Eliza Dee Home.

(Scholarship, $50.)

The Eliza Dee Home has been full to its utmost capacity. We can accommodate only sixteen boarding pupils by putting a cot in the hall. We have had one hundred and fifty-eight in the day school. Miss King has managed well and returns another year, as does Miss Wheeler, the sewing teacher.

Our needs here are great. We imperatively need a wing to accommodate our industrial classes, and give more room for boarding pupils. With the crowded condition of Samuel Huston College, they will soon not be able to give us the present room, which is not adequate to our needs. I am at a loss to know what to do, unless we can build this addition in the very near future.

There never was a more critical time in the history of the negro race since the war. The sympathy of the public is not, to say the least, ardent. There is a desperate effort being made in literature and by the secular press, to depress and misunderstand them. The belief in their capability, notwithstanding all that they have done, is being undermined; and all this prejudice is not in the South either. It is a great task to lift a race out of semi-barbarism, ignorance, and superstition. Hied away to themselves in dark masses, with few leaders or guides, is it a wonder they feel

"I am black, I am black,

And yet God made me, they say,
But if he did so, smiling back

He must have cast his work away
Under the feet of His white creatures,
With a look of scorn—that dusky features
Might be trodden again to clay?"

.Are we losing the thought that we have a mission to these helpless ones? Souls may be white, though encased in ebony. Surely they are of the one blood and He who notes the fall of the sparrow has heard their cry and has called us to give them the "Bread of Life." . May God speed the day when "None will be elated while one man is oppressed "

"For mankind are one in spirit

And an instinct bears along,
Round the earth's electric circle,

The swift flash of right or wrong;
Whether conscious or unconscious,

Yet humanity's vast frame,
Through its ocean-sundered fibers.

Feels the gush of joy or shame;
In the gain or loss of one race,

All the rest have equal claim."

  (mrs.) Lavanda Gassner Murphy, Secretary.