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snow and oh, so sweet ! I wish I could send
you some ; but they are like other beautiful
things, very transient.

The weather is very dry here now. No rain
for about three weeks. M. C. C. B.


[From Georgia s Letter.^

Ma and I have been here three weeks and I
have not written to you yet, but I have been so
busy seeing new people and new things that I
have not had time.

Addie iWoodard] staid with me the first
week. We had such a nice time going up and
down the branches, finding waterfalls. We
found several large ones, one makes a dreadful
noise falling on the rocks. The fields look so
funny here, all stumps. I don't see how any-
thing can grow.

There is a beautiful vase of magnolias and
bays here on the table. I never saw any flow-
ers so beautiful as they are.

Going to aunt Lizzie's we pass a grove of
evergreens. It looks like our yard at home
only a little more so. The yards don't look so
pretty here as they do at home, for there is no
grass on them.

We were out in the woods last week and
found some sweet shrubs [Calycanthus floridus].
I never smelt anything so sweet in rny life.

Herbert arrived here all safe and sound Mon-
day. I am looking for you now every day.

There is a cape jessamine open this morning.
We have had several kinds of fruits, strawber-
ries, mulberries, huckleberries, dewberries,
plums, and the blackberries are getting ripe.

I spun a little last week. I am going to
learn how if I can. Georgie.

In Georgie' s letter there is expressed, quite
singularly, an expectation of her father's join-


ing them in the South, of which no intimation
had been given nor had such an idea then been
entertained. But as the weeks of May and June
passed along, that father's overtaxed physical
powers began to show some alarming symp-
toms. Sleep became almost a stranger, pros-
tration came suddenly when he was at the
house of a friend, a fever came on, and his
family physician, Dr. A. J. Pratt, thought it
probable that if he lay down with the threat-
ened typhoid fever he would never rise up
again. Dr. Pratt therefore prescribed, as the
main hope for preserving life, a trip to the
South, and he, probably aided by some other
friends, furnished the funds for the journey.
The invalid was conveyed in a buggy to the
depot, took the cars for Chicago, June 23d,
took dinner at Elder Whitehead's, who was
then the pastor of the North Star church, went
out from the cool waters of Lake Michigan
on an Illinois Central train, and on the cars at
length found some delightful, refreshing sleep.
It seemed to be a singular direction for an
invalid to journey in mid-summer in quest of
health ; but cool, clear streams of water were
flowing among the deep shades of the pine
belt of Alabama ; rich fruits were ripening
there ; and above all loved ones and dear ones
were there. The threatened fever was thus


averted. With sleep and rest and nourishing
food came renewed strength ; and so, before
June closed, Georgie did meet her father among
the pines. And so the whole family were there.
For twelve years eight such weeks of rest and
recreation this pastor had not enjoyed.

The exceeding pleasantness of that visit, four
months for some and two months for all, can-
not be expressed in words. For one there was
the home of childhood and youth, with its rich
Southern beauty, and with most of the friends
of youth living to give a glad welcome. For
another there were pleasant associations to be
revived, and so many dear kindred and friends
to enjoy whose society free from all cares and
responsibilities was indeed a luxury. To the
children everything was fresh and new and
attractive in that Southern clime. And to all,
the flowers and fruits were charming. Said
Georgie, for one season, and for the first time,
she had all the peaches she wanted to eat.
And she learned to eat fresh figs.

Near the last of August all returned together
by way of Montgomery, Nashville, and Indian-
apolis, hastening to be present at the annual
gathering of the county Sunday School Con-
vention of which organization the North Street
pastor had been elected Secretary in 1866, and
he held the position until August 1877.


They reached home in safety August 23d,
just in time for the anniversary, refreshed in
body, and mind, and heart; and the pastor
entered once more upon church work, with the
feeling of one who had received a new lease of
life, of health, of endurance, and of capability.
He had travelled two thousand miles by car
and steamer and three hundred miles on horse-
back. By him and his never will be forgotten
the unusually pleasant summer of 1874.


