from an outsider as to the work of Christian missions in the Sunrise Kingdom. Attention is still to be called to the American Board Almanac for 1912 (ten cents a copy; fifteen copies for a dollar) and to the new and cheaper editions of the "Story of the American Board,' which put that book within the reach of all.

Handbooks

AMONG the publications which those who seek to keep abreast of the missionary branch of the world's Two Valuable work have come to regard as indispensable are two volumes constructed on the same lines: "The Christian Movement in Japan and the "China Year-Book." Each of them gives in concise and yet comprehensive form a survey of the progress of their fields, not only as to strictly religious affairs, but also as to related lines of political, educational, and social welfare. The Missionary Education Movement, 156 Fifth Avenue, New York, renders good service to all students of missionary affairs in undertaking to be the sales agent for these books in this country. The books may be obtained of them at the following prices: "The China Mission Year-Book," $1.50, postpaid; "The Christian Movement in Japan," 87 cents, postpaid.

Everyland Deserves Every Child

NOBODY can wish a better magazine for boys and girls than Everyland; superb in printing and illustration, bright from cover to cover with attractive articles and departments; catching attention by novel devices in form and material, and withal aiming to interest the children in the best things of the world. It is frankly a missionary magazine, dealing with home and foreign missions, the peace movement, and many forms of modern philanthropy. Yet is it no sugar-coated pill; rather a frosted cake, whose substance is found to be so appetizing that the make-up of the magazine is just an added delight. The secret of its charm is revealed when it is said that its editors are Mrs. Lucy

W. Peabody and Mrs. Helen Barrett Montgomery. It is an undenominational quarterly magazine; price, fifteen cents a copy, fifty cents a year. Send for a sample copy, or take our word for it and try a year's subscription for some child. Subscriptions may be sent through the American Board's Publishing Department, or directly to Everyland Publishing Co., West Medford, Mass.

A Memorial to Titus Coan

THE Congregational Church in Killingworth, Conn., is to place a bronze tablet in its church building in memory of Titus Coan, the famous missionary of the American Board to the Hawaiian Islands from 1834-82. In addition it is proposed to mark with an appropriate inscription the large bowlder near the church and in front of the house where Dr. Coan was born. The plans involve an expenditure of $475, and as the church is not able to undertake this alone, it has sought and is receiving the practical co-operation of relatives and friends of Dr. Coan. If any such friends who have not been reached directly are moved to make a contribution thereto, when they learn of what is contemplated, they may send their gift to Rev. W. A. Jenkins, R. F. D. No. 2, Clinton, Conn., the treasurer of the fund and pastor of the church.

A Useful Old Age

THE Missionary Herald Club in a certain Massachusetts church has for some years been secured by one who is now in her eighty-sixth year and who describes herself as a physical wreck. "Love for the Herald," she adds, "and for the work which it represents, has induced me to make this effort."

It is not surprising to find that this club has four new members for 1912, fourteen in all. Yet it is safe to say that there are a thousand Congregational churches in the land in which a similar club could be secured; in which, too, it could be far more easily organized than by this aged and invalid woman.

H

E was a young man who had suffered much persecution from members of the Orthodox church because he became a Protestant. By hard work he earned his own way from earliest boyhood, secured an education, and, with his young bride, went to take charge of one of our village churches. He had written me for an increase of salary, and between sessions of the annual conference I took him out for a walk on the hills to inquire more particularly whether indeed his salary of $158.40 per year and house rent were insufficient. He said: "I am thankful for what I have, and am not in the least complaining; but in the last few weeks I have had to do what I never did before, even when as an orphan boy I was supporting myself and learning a trade in the city- I have had to contract a debt. I owe fifteen dollars, and now for the first time in my life it is possible for one to say to me, 'You are a Christian; why don't you pay what you owe me?

"My wife is economical; I get a little piece of meat, and she makes soup and gravy and makes it last three meals. But for a month we have had no meat; only bread. My wife never complains;

she never says, 'Why don't you get this or that'; but I feel sorry for her just the same. I do spend money for books and papers; I must have them; and the tithe of my income I give to the Lord; but I spend for nothing else save necessities."

I asked him how much of an increase in salary he desired, and he thought that if he had $17.60 more a year he could get along. I am treasurer of the station, and I thought of the Native Agency page on the ledger and its balance of $121.50 on the wrong side, which I am trying to wipe out before the next "semi-annual." And I knew his church could pay no more than the amount already laid upon them. Could I find $17.60 anywhere save out of my own well-drained pocket? I did not know, and do not yet; but I promised him that he should have the increase, so the young wife will not have to want for food.

As we parted he remarked, “A man said to me the other day that he did not want any of his sons to go into the ministry, seeing the way ministers have to live; but I told him that if I had ten sons I should want them all to be ministers."

