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Letters from Christian Workers at Home and Abroad. 93wafl, and inside of this there is a neat iron fenceforming a pleasant walk the entire circuit of thegarden between the fence and the wall. It is abeautiful flower garden, having a fountain nearthe center, and with here and there an old andgnarled olive tree, all kept and tended by aFranciscan monk, who lives in a cosy little housein a corner of the Garden, and who accompniesone throngh the grounds to prevent the cullingof flowers. Also there are some inferior paintingsplaced in alcoves on the wall representing theclosing scenes of the life of Christ, and picturingthe agony he endured for our sakes. It was nearto this place that Judas approached him, and,saying. Hail, Master, kissed him as a signal tohis enemies, and it was here that he displayed hispower to overcome them, thns verifying his owuwords in regard tohis life, "No man taketh itfrom me, but I lay it down of myself, I havepower to lay it down and I have power to takeit again." " He was delivered for our offencesand raised again for our justification."Mr. Walter T. Miller bas kindly allowed usto make the following extracts from a letter receivedfrom Dr. Metheny on April 1, 1888 :As matters are running at this date (Feb. 22)we bave atMersineKaradawarCaradashAdana1st Tarsus2d Tarsus90 pupils100401035090Over three hundred are from Moslem and Ansairiyeh.We are greatly delighted to have beenable to thoroughly break down prejudice whereever a school has been opened. The people nowsee for themselves and freely comment on thecharacter of the benevolent people who supportso many. As there has not been work tor themultitudes, although food now very cheap andplenty has been imported into the province, the"•WHAT DOEST THOU HERE 1 "-What doest thou here, O Christlaii,In the light of the noonday sun 1Lahor on, ere the shadows lengthen ;Weary not till thy task he done.Oh, lie not down In dejection.Beneath the dark juniper tree ;Though Uf e's .journey he long and dreary.The Master will comfort thee.Gto work today In His vineyard;Gather sheaves for Him while you may ;Let earth's famishing ones around theoFollow atter thee day hy day.Scatter down for them generous handfulsOf the pure, life-giving grain;Iq their need, unto thee applying,Let them never seek In vain.Dispense to them Bread from Heaven,The glad Iood that can satisfy,That their yearning souls, partaking.May not hunger, uor thirst, nor die.Point them on to the Shining City,-With Its portals of purest gold;To the Best tor eacti faithful worker.When the years of this life are told :Where the sower shall meet with the reaper.As each one, with his sheaves, shaU oome.To rejoice in the Master's presence,Inthe Heavenly Harvest Home,distress will continue for a long—SALLIBtimeM0BR180N.to come.Philadelphia, Pa.Indeed multitudes have mortgaged all they haveat a rate of interest from which they can neverrise. The money-lenders are utterly heartlessand cruel, Supposing the harvest to be gatheredeven now, the earnings of the summer—yes, inmany iustances, the earnings of the year havebeen mortgaged in advance, and the poor borrowersmust work for the man who lends to him.At home it can scarcely be understood how suchan anomaly can be—plenty of food, very cheap,butso it is, A poor mau, eating soup at Mr.Montgomery's some days ago, was overcome andwept He had not tasted anything warm forfour months.The expenses of many ofthe children are only about four cents and a half,as they eat only once and go home for the rest.But this once, we fear, is nearly all the poorthings get. Others stay and sleep eating tbreetimes a day.Please note our policy: