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of everything offensive to your cherished institution. And though we did
not, Brother Hadger, break up in the continuance of that love we were
wont to when you were among us, we sustained the principle that seemeth
most acceptable to you--we gained the victory over our disaffected
Brothers. And I am desired on behalf of the Society, to thank you for
the handsome remittance, hoping you will make it known, through peace
and love, to those who kindly contributed toward it. The Board of
'Foreign Missions,' as you will see by the report, also passed a vote of
thanks for your favor. How grateful to think what one will do to
enlighten the heathen world, and how many will receive a tract through
the medium of the other.

"We are now in want of a few thousand dollars, to get the Rev. Singleton
Spyke, a most excellent person, off to Antioch. Aid us with a mite,
Brother Hadger, for his mission is one of God's own. The enclosed letter
is an appeal to Sister Swiggs, whose yearly mites have gone far, very
far, to aid us in the good but mighty work now to be done. Sister Swiggs
will have her reward in heaven for these her good gifts. How thankful
should she be to Him who provides all things, and thus enableth her to
bestow liberally.

"And now, Brother, I must say adieu! May you continue to live in the
spirit of Christian love. And may you never feel the want of these mites
bestowed in the cause of the poor heathen.

"SISTER ABIJAH SLOCUM."

"May the good be comforted!" ejaculates Mrs. Swiggs, as Mr. Hadger
concludes. She has listened with absorbed attention to every word, at
times bowing, and adding a word of approval. Mr. Hadger hopes something
may be done in this good cause, and having interchanged sundry
compliments, takes his departure, old Rebecca opening the door.

"Glad he's gone!" the old lady says to herself. "I am so anxious to hear
the good tidings Sister Slocum's letter conveys." She wipes and wipes
her venerable spectacles, adjusts them piquantly over her small, wicked
eyes, gives her elaborate cap-border a twitch forward, frets her finger
nervously over the letter, and gets herself into a general state of
confritteration. "There!" she says, entirely forgetting her Milton,
which has fallen on the floor, to the great satisfaction of the worthy
old cat, who makes manifest his regard for it by coiling himself down
beside it, "God bless her. It makes my heart leap with joy when I see
her writing," she pursues