At length the church building was ready for
use. It was now 1875. The following is a
record: "July 11th, Sunday. House opened
for religious worship. Exercises conducted by
the pastor. First hymn, 155 in the Psalmist.
' God is love. ' Singing led by Miss Henrietta
Sasse. First passages of Scripture read, Psalms
23 and 24. Text Hag. 2:9. July 25th, Sunday.
Preaching by Pev. L. F. Paymond morning
and afternoon." Thus, without a formal ded-
ication the little Gothic structure, with its win-
dows of colored glass, the first in tlfe town,
was opened for religious services, and has been
occupied by the church on Sabbath mornings
ever since. A Sabbath School, taking its name
from the street, was at once commenced, its
banner bearing the date 1875 ; its motto being


" Line upon Line,
Precept upon Precept."

For five years, up to this summer of 1880,
this school has flourished and has surely ac-
complished some good.

For some reasons the ordinance of the Lord's
supper was not observed in the church build-
ing — it had been observed at different times in
the Institute— until April 23, 1876, just five
years after the little band, then numbering
twelve, decided to form themselves into a
church of Christ.

The church trustees were "W*. Blowers, Z. F.
Summers, L. W. Thompson, H. H. Pratt, 'and
James H. Ball. Other members were added
to the church, among them Mrs. M. J. Din-
widdie of Plum Grove ; and the North Street
congregation now includes all that are left in
this county of the Cedar Lake Baptist mem-
bers, who have remained Baptist, except a few
at Lowell ; and all the direct Cedar Lake spirit
and influence.

At Plum Grove the Sabbath school work went
regularly onward. It had been suggested, at
the annual meeting at South East Grove in
1874, to give up the county organization ; but
Mrs. Dinwiddie proposed that it should be con-
tinued, and that Sunday school work should be
more vigorously sustained. Her advice pre-


vailed, and she aided materially in sustaining
the next two quarterly meetings. It was pro-
posed to make the Plum Grove school ''ever-
green," and the pastor of the North Street
church attended regularly the first winter, act-
ing as Superintendent. It was fully agreed that
if he could come about twelve miles, the teachers
and scholars could all come one or two miles.
He persevered, they attended, and ever since
the school has been open twelve months in the
year. Many of the country schools of Indiana
even yet are closed during the winters.

No other school in the county, it may be
safely said, can present such a scene as has been
witnessed at different times at Plum Grove.

This has been the attendance of all the mem-
bers of one large family, three generations, six-
teen in number, at the same time. It is need-
less to say that this was the Dinwiddie family.
Mrs. Dinwiddie, the superintendent, her two
sons with their wives and four children, her
daughter and husband with their three children,
and Eddie and Mary. With such a Sunday
school family a school would surely live.

This school has accomplished during the
twenty -five years of its existence — from Octo-
ber, 1852, to October, 1877 — a large amount of
good. Sometimes the school has numbered
eighty members. Many hundreds in this quar-


ter of a century have here received religious
instruction. Many have gone forth as active
members into other schools in states further

The Miller family of eight members, remov-
ing westward, went into the Sabbath school
work in Missouri. Andrew Dilly, once a mem-
ber, is a superintendent in Kansas. Allen Hale,
another member here, has been a superintend-
ent, and is now a Baptist minister, in Kansas.
J. Hale is a superintendent in the same state,
and Charles Hale, both once members here in
boyhood, is a Sunday-school superintendent in
Nebraska. Others have gone westward of whom
there is now no trace. Girls have married and
have gone into new and distant homes, and
their records cannot here appear ; but it is safe
to say that in many regions of the newer and
more western states there is felt and living now
the influence of the Plum Grove Sabbath School.

