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thusiasm is all worked up ready to hand. Then .'I. Besides nil this, there is the necessity of having the hard work of being prepared to speak intelligently, on the theme of the gospel to the same people about three times a week, instead of having one speech to deliver at all the great conferences, mass meetings, conven tions and the various church courts. The point is, if these men who have been di verted from the pulpits of the Churchy to a swivel chair in some office, were turned back to the work of the ordinary ministry to which they were called of God. there would be a con siderable supply for the vacancies in the churches and the money saved, that is now paid to this army of men in salaries, would come near paying the debts. This may be all wrong, but there are quite a number of the people, both in the pulpits and the pews, who are thinking more or less se riously along these lines, and giving expres sion to their thoughts, and it is worth while that the whole Church give at least some con sideration to the subject. And certainly it is the part of wisdom, from a business stand point, instead of multiplying agencies and get ting into debt, to get rid of some of the agen cies we have until we c^n support them. This suggestion appears to the writer to i solve at once two problems, namely: To pro vide men for the vacant churches and save the money now paid in large salaries and apply to the present indebtedness. Lumberton, N. C. LITTLE PILGRIMAGES IN BRAZIL. By Rev. Edward E. Lane. If anyone wishes to understand what the submarines did to the world's shipping let him go to Brazil, where sailings are only at long intervals, and passage is at a premium. How ever, having landed at Rio de Janeiro travel ing difficulties will be at an end, unless the tourist is bound for the trackless regions of Goyaz and Motto Grosso, the interior States of Brazil. The coast line States have fair rail road facilities, some with Pullmans and dining cars. Our first destination was the mission sta tions of the State of San Paulo. Along its principal railway from the city of San Paulo to Campinas great areas of land reforested with Australian eucalyptus told their own story of the destruction of the virgin forests of thir? tropical land. Campinas is the oldest Southern Presbyte rian station in Brazil, and the location of the theological seminary of the General Assembly. The Rev. James P. Smith is the professor rep resenting the Southern Presbyterian Church, succeeding his father, Dr. Roekwell Smith, who for many years trained numbers of the best ministers of the national Church. One of the live questions before the General Assembly, meeting in February, 1920, will be the question of the merging of the Campinas Seminary with the interdenominational seminary at Rio de Janeiro. Ytu is the seat of the bishopric of Rev. Gas ton Boyle, the son of l?ev. John Boyle, a great pioneer of the gospel in Brazil. This young , minister has an immense field in which he is the only Protestant minister, but as the son of his father he is "carrying on" bravely. At Descalvado lives Rev. Alva Hardie. lie. like Nchemiah, is a great btiilder. Three very neat, substantial church buildings have been erected under his supervision, and all in grow ing towns. Mr. Ilardie can do something, too, that Nehemiah could not do m his time ? ope rate a printing press that is rendering a great propaganda service in behalf of the truth. A pilgrimage, not to be foregone under any circumstances, was to Bom Successo, in the State of Minas. It is worth a trip to Brazil to get the welcome that Mrs. Armstrong and Miss See can give at Bom Successo. Both ladies are members of two well-known families. Mrs. Armstrong is the sister of Rev. James H. Tay lor, D. 1)., President Wilson's pastor, and Miss See is the daughter of Mr. Peter II. See, a staunch elder of the Old Stone church, Augusta county, Va., and a sister of Rev. Gamble See, of Floyd, Va. These women broke' in on a strongly entrenched position of the Romish Church, and that single handed, save for Provi dence and their own good hearts. They had a great and miraculous deliverance, about which Brazilians still talk. Mrs. Armstrong and Miss See were awakened late one night by an ex plosion which broke the tiling on the roof. An investigation showed under the house dynamite charges attached to half burned fuses. Ilad all the charges of dynamite exploded the lives of the missionary ladies and the girls in the school would have been lost. The parish priest had employed an accomplice to place and fire the dynamite, and true to form granted absolution and administered holy communion to the man before he planted the bombs. By a very marked providence the fuses were extin guished. To the credit of the Brazilians, be it said, the popular indignation was so great that the priest was ordered out of town and his tool was sent to jail for eighteen months. The school at Bom Successo i:as done so well that it already has two candidates for the