Missionary Society of England and the Conge Bololo
Mission, another Baptist society of England.. The first
mentioned being represented by Rev. R. H. C. Graham and
wife and Mr. Pinnock, these geod people were stationed at
Underhill when our dear Bro. Lapsley fell asleep in Jesus
He was taken care of by them in his last ilmess and they
placed him in his last resting place; and they mourned
his less as much as any ef his brethren and friends in hi
ewn beloved church. So you see we are net strangers. Th
second mentioned Society being represented by Mr. Wooding
and wife and Mr. Morgan who also knew bro. Lapsley.

Each station has a number of children in its care.
Some of them little slaves who have been taken from their
owners, by the state, and placed in the care of these kin
Missionaries. Here they are carefully trained and taught
the sweet old story of Jesus. Three small children, thus
taken some time ago, are under Mrs. Graham's care. Poor
hemeless little creatures them, but now with a good home
and as happy as the day is long.

You, children, in your comfortable homes in America,
with leving fathers and mothers, geod scheels, fine chure.
es and pleasant Sabbath Schools to attend, have ne idea
of the life led by these poor little dark-skinned childre.

I think your hearts would ache, as mine did one day
this week when I went with Mr. Graham to the market, and
saw many mothers with their little babes slung en their
sides or backs for that is the way these Congo women
carry their babies.

Let me tell you a little about this market. It is
very different from our markets at home. We went there
hoping that we would be able to induce some of the women
te ceme and attend the Bible Class held at Mrs. Graham's
every Sunday afternoon.

I shall try and give you some idea of this market.
When I say market, you see a building with a number of
stalls in it where are sold meats, fish, vegetables and
fruits. But there is ne building here--simply a small
open space out on the Common. This space is fenced off
in sections. In these sections the women sit with their
wares displayed on the ground before them. What is this
queer leoking food? You say. Well, that is a basket of
reasted worms, something like those that web up in the
trees; this is a basket ef fresh roasted lecusts and both

counted delicacies by the natives. Here some delicious
fine apples, there some sweet petatioes; there some red
peppers. These last two, of course, being well known to