In the annual county Sunday school gather-
ings, for some twenty years, this school has
always taken an active and a leading part, as
one of the strong, reliable, substantial schools
of the county. Both this and the Cedar Lake
school, (the latter one of the oldest schools of
the county and also still a strong and leading
school,) have continued to be union schools
according to their original organization. The


Cedar Lake school, however, is now carried on,
almost if not entirely, by Methodist members.
Among those who have died of the Plum Grove
school is one remarkable little girl, Juno Hen-
derson, a notice of whom will appear in another

The winter of 1876 and 1877 was marked at
Crown Point by an unusual religious interest
and by some peculiar manifestations. Meet-
ings were held every day at Cheshire Hall for
three months, hundreds attending every evening.
(A railroad, in 1865, had been built through
Crown Point, and it was no longer a little vil-
lage of a few hundred inhabitants, but an incor-
porated town, a great grain and pork market,
growing into a railroad city.) And now the
time came for the baptism of the last one of
the Cedar Lake household. James H. Ball,
the youngest of the four sons, and whose name
has appeared in different connections on these
pages, who left Franklin College before com-
pleting a course of study, and had remained at
Cedar Lake so long as he was needed there,
and who had graduated at the Law School of
the University of Chicago in 1871, became very
much interested in the new religious awakening.
His real religious condition, since an early, per-
haps abiding interest at Cedar Lake, neither
himself nor his friends could truly declare.


But now new light and life and love came to
his soul ; and on April 1, 1877, which was
Easter Sunday, in the pure melted snow water
then flowing rapidly in the channel of Deep
River, a mile out of town, he, with two others,
was baptized by the pastor of the North Street
church, in the presence of quite an assembly
of citizens and of friends. It was for some a
memorable day.

Thirty-two years before, in that same month,
his oldest brother, the administrator of baptism
now, was baptized in Cedar Lake, and at the
same time his eldest sister. Twenty-five and a
half years before his next brother and a sister
of one baptized at this same time — James T.
Yinnedge — were baptized by Elder Hunt. And
so, one after another, his three brothers and
three sisters had made a public profession of
faith in Christ. He had seen two of those
brothers and one of those sisters die, die with
unfaltering trust, and he had heard their last
earnest entreaties for him who had still neg-
lected to obey their Saviour and their Friend.
And now at last, with one brother only living,
with two sisters far away, under an April sky,
in sight of God and of the angels, he professed
a living faith and put on Christ by baptism, in
that Crown Point flowing Jordan. A mother
was yet living, and she was present to rejoice.


She had lived to see all of her seven children
give evidence of sharing in the spiritual birth,
in the new life. And now, as the last one was
gathered into the Saviour's flock, the one on
whom she was last to lean, with whom she was
now making her home, her cup of joy was well
nigh full. It was for her and for hers a mem-
orable day.

The year 1877 was also marked by the vis-
itations of death to two members of the North
Street Sunday School, two little girls, both
members of Mrs. Ball's infant class. Hers had
been from the opening of the school a class
of great interest and of much promise. Brief
memorials of these two children are here in-


Of this very quiet, retiring little girl it may
be said that no material remains for any record.
In the presence of strangers she was almost
shy, but in the class with her teacher she was
an earnest, attentive listener, and sometimes
had some child questions to ask. From her
conversations with her mother, in the quiet
home life, it seems evident that her young
heart had been opened to receive truth. She
talked about obedience to the Saviour, about
baptism, and in a way that expressed an ear-
nest soul.


The following fugitive pieces were read at
one of the concerts of the North Street Sun-
day School :

"In memory of Lurina H. Yinnedge, daugh-
ter of James T. Yinnedge, and member of Mrs.
Ball's infant class, born Nov. 10, 1869, who
died at Crown Point, March 22, 1877.


But seven years of age, and laid beneath the sod;
A gentle little girl, her soul has gone to God;
In Paradise she shares the gracious Saviour's love,
And loving him we too shall go to dwell above.

A message for her came, came from the Lord of life;
Permission came to leave this world of toil and strife;
She lay upon her couch and closed her dreamy eyes,
She partly waked, then slept to waken in the skies.

Her slender little form, robed in the spStless white,
Was laid out to repose through death's uncertain night,
Little class-mates went, and her loving teacher dear,
To see the folded bud that might not blossom here.

Within the open coffin there at rest she lay;

One scarce could think that form was only lifeless clay;

So quiet and so peaceful in her narrow bed,

She seemed a weary child resting her graceful head.

Death is not often lovely to a human eye,
Nor often beautiful beneath earth's changing sky;
But beauty rare and sweet was resting on her face,
From which not even death could steal away the grace.