ministry, besides many members it has won to the Church. Its progress is, however, not without a price. It gives one's heart strings a tug to see the strain under which these two good women of this mission station must work. Lavras, another well-known mission center,, is beautifully located in the finest climate in Brazil. It is the seat of the Charlotte Kemper College for girls, the Institute Evangelico, and the Agricultural School for boys. These in stitutions justify their existence. One feature needing special favors from the home Church is the self-help department. The school at La vras is the only institution in Brazil offering a poor boy a chance to work for his education; though unfortunately the funds at hand have greatly limited the number of students that can be helped. Dr. S. R. Gammon's perception of the need of such a school has been a great contribution to the evangelization of Brazil. Without such an institution as that at Lavras, with its self-support feature, the most promis ing young men of the native Church cannot be given their life training. The seat of honor in the missionary circles of Brazil is feserved for Miss Charlotte Kemp er, best known as "Aunt Lottie," eighty-two years young, as everyone loves to fhink of her. The neatest handwriting that comes to the desk of Dr. Chester or Dr. Smith is "Aunt Lot tie's." She reads Homer and Virgil daily for mental gymnastics, varying this Spartan exer cise by tutoring backward boys in geometry or trigonometry. Though teaching from three to four hours daily she missed not a class dur ing the last session. "Aunt Lottie" is the ad viser of everyone, comforter and encourager of the new missionaries, and the most beloved woman in all Brazil. She is wise with that wisdom that cometh down from above, that cometh only to the children of the King. These missionary homes where we were guests are simple enough^ and the wife knows more than you about the II. C. L. and that, too, with a salary that is fluctuating constantly with the rate of exchange. Don't for a moment think that anybody loves their country as these ex iles, for you cannot know how to love it unless you have left it for the kingdom of God. As the fragrant coffee warms the conversation the table talk is nearly always of the good land where the flag is full of stars and the fields are full of flowers. And yet these men and women, dearly as they love America, have given her up for love of Christ and they will not leave their field of service until sunset has given the signal that the work is done. Heart to Heart "HE HAS HEARD THEIR CRY." By Benjamin. C. Moomaw. "Simon, hast thou fed my lambs?" "Lord, the wolf in yond fold, E'en as in the days of old. Leaves the stain of Herod there. Will ye ask how many fare Where the desert and the sky Echo with the bitter cry Of this world-old agony? Haste thy coming judgment day; Fling the gory Beast away: Then shall all thy lambs be fed." "Simon, hast thou fed my sheep?" "Where Ararat uplifts his crown Whispers of the Flood come down, Mingling with the deep despair Gasping in the desert there. Lord, shall Sinai's thunder cease While the earth yet seeks release Fiom this mockery of peace? From a nation's piteous grave Haste, O Lord, thy people save; Then shall all thy sheep be fed." "Feed my lambs and feed my eheep, Son of Jonas. Let there be Swift evangel o'er the sea. Lo! in other lands my fold Shelters from the biting cold, . Harbors from the fiery blast. Where my little ones are cast Feet of love have come at last Till they find in safer ways Solace for their yesterdays. Thus shall all my lambs be fed." Barber, Va., December, 1919. THE SMOOTHERS OF THE WAY. "She always made things easier," was the tribute paid a little while ago to a quiet woman not much known outside the four walls of her household and in a charity or two, but who yet left an aching void behind her when she passed on into Jhe larger life. No one who knew her conld help recognizing the sim ple completeness of the statement. From her husband to her housemaid, every one in the family left his or her daily way smoothed and straightened by her tact and system and gen tleness. She was a living example of George Eliot's saying: "What do we live for if it is not to make life less difficult for one an other?" To some girls and women perhaps this seems a small end to live for. Yet that it is so often approached makes the hope and happiness of home. Life is increasingly difficult, increas ingly complex, in many communities today. The husband, the children, the friends of the woman who "makes things easier," more and more rise up and call her blessed. Her work is worth living for, because it continually makes every life within its influence seem bet ter work living. * And when she is gone ? how rugged the way, how heavy the burden, with out her gentle ministry! We hear a great deal nowadays about the superfluous woman. Some branches of woman's work may be over crowded ? but never, never, surely, the higU vocation of the smoother of the way. ? Har per's Bazar.