NAMA, my little girl, has had small-pox. Poor little thing, she was quite covered. We removed her to a little hut by herself, where she was attended to by Mrs. Bird, and through the Lord's mercy she is getting better. I can hear her singing away at verses of hymns she has picked up, in the Undundu language. She seems so pleased and happy. Mr. Bird says, "one would think to hear her sing, that she was really converted.” Before her illness she was doing her work so nicely. She cultivated a little field, made her own pots, and got grass for her baskets, all with a view of teaching her to do for herself. I desire to teach her to read, write, sew, and other useful things, and above all, I long to win her for the Savior, who loves and gave Himself for her. We have other two girls with us. One a little girl named Mbuya, the other, who is older, is named Cesanga, and was one of Queen Nana’s slaves. Both are of the "Va Luena,” and speak a different language from that of Nama, so we are a mixed lot. But how blessed to know that God loves sinners of every tongue, and that by the blood of the Lamb, a people shall be brought to heaven at last, out of every tribe and nation and tongue, to gather round the throne. Will the boys and girls who have received the Gospel themselves, and been saved by it, pray that soon its joyful sound may be known by the boys and girls of Nana Kandundu.