As in some ancient forest in a lonely glen,

Far from the busy world, the world of toiling men,


We sometimes find a wild flower exquisitely fair,
Gladding with its beauty lonely wanderers there —

So, in her village home, she lay awhile at rest,
Without the gentle motion of the heaving breast,
In a wondrous loveliness charming to the heart,
Of God's signet telling stamped on the mortal part.

The cheeks, of course, were bloodless, and the lips were pale,
Sharing not the glow of the lily of the vale;
But few sculptors' chisels can finer features trace,
Than the well set lineaments of this dead young face;

And a soft light was resting on each curtaining lid,
Which a once sunny eye from look of love now hid,
And the long dark lashes seemed in such sweet repose,
You'd think the eyes must open when the sun arose.

Here was that rarest beauty, here that peace so sweet,
As though the eyes had closed to wait for angels' feet;
But death had sealed forever each soft curtaining lid,
No more on earth to waken till the Saviour bid.

No painter with his skill was present on that day,
To trace that peaceful beauty; so this simple lay,
Simple and childlike if it be, to help us keep
In mind how peaceful yet may be our own long sleep.

When on the summer morns in Sabbath School we meet,
No more we'll hear the sound of Rina's coming feet,
But we can think of her within the Jasper wall,
And seek the Saviour's love to rest upon us all.

T. H. B."

; We lost another little one.

So beautiful and bright;
Her eyes were like some costly gem

Or like the stars of night.


Her heart was full of tenderness,

As" earthly paths she trod,
And by some secret "influence sweet,"

Seemed "upward drawn to God."

Her feet seemed very early turned

In Wisdom's ways to go;
And through the Saviour's righteousness,

Her robes are now like snow.

Her lips were like some opening bud,

And oft in music low,
11 What a friend we have in Jesus,"

Would in sweet accents flow.

Her form was symmetry and grace;

Her heart was made for love;
And we know not the radiance,

In which she dwells above.

Her mind a fountain fresh and clear,
Of sparkling, childlike thought;

Her soul, a jewel for our King,
Was long ago blood- bought.

She looked upon the earth and sky,
She gladdened one bright home,

And then she went to Paradise,
Up through the great blue dome.

And there this fair and lovely child,

Child of immortal mold,
Will look for us to enter in

And walk the streets of gold.

And we 'mid all the shining throngs,
Will know her loving heart,

Will know her beaming eyes of light,
And meet no more to part.


So two have now before us gone,

And here we learn the way,
Life's duties, nobly to perform.

And reach the endless day. T. H. B."

Of this other ' ' little one ' ' there is material
for a more extended notice.

Julia B. Summees.

Many, very many bright and beautiful little
buds of earth have been gathered to unfold in
Paradise. In the early age of the Christian
Era Ephraim Cyrus wrote, " The Just One saw
that iniquities prevailed upon earth,

And that sin had dominion over all men,

And he sent his messenger and removed a
multitude of fair little ones,

And took them to the pavilion of happi-

One, as fair and lovely as a child of earth
well could be, was little Julia or Lulu Summers,
a member of the North Street Sunday School.

She commenced attending it almost the first
opening of the school, and was so prompt, so
earnest, and so interested in the school exer-
cises, that it was ever a pleasure to see her,
with her older sister Jennie, come in at the
door and take her place so quietly in her class.
And very pleasant it was to her superintendent
to hear her sweet voice joining in that psalm,


" How amiable are thy tabernacles oh Lord of
hosts," and to hear those child accents joining
so reverently in the petitions of the Lord's

A short sketch of the brief life of this lovely
child will here be given.

She was born in Crown Point 'Not. 27, 1870.
She died July 26, 1877.

She was the youngest of the household and
had one brother and one sister.

She commenced attending the day school
before she was five years of age. She went
first as a visitor with her sister, and liked
school so well that she began to attend regu-
larly. She soon learned to read, and read with
such natural intonations of her voice that one
hearing, but not noticing her, would think she
was telling the story or narrative instead of
reading it. Her mind was bright and active
and her faculties awakened early.

She was persevering. Whether encouraged
or discouraged she contrived usually, by some
means, to bring about her desires.

