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Letters from Christian Workers at Home and Abroad. 185noon and rode about twenty miles to a Moham- women of the place called on us. I found shemedan village called Gebaly. The Moslem who could read. Mr. Easson had given a book toseids his giris to school is telegraph operator the little boy and she promised the women tohere and his .brother-in-law is operator in Gebaly. read it to them. She went round with us to iu-He had a sister in the last stage of consumption troduce us to some of the people. WhUe out weunder Dr. Balph's care. When the operator here met what I had never witnessed before, a Moslemheard we were to be in Gebaly over night he sent funeral. It was ot a young girl the daughter ofa telegram to his brother in law, who came out an official. The body was carried on a kind ofto meet us and took us to his house. The house bier, something like a wood rack only narrow. Iis built on an old castle. It is reached by circu- conld not see how the body was wrapped but Ilar steps, the remains of an old amphitheatre, ex- have heard of it. They call it " seffin." Overactly like what we have seen in pictures. As we the bier was a rich silk " Azar " (the covering asat there and had a beautiful view of the sur- woman wears when she appears in public) whichrounding country we thought of the many thiugs had belonged to the girl. Before was a manwehad read about in those old exciting times, half clad with loose garments, carrying a flagWhat changes have been I But the fear of God and another beating a drum. Behind were men,is not before the eyes of the people yet much and following them women screaming and wringmorethan then. A few steps away there is a ing and clapping their hands. Such a feelingmosque built over the grave of " Sultan Ibrahim" of sadness came over me. People going down towho died on the Island of Arva and was brought death and we cannot save thom. " Arise, Ohere for burial. A Moslem woman told me that God, plead thine own cause.''the pure cold water that flows from a fountain in- We were invited to dinner with a son of oneside the mosque had cured many diseased people of the families in Latakia who are warm friendson account ofthe Sultan's grave being so near it. to us. That evening we went twelve miies fur-As we entered the house we were taken ther to a village called Banias. On the way weinto the " hareem" and Mr. Easson was con- passed a settlement of Circassians. They wereducted to another apartment. It seemed banished after the Russian Turkish war. Alfannyto have him spirited away in that nncere- though such a lawless people, they have somemonious way. You know he is a most successful enterprise. They have invariably settled near aladies' man. At least when on a journey we are good stream of water. We fouud wide fieldsofmost successful in giving him an infinite amount corn growing that reminded us of home and weof trouble and he is successful in making us as actually saw them loading wheat on a wagoncomfortable as circumstances wUl admit. I drawn by oxen.pitied him in not having anything to do for once At Banias we were entertained by an old acandasked him afterwards if he were not lonely, quaintance from Latakia. The chief attractionThe people treated us as weU as they could and of this place is a clear stream of water issuingwe in turn paid them by sending for Dr. Balph's from numerous little springs all near each otherinterpreter to come and see the sick giri to gratify among picturesque rocks. This would be nothher.She has died since; and the question comes ing at home, but here, m this dry and parchedwith solemn force; did God hear onr silent praver land, you can not know what a boon is a founfojjjgy ' tain or stream of water. It is not much wonderThe next day was spent in getting acquainted that poor human Lot chose i region weU wateredwith the people. One of the few Greek Christian everywhere.