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 Peter C. Gøtzsche

Deadly Psychiatry and Organised

Denial

People’sPress
 Contents

Abbreviations
Acknowledgements
About the author

1. INTRODUCTION
Silverbacks in the UK exhibit psychiatry’s organised denial

2. WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE MENTALLY ILL?

On being sane in insane places
The demons attack you
Let there be disorder
Psychiatric drugs lead to many wrong diagnoses
The Goodness Industry
Patients are not consumers
More funny and fake diagnoses

3. DEPRESSION
Screening for depression
Antidepressant drugs don’t work for depression
Other important flaws in placebo controlled trials
Fluoxetine, a terrible drug, and bribery in Sweden
Harms of antidepressant drugs are denied or downplayed
The FDA protects Eli Lilly
Massive underreporting of suicides in the randomised trials
FDA’s meta-analysis of suicides in trials with 100,000 patients is deeply
flawed
Another dirty trick: using patient-years instead of patients
Case stories of suicide on SSRIs
Akathisia is the main culprit
Lundbeck: Our drugs protect children against suicide
 Totally misleading observational studies of suicide
Antidepressant-induced homicides
The pills that ruin your sex life
Damage to the foetus
The fraud and lies of GlaxoSmithKline
Trial 329 of paroxetine in children and adolescents
The STAR*D study, a case of consumer fraud?

4. ANXIETY
Sleeping pills

5. ADHD
Childhood ADHD
Adult ADHD
ADHD drugs
ADHD drugs for children
ADHD drugs for adults
Harms from ADHD drugs

6. SCHIZOPHRENIA
Human guinea pigs in America
The chemical lobotomy
Drug trials in schizophrenia
Antipsychotics kill many people
A patient history
Pushing antipsychotic drugs
Eli Lilly’s crimes related to olanzapine
Stigmatisation
Hearing voices

7. BIPOLAR DISORDER
“Mood stabilisers”
A young man’s experience

8. DEMENTIA
We make people demented with psychotropic drugs
9. ELECTROSHOCK

10. PSYCHOTHERAPY AND EXERCISE

Psychotherapy for anxiety and depression
Psychotherapy for obsessive compulsive disorder
Psychotherapy for schizophrenia
Exercise

11. WHAT HAPPENS IN THE BRAIN?

Calling psychiatric drugs “anti”-something is a misnomer
Genetic studies and transmitter research
Chronic brain damage
Addiction to psychiatric drugs
Drug regulators, the extended arm of industry
Drug dependence is often misinterpreted as relapse of the disease
The chemical imbalance nonsense

12. WITHDRAWING PSYCHIATRIC DRUGS

The worst drug epidemic ever
How can it be done?

13. ORGANISED CRIME, CORRUPTION OF PEOPLE AND SCIENCE,

AND OTHER EVILS
Lundbeck’s evergreening of citalopram
Psychiatry’s fantasy world
A Danish witch hunt
Lecture tour in Australia
Psychiatry is not evidence-based medicine
Can we reform psychiatry or is a revolution needed?

14. DEADLY PSYCHIATRY AND DEAD ENDS

The connection between psychotropic drugs and homicide
How few drugs do we need?
How many people are killed by psychotropic drugs?

15. FORCED TREATMENT AND INVOLUNTARY DETENTION

SHOULD BE BANNED
 Human rights in Europe
Forced treatment
Patients’ rights
My comments
Forced treatment must be banned
United Nations forbids forced treatment and involuntary detention
Dear Luise

16. WHAT CAN PATIENTS DO?

17. WHAT CAN DOCTORS DO?

18. HELPFUL WEBSITES

Copyright
 Abbreviations

ADHD: Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder

APA: American Psychiatric Association CI: Confidence Interval
DSM: Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders
EMA: European Medicines Agency
FDA: Food and Drug Agency (USA)
ICD: International Classification of Diseases
GP: General Practitioner
NICE: National Institute for Health and Care Excellence (UK)
NIMH: National Institute of Mental Health (USA)
OCD: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
SSRI: selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor, an antidepressant
UN: United Nations
 Acknowledgements

