gnesia, Cassaba, Demish, and
Baindir, where all is darkness, we have conceived a mission to Antioch;
and third, we have been earnestly engaged in, and have spent a few
thousand dollars over a project of the 'Tract Society,' which is the
getting up of no less than one or two million of their excellent tracts,
for the Dahomy field of missionary labor--such as the Egba mission, the
Yoruba mission, and the Ijebu missions. Oh! Sister, what a field of
labor is here open to us. And what a source of joy and thankfulness it
should be to us that we have the means to labor in those fields of
darkness. We have selected brother Singleton Spyke, a young man of great
promise, for this all-important mission to Antioch. He has been for the
last four years growing in grace and wisdom. No expense has been spared
in everything necessary to his perfection, not even in the selection of
a partner suited to his prospects and future happiness. We now want a
few thousand dollars to make up the sum requisite to his mission, and
pay the expenses of getting him off. Come to our assistance, dear
Sister--do come! Share with us your mite in this great work of
enlightening the heathen, and know that your deeds are recorded in
heaven. ('Verily!' says the old lady.) And now, hoping the Giver of all
good will continue to favor you with His blessing, and preserve you in
that strength of intellect with which you have so often assisted us in
beating down Satan, and hoping either to have the pleasure of seeing
you, or hearing from you soon, I will say adieu! subscribing myself a
servant in the cause of the heathen, and your sincere Sister,

"MRS. ABIJAH SLOCUM.

"P.S.--Remember, dear Sister, that the amount of money expended in
idol-worship--in erecting monster temples and keeping them in repair,
would provide comfortable homes and missions for hundreds of our very
excellent young men and women, who are now ready to buckle on the armor
and enter the fight against Satan.

"A.S."

"Dear-a-me," she sighs, laying the letter upon the table, kicking the
cat as she resumes her rocking, and with her right hand restoring her
Milton to its accustomed place on the table. "Rebecca," she says, "will
get a pillow and place it nicely at my back." Rebecca, the old slave,
brings the pillow. "There, there! now, not too high, nor too low,
Rebecca!" her thin, sharp voice echoes, as she works her shoulders, and
permits her long fingers to wander over her cap-border. "Wh