properly apparelled, who did his part excellently well. I never enjoyed anything more than the rapturous delight of the children when the Indian speech came forth from that rubicund mask with its flowing white beard and wig. And the toys and the sweets and the candles and the tinsel-glitter and the happy, excited young faces made up a picture that I shall long remember.

was

The affair was all over and we were sitting over a pipe and a cup of tea before going to bed, when there came hurriedly another messenger-a girl almost frightened to death. Her grownup brother, with whom she lived, was drunk, and had a pistol, and threatening to shoot the members of the family. Pulling open a drawer and slipping a pair of handcuffs into his hip pocket, Mr. Hoare jumped up and got his cap and mitts. "Shall I go with you?" I asked. "No, I can manage him," he answered. I waited somewhat uneasily for half an hour, and then he returned. "You did not have to use them?" I asked, as he opened the drawer and threw the handcuffs in again. "No, the sight of them was

enough; but I had some trouble in getting the gun away from him. He's in bed now, and he understands that if he makes another break, I'll chain him up till morning and then march him down to gaol. I'd make a charge against him, anyway, but I know those folks would never testify against him-and I'd hate to have to try to make them. Besides, it's the man who sold him the stuff that I want to get, and I think I have a clue. But it's heart-breaking work; it's the beginning and end of my troubles, this whiskey selling." And so it is all along the river. It is making the native. thriftless, reckless, imprudent; careless of his own good name, careless of the honor of wife or daughter, so he can get the stuff to satisfy the craving within. And we need men like Mr. Hoarecalm, confident, capable-who will tackle. it and grapple with it, even with the ludicrously imperfect instrument which the present law supplies.

It is the easiest thing in the world for a missionary to be popular in Alaska. He has merely to shut his eyes and be pleasant. If you could show me a missionary who is popular with the riff-raff

of the river towns, I would show you a man out of place, who ought to be presiding gracefully over the decay of some small parish "outside." I will almost gauge the usefulness of a missionary in Alaska by his unpopularity with a certain large and influential class. But we want men!-many-sided, adaptable men, who can take hold of a situation and handle it; who will not be afraid of the averted looks and open dislike of a large section of the population. We need men who can preach and teach and run sawmills and reindeer herds, and rule a hundred natives with an iron hand in a velvet glove (which is not a covert reference to handcuffs), and doctor their sicknesses and stir them up to better things physically and morally and spiritually; who can stand foursquare for their defence against the white offscouring that infests this river, even to hunting up evidence and going singlehanded into the courts to prosecute before an antagonistic jury.

We need men who can do these things, or who can learn to do these things. It is "the white man's burden" in its highest sense, and it calls for "the best we breed." And we need half a dozen of them badly, right now, clergymen or laymen.

THE CHURCH IN NEW

OF

GUINEA

F the seventy persons who have worked in the Church of England New Guinea mission, no fewer than ten have been permanently invalided, and eight have laid down their lives for the sacred cause. New Guinea combines possibly more dangers than any other mission, with the exception of those in West Africa and the Universities' Mission to Central Africa. In addition to the practice of cannibalism among the people, the climate is malarious. With regard to the future of the English Church in New Guinea, some apprehension is felt as to the new policy of the Government in proposing to appoint an Australian Governor as administrator of New Guinea and "to develop the resources of

the country." It is hoped that there will be no change in the sympathy which missions up to the present time have received from the civil administration. The mission, founded on the principles laid down by Bishop George Selwyn in the South Sea Islands, is being splendidly worked and managed. There is no overlapping of missionary agencies, and thus the natives are not confused by having presented to them various forms of the Christian religion. Bishop StoneWigg has secured more volunteers for service than he has means to support.

WHY HE WANTS THE CHURCH

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SUGGESTIVE incident occurred here in Wrangell the other day. Soon after my first visit to Petersburg, a new town forty miles from here, a man who was a stranger to me remained after service and said: "Mr. Corser, do what you can for Petersburg. I have a family of four children there." The man was a Norwegian, speaking English brokenly. Petersburg is largely a Norwegian settlement. The people have not yet drifted away into scepticism, which is so often the case with Norwegians. There is a splendid opening for a lady missionary who will teach a small school, and do such other work as may be in her power. A large part of the stipend can be received on the field. If the lady could be a Norwegian, it would help wonderfully.

From the Rev. H. P. Corser,
Wrangell, Alaska.