TO THE WHITE PEOPLE IN AMERICA. Lords and Ladies All.

I

AM only a witch doctor. Not exactly a witch doctor either, for I don't give people medicines or charms to cure them if they are bewitched. I only smell out for them the witch who has bewitched them or tell them the sickness which has "just come of itself." I really don't know how I can tell them these things or even what I tell them, for I forget the words that I speak as soon as they have left my mouth.

This has been a great trouble to me. It came upon me when I was a little girl about 14 years old, at the time of the rin-.. derpest (1895) when all the cattle died. I began to have pains in my shoulders and would cry a great deal without knowing why. I didn't want to speak to people and would never speak to any one except my mother and then only

GREETING

TRANSLATED BY

JAMES B. MCCORD, M.D.

me very much, but I don't think that it hurt the spirits in me for they didn't leave. At last the doctor saw that he couldn't cure me, so he trained me to be a smelling-out doctor.

I stayed with the doctor a year and then went home. Soon people began to come to me to have me tell them of their

sicknesses or to ask me about other things. When they come I begin to feel nervous and have pains in my shoulders. Then my thoughts begin to be all mixed up and I know that I am talking but I don't know what I am talking about. When they go away I forget everything that I have said.

All the money that the people brought to me I had to give to my father. Even now when I am married I have to send to my parents all the money I make in this way. My father and mother are both heathen. I have a brother who is a christian and another small brother who perhaps will be when he is old enough. My brother wants my mother to be a christian but her heart does not tell her to do so. He also wants me to be a christian and my heart tells me to, but I cannot so long as these spirits have possession of me. The doctor (missionary doctor) tells me that

when I wanted something very much. If people talked to me I would run off into the woods so as to be alone. I was this way about a year until at last my parents took me to a witch doctor for him to cure me. He told me I was a little fool and took switches and tried to whip it out of me. The whipping hurt

they will leave if I become a christian and other people have told me the same thing. I hope that it is true. I may try some day. I am still thinking about it. I must say good-bye now. Perhaps the next time you see me I will be dressed

like a christian-who knows? If my heart leads me that way I think that I will. I am

SAHLUKENE CELE,

the Witch Doctor.

Unfortunately the authorship of the following sketch has been somehow lost from record, so that it must be printed here anonymously. The illustrations are from photographs furnished by Rev. A. W. Stanford, of Kobe, and represent New Year scenes of 1911 in that city. - THE EDITOR.

T

OKYO is a great city. It contends

with Chicago in respect to population, now claiming officially a little over two million souls. It is great in distances, having, even for its acknowledged population, a large area- about fifty-six square miles.

The change which comes over the city during the closing days of December and early days of January is still in many ways surprising. The Japanese anxiety to settle up all accounts on December 31, so as to be able to face the new year without care or regret, has not left the Yedokian. To do this, he hustles about in the last day of the year, in manner half mad, and can still work all the last night of the year in his struggle to get even with the world and make up for the neglect of months' standing. Though the severity of the times led to a few suicides among those who had been too reckless in business, it is perhaps true that the masses of the people were able to meet the year's end with more than average satisfaction.

The weather in Tokyo being fairly good, no hindrance existed to the enjoyment of the usual pastimes, and young and old, male and female, were seen busy at the usual calling, or amusing themselves with the battledore and shuttlecock and new-fangled kites. Wide streets became lanes heavily bordered with trees, utilized for the day and giving the city an interesting and quiet appearance. No business was done except at post and telegraph of

fices, and all sought recreation and paid their social debts. True, the Japanese gentleman in some cases made his round of friendly calls clad in a Prince Albert, silk hat, kid gloves, a cane of the latest approved form and fashion, and rode in a fine, new automobile; a condition of affairs which ten years ago would not have seemed even possible in this "land of inconsequent now." Yet he must make some calls and keep up the fashion. It becomes more apparent from year to year, however, that old customs are gradually losing their hold, and calling cards are often simply mailed to their destination.

On no previous New Year occasion has it been possible to witness among the men on street and car so many cases of boisterous conduct, the result of indulgence in foreign liquors. Young men were seen to treat ladies publicly on the cars in a manner so shocking as to cause the old resident to wonder whether he really were in polite Japan. It was in some instances painfully evident that street car conductors have not yet learned their responsibility for the decent care of their cars when drunken passengers appear. All this brings the suggestion that the beer halls thrive well, though institutions which promote the moral health and happiness of the people struggle for an existence.

Tokyo on New Year's eve is today a scene of strange contrasts. Scores of little shops beside the street sell ancient curios, New Year cards decorated with the boar, and a thousand other strange trinkets suggestive of long ago, while along the same street spins a