WE have a very interesting school of little African boys and girls in one of the villages here. The first day I went out to try and gather them, I got over twenty names, some of them pretty little children. I gather them together around me, under a tree. We sing a hymn in Umbundu, sometimes that well-known one, "Come to Jesus, just now." I fix up my "blackboard" on one of the mud huts, where they may all see it. It consists of a piece of black linen, with a stick at each end to keep it straight; the chalk, a bit of the lime used here for whitewashing houses. I write on this the letters of the Alphabet, and the children are usually very attentive. Some of the older ones come and listen also. Then I get some pieces of paper and write the Alphabet on them for the bigger boys and girls, so that they may learn them at home. You would have been interested to see how carefully they carried these pieces of paper home. They took a bit of stick from a bush growing near, in the tops of which they each cut a slit, into which the paper was put. Then they marched along the path holding in banner-style their Alphabets. I may say that this is the mode in which letters are carried here. We have begun to repeat the Gospel by John also, the children repeating each verse after me. They are very obliging, and often want to carry my bag for me. One of my little boys was walking along yesterday saying, "Ondaka ya Suku," that is―"She speaks the Words of God." I am thankful to be thus permitted to have this little service among the little boys and girls of these dark African villages. One day they may be able to read God's Word for themselves, and to learn their lost condition as sinners in the sight of God, and how God loved them, and gave His Son to die for them, that they might be saved. This is what you need to know and believe, dear children, for yourselves, just as much as the boys and girls in Africa. Here they have not been rejecting the gospel, for few―O how few -have ever heard the name of Jesus. O, the darkness and the ignorance that is everywhere manifest around us here, as to the knowledge of God and His Son. How thankful I am to be privileged to tell these little ones the simple truths of the Gospel, and to teach them to read. One day these dark lands may shine with Gospel light, and sound with the song of sinners saved. Will those of you who know Jesus as your own Savior, pray that He may win many of those little African hearts for Himself? If you have not yet been saved by Him yourself, will you trust Jesus now? Then you will be one of His own, and your heart will be filled with His love for others―yet without Him, such as the little boys and girls of Africa. I hope to be able to tell you one day of some of my little boys and girls being brought to Jesus. This will be the grandest news I can send. I know that many who are Christ's are praying for this, and God is faithful: He will answer prayer.