I am very grateful for the inspiration and advice I have received from
numerous patients and their relatives, colleagues, friends, lawyers and others,
which have improved substantially on what I would have been able to write on
my own. I mention here a few people who have been particularly inspiring
through their books or in other ways, or who have commented on sections in
my book: Peter Breggin, Paula Caplan, Dorrit Cato Christensen, Jens
Frydenlund, Linda Furlini, Jim Gottstein, David Healy, Allan Holmgren,
Lisbeth Kortegaard, Joanna Moncrieff, Luke Montagu, Peer Nielsen, Peter
Parry, Melissa Raven, John Read, Bertel Rüdinger, Olga Runciman, and Robert
Whitaker. At least four of these people have personal experiences from being
a psychiatric patient.
 About the author

Professor Peter C. Gøtzsche graduated as a Master of Science in biology and

chemistry in 1974 and as a physician in 1984. He is a specialist in internal
medicine; worked in the drug industry 1975-83, and at hospitals in
Copenhagen 1984-95. With about 80 others, he helped start The Cochrane
Collaboration in 1993 with the founder, Sir Iain Chalmers, and established The
Nordic Cochrane Centre the same year. He became professor of Clinical
Research Design and Analysis in 2010 at the University of Copenhagen.
Gøtzsche has published more than 70 papers in “the big five” (BMJ, Lancet,
JAMA, Annals of Internal Medicine and New England Journal of Medicine) and his
scientific works have been cited over 15,000 times.
Gøtzsche has an interest in statistics and research methodology. He is a
member of several groups publishing guidelines for good reporting of
research and has co-authored CONSORT for randomised trials (www.consort-
statement.org) STROBE for observational studies (www.strobe-statement.org),
PRISMA for systematic reviews and meta-analyses (www.prisma-
statement.org), and SPIRIT for trial protocols (www.spirit-statement.org). He
was an editor in the Cochrane Methodology Review Group 1997-2014.

Books by Peter C Gøtzsche

Gøtzsche PC. Deadly medicines and organised crime: How big pharma has
corrupted healthcare. London: Radcliffe Publishing; 2013. Translated into
several languages, see www.deadlymedicines.dk.

Gøtzsche PC. Dødelig medicin og organiseret kriminalitet: Hvordan

medicinalindustrien har korrumperet sundhedsvæsenet. København: People’s
Press; 2013.

Gøtzsche PC. Mammography screening: truth, lies and controversy. London:

Radcliffe Publishing; 2012.
Gøtzsche PC. Rational diagnosis and treatment: evidence-based clinical
decision-making. 4th ed. Chichester: Wiley; 2007.

Wulff HR, Gøtzsche PC. Rationel klinik. Evidensbaserede diagnostiske og

terapeutiske beslutninger. 5. udgave. København: Munksgaard Danmark; 2006.

Gøtzsche PC. På safari i Kenya. København: Samlerens Forlag; 1985.

 1
Introduction

Psychiatry is not an easy specialty. It requires a lot of patience and

understanding, and there are many frustrations. I am sure psychiatrists
sometimes get frustrated at patients who continue to destroy their lives,
refusing to take on board the good advice they have been offered about how
they could improve on their attitude to life’s many troubles.
This book is not about the psychiatrists’ problems, however. It is about why
psychiatry has failed to deliver what patients want, and what the consequences
are of focusing on using harmful drugs of questionable benefit. Most patients
don’t respond to the drugs they receive and, unfortunately, the psychiatrists’
frustrations at the lack of progress often lead to the prescribing of more drugs
or higher doses, further harming the patients.

Psychiatric drugs are so harmful that they kill more than half a million people
every year among those aged 65 and over in the United States and Europe (see
Chapter 14). This makes psychiatric drugs the third leading cause of death, after
heart disease and cancer.