She was helpful. If the fastening of her sis-
ter Jennie's shoe was in a hard knot she would
say, Here Jennie, I will help you. She seemed
to be always thus thoughtful in regard to others
and helpful, and found a rich enjoyment in
promoting the happiness of others. She k>ved


flowers dearly and gave them to her friends.
She asked permission one day to take a bouquet
to " Grandma Ball," and came back much
pleased at having learned from her some of the
botanical names of the flowers she carried.

She also loved little birds. Always living in
the town she had not enjoyed the full concerts
of bird music in the country. She enjoyed any
music, and although not specially gifted in
vocal power her bird-like voice would unite
harmoniously with others in singing.

One of her favorite hymns was the one com-
mencing What a friend we have in Jesus !

She loved dolls, like other little girls, but
she loved kittens more. If her kitty cried she
would find some excuse for going out to com-
fort it.

She was tender-hearted, affectionate, consid-
erate, beyond her years. In the summer of
1877 her father was absent from home seeking
for a restoration to health among the mountains
in Colorado. One day, when about to leave
her mother, she came back again. When
asked why she returned, she said she thought
her mother would be lonely. Her mother told
her that she was, but that she wanted to have
her go and enjoy.

When her mother was writing to her absent
father she said, tell him she had four little kit-


tens, tell him she was getting along well. On
first awaking from the sleep of night she would
wonder how Pa was that morning. At other
times too she would express her feelings by
wondering how Papa was. Her thoughts were
often with him among the mountains. She
took a cheerful view of passing events. Her
spirit seemed bird like, yet true and full in
regard to human sympathies. When away
from her mother, at times, she seemed to fear
she might not find her present at home when
she returned. During her sickness it was her
great desire to have her mother beside her, and
she did not like to have that mother leave her.
Her sister Jennie had said that she thought
she would read the Bible through ; but Julia
thought she could not read well enough to
undertake to read her's through yet. She read
for herself and learned her verses in the Bible,
and it was one of the beautiful pictures in her
home life to see her, such a delicate, frail look-
ing child, reading by lamp light in the Scrip-
tures and turning with her little fingers those
leaves that contained, for her as for others, the
words of eternal life. In her Sunday school it
had been one of the impressive and beautiful
scenes to observe her class, at the close of their
morning lessons, standing in a little circle close
around their teacher, repeating with her, softly


and reverently, the Lord's prayer. The thought-
ful listener was led to feel that those low, soft,
rich, pleading tones, scarcely heard a few feet
away, went up from each child heart direct to
the eternal throne, entering there the ear of
everlasting love.

She had a noble sensitiveness. Every Sun-
day while sick, so long as she was conscious of
things passing around her, she wanted her sis-
ter to take her penny to her teacher at the
Sunday school. And she received from her
teacher cards. She had said one day about one
of those cards, "It is the homeliest card I have
had," and when she thought about the expres-
sion and how it might grieve her teacher to
hear of it, she was very desirous that the ex-
pression should not be repeated. She wished
to avoid hurting the feelings of another. Beau-
tiful herself although not vain, she dearly loved
pictured and natural beauty.

Those who were deeply interested in her re-
ligious life believe that she gave evidence of an
actual trust in God. At the Sunday school
anniversary in August 1876, when a very large
assembly met at the Fair Ground, a heavy
rainfall came on in the afternoon, and many
could find no shelter. She had enjoyed the
morning exercises and the dinner hour very
much, being in the special charge of her teacher


with her sister and her cousin Freddie. The
latter was but little older than herself. When
the rain began to come down in torrents,
although sheltered as well as they could be by
their teacher, Freddie began to express his
regret that it should rain on that day, and his
sorrow for the girls because they would get
their dresses all wet and spoiled. But Lulu
checked him at once, saying, " Oh no Freddie,
our dresses can be washed, and God sends the
rain and it is all right." And she repeated the
idea, seeming to want to impress upon him the
fact that God knew what was best, and that he
did what was right, and not wishing her cousin
to say anything that would reflect upon the
wisdom and goodness controlling events.

But before much of her child-trust had un-
folded here she was called, before she was
seven years of age, to pass away from earth
into the unseen world.

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