YALE'S MEMORIAL TO A
MISSIONARY SON

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HE eyes of the whole world are

fixed upon the Florida east coast, and the gigantic railroad proposition which which American enterprise is unfolding "over the keys" to Havana. With viaducts and bridges of masonry and concrete, the steel rails make a roadway far out into the ocean. Millions of dollars have been expended, and many more will be, to complete this, one of the greatest engineering feats of the century. From a comfortable seat in a parlor car, the traveller will be able to look out on one side across the rolling billows of the Atlantic, and on the other over the Gulf of Florida. It will be possible, when the road is completed, to leave New York on a winter evening and the second afternoon step ashore in the eternal summer of the Cuban capital. Time-less than forty-eight hours.

Already emigration has set in along the line, and government land heretofore spurned, is in demand for homesteads and settlements. Bishop Gray, with his usual alertness, has not been unmindful of the opportunities for the Church, and has a missionary on the ground, ministering already. The missionary is not under the vows of either celibacy or poverty, but at the present such a man can best fill the bill, and circumstances have made these conditions voluntary.

Space forbids a detailed account of the work and needs of our missions already established-chapels to be built, to accommodate congregations crowded out of schoolhouses and depots, and all the innumerable wants of pioneer field to be met. It is not always easy to sail into a foreign port and be perfectly at home, and the Church with her distinctive liturgy and faith has to win her way by gentleness over much prejudice and indifference.

While some of the work is among a class hard to reach with any religion and all are poor, we do have some "gen

tle blood" of Churchmen and women to the manner born. In one of my missions where we need and must build a chapel this winter a great-granddaughter of Bishop Seabury, in her old age and infirmities, is trying to make a homestead, living alone in the woods, with three young grandchildren.

Just one incident of recent occurrence will give an idea of what the Church is to these pioneer people. On my last visitation to the mission at Redlands, fifty miles from my home, I had to walk six miles through the woods, over a very rough road. On the way I heard of the death of a little baby a mile out of my path. The people were newcomers and "crackers." I went to their place and found them living in a rude, hastily built shack-a young man of twenty, the wife eighteen. Twin babies had come three weeks before and this was the second to die. A little one, two years old, toddled about his father's knees, and the dead baby lay in a soap-box ready for burial in a solitary grave, out in the woods nearby. The family had had no religious associations, and seemed dazed, like animals in the presence of death. It all seemed so hopeless to them, perhaps cruel. If they thought at all it was with the old, old doubt, "How can the seeming cruelties of this world leave any place for a God?" I made a prayer, and then told them the story the Bishop of London told the men in Wall Street, about the boy and the kite, and applied it to their special needs. Then we buried the baby under the benediction of God's grace in the shadow of His cross, and left with them the eternal hope.

Only an incident in life everywhere, but oh! so pathetic out in the wilds of this new country, so cheerless and hard, with no semblance of Christian rite and faith. It is only a sample of the need of our ministrations. I must build a chapel there this winter. Already the

sadly in need of repair, and the owner agreed to let us have the repairs made and deduct the cost from the rent.

The building contains the chapel, the schoolrooms, the dormitory and living quarters for the missionary and his family. It is a cheap structure, and not well adapted to our purposes. But we made the beginning last January. Since that time the chapel has become too small and the classes have overflowed into the chapel. The dormitories could only accommodate fifteen and that limit was reached some time since, so that lately Mr. Planas has been compelled to decline to receive any more pupils to live in the house. The day-school has steadily increased in numbers. These boarding and day scholars pay a sufficient amount to meet the running expenses of the school, outside the rent of the building, but we can go no further in the development of the work as we have reached the limit of our quarters.

As it aims to be an industrial school, we are also sadly in need of equipment for the various departments. This is the only attempt on the part of Cuba to build up a Hampton, Lawrenceville, or Tuskegee for the Negroes. We are pioneers in this work, and the field is

open to us if we but seize the opportunity. None of the religious bodies doing work in Cuba, excepting ourselves, are making any attempt to reach the Negroes.

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CUBAN NOTES

LL the schools are running with a full complement of pupils. This is notably the case with the Cathedral School for girls in the Vedado. Havana, which opened in the fall with fifty, but already has ninety children.

The Theological Seminary at Jesus del Monte, Havana, is training nine candidates for Orders.

At Santiago de Cuba, the headquarters of the mission have been changed to a better locality, and a larger house. There is now a separate house for the school, which is progressing finely under the care of the Rev. J. B. Mancebo.

It is expected that work will begin immediately on the new church at Guantanamo, the gift of Mr. W. W. Frazier, of Philadelphia, and that it will be completed within a year.

A new chapel is to be built at McKinley, Isle of Pines.