing of the Roman Catholics toward the colored people in
the South, and the unchristian bearing of many Protestant denominations
toward them. Dropping into the Cathedral at St. Augustine, I saw
graceful white ladies kneeling side by side with black women, and
worshiping together. At Pensacola I went into a Catholic church, and
there in a crowded audience were colored and white people sitting in
adjoining pews with perfect freedom. I went from here into a Methodist
church, and there was not a single colored person present. It would not
be strange if the Roman church gathered into its fold a large part of
the Negroes of the South. Whatever may be the superstition and errors of
their church, they do recognize in every human being a child of God, and
offer to all freedom in Christian service.

* * * * *

THEN AND NOW.

BY MISS L.A. PARMELEE.

THEN.

Nearly twenty years ago a little company of Christians at Byron, Ga.,
decided