I don’t think there is anything psychiatric patients fear more than forced
treatment, and this is an important reason why having close contact with the
psychiatric treatment system markedly increases suicides (see Chapter 15). I
shall explain why forced treatment is unethical and should be banned and also
demonstrate that psychiatry is possible without it.
Many psychiatric drugs not only increase total mortality but also increase
the risk of suicide and homicide, while no drug agency anywhere has approved
any drug as being effective in preventing suicides. Lithium is an exception, as it
might possibly reduce suicides (see Chapter 7).
Widespread overdiagnosis and overtreatment is another issue I take up.
There is huge overdiagnosis of mental disorders, and once you receive a
psychiatric diagnosis everything you do or say becomes suspect, as you are
now under observation, which means that the initial, perhaps tentative
diagnosis, all too easily becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy (see Chapter 2).
I believe we could reduce our current usage of psychotropic drugs by 98%
and at the same time improve people’s mental health and survival (see Chapter
14). The most important reason for the current drug disaster it is that leading
psychiatrists have allowed the drug industry to corrupt their academic
discipline and themselves.
I have written this book primarily for the patients, particularly those who
have desperately wanted to come off their drugs but were met with hostile and
arrogant reactions from their doctors, and I shall explain how it is possible to
safely taper drugs (Chapter 12).
I have also written the book for young psychiatrists in training in the hope
that it could inspire them to revolutionise their specialty, which is badly
needed. One sign that psychiatry is in deep crisis is that more than half the
patients believe their mental disorder is caused by a chemical imbalance in the
brain. They have this misperception from their doctors, which means that
more than half the psychiatrists lie to their patients. I know of no other
specialty whose practitioners lie to their patients. Psychiatrists also lie to
themselves and to the public, and I shall give many examples of official
statements that exaggerate the benefits of psychiatric interventions by five to
ten times and underestimate the harmful effects by a similar factor.
Those at the top of the hierarchy I call “silverbacks,” since they are almost
always males and behave like primate silverbacks in the jungle, keeping others
away from absolute power, which in nature carries rewards such as easy access
to females – in psychiatry this translates into money and fame. These
silverbacks suffer from collective, organised denial. They refuse to see the
damage they cause even when the evidence is overwhelming. Further, they
have united around a number of myths and misconceptions, which they
defend stubbornly but which are very harmful for patients. Some of the worst,
which I shall debunk in this book, are:

psychiatric diagnoses are reliable;

it reduces stigmatisation to give people a biological or a genetic
explanation for their mental disorder;
the usage of psychiatric drugs reflects the number of people with mental
disorders;
 people with mental disorders have a chemical imbalance in their brain
and psychiatrists can fix this imbalance with drugs, just like
endocrinologists use insulin for diabetes;
long-term treatment with psychiatric drugs is good, as it prevents
recurrence of the disease;
treatment with antidepressants does not lead to dependence;
treatment of children and adolescents with antidepressants protects
against suicide;
depression, ADHD and schizophrenia lead to brain damage; and
drugs can prevent brain damage.

I shall also explain how I have come to the conclusion that psychiatric research
is predominantly pseudoscience, and why reliable research constantly tells us a
very different story to the fairy tale that leading psychiatrists want us to believe
in.
I am a specialist in internal medicine and took an interest in psychiatry in
2007 when Margrethe Nielsen from the Danish Consumer Council
approached me with an idea for her PhD thesis: “Why is history repeating
itself ? A study on benzodiazepines and antidepressants (SSRIs).”
Her studies showed that, indeed, history has repeated itself. We have
repeated the same mistakes with the SSRIs that we made with
benzodiazepines, and before them with barbiturates. We have created a huge
epidemic of drug overuse with just as many drug addicts on SSRIs as on
benzodiazepines (see Chapter 12).
Margrethe’s findings were not welcomed by two of her examiners, who had
turfs to defend. One, Steffen Thirstrup, worked for the Danish drug agency,
the other, John Sahl Andersen, was a general practitioner. Our drug agencies
have contributed substantially to the current misery, and most of the drug
harms are caused by general practitioners, who prescribe about 90% of the
psychiatric drugs.
They rejected her thesis for no good reason, but having appealed to the
University, she defended it successfully.1 If psychiatrist David Healy had not
been the third examiner, she might not have obtained her PhD, which would
have been a gross injustice, as her research is sound and her PhD thesis is
considerably better than many I have seen.
 Unwelcome facts are being suppressed all the time, and I shall give
numerous examples of the works of the “doubt industry” where people
incessantly publish seriously flawed research to provide support for their
unsustainable ideas.
After having studied the science carefully, I note that some people I have
met and several organisations have come to the conclusion that the way we
currently use psychiatric drugs and the way we practice psychiatry cause more
harm than good. The general public agrees and feels that antidepressants,
antipsychotics, electroshock and admission to a psychiatric ward are more
often harmful than beneficial (see Chapter 13). I have no doubt they are right,
and the double-blind placebo controlled randomised trials – which are not so
blind as intended – have rather consistently shown that it is the psychiatrists
that think their drugs are effective, not the patients (see Chapter 3).

Investigators who have not been blinded effectively can see the exact opposite of
what is actually true when they medicate patients. They see what they want to see,
which is what is convenient for them and for their specialty, not what really happens
(see Chapters 3 and 6).

Cochrane reviews have shown that it is doubtful whether antidepressants are

effective for depression (see Chapter 3) and whether antipsychotics are
effective for schizophrenia (see Chapter 6). Some drugs can be helpful
sometimes for some patients, particularly in the acute phase where a patient
can be so tormented by panic or delusions that it can be helpful to dampen the
emotions with a tranquilliser. However, unless doctors become much more
expert in the way they use psychiatric drugs which would mean using them
very little, in low doses, and always with a plan for tapering them off, our
citizens would be far better off if we removed all psychotropic drugs from the
market.
Some people will see this as a provocative statement, but it isn’t. It is based
on solid science, which I shall document. I am used to being called provocative
or controversial, which I take to mean that I am telling the truth. In healthcare,
the truth is rarely welcomed, as so many people have so many wrong ideas to
defend. The silverbacks of psychiatry have created a fantasy world of their
own, which is not evidence-based medicine and which is riddled by harmful
polypharmacy (see Chapter 13).
Silverbacks in the UK exhibit psychiatry’s
organised denial
People critical of psychiatry are often met with ad hominem attacks from the
psychiatric establishment or with scientific arguments of little merit. This
happened to me after I gave a keynote lecture in 2014 at the opening meeting
of the Council for Evidence-based Psychiatry in the House of Lords, chaired
by the Earl of Sandwich, called “Why the use of psychiatric drugs may be
doing more harm than good.” The other speakers, psychiatrist Joanna
Moncrieff and anthropologist James Davies, gave similar talks and have
written critical books of mainstream psychiatry.2-5
Three months later, psychiatrist David Nutt and four male colleagues (I
shall refer to them by a collective “DN”) attacked me in the first issue of a
new journal, Lancet Psychiatry.6 Their paper is only two pages long, but it is so
typical of the silverbacks’ knee-jerk reactions when criticised that I shall
describe it in some detail.

Anti-everything
DN started out by saying that, “Psychiatry is used to being attacked by
external parties with antidiagnosis and antitreatment agendas.” Silverbacks
often say that those coming from another tribe (“external parties”) are not
allowed to criticise them. This arrogant attitude has unfortunate consequences
because many psychiatrists adopt the same position towards their patients,
thinking they need not listen to them or take seriously their criticism of the
drugs they ingest. It is also common for silverbacks to stigmatise those who
dare criticise psychiatry as being anti-something, and DN use the terms “anti-
psychiatry” and “anti-capitalist” associated with “extreme or alternative
political views.”

“New nadir in irrational polemic”

DN were unhappy with newspaper headlines such as “Antidepressants do
more harm than good, research says,” which appeared in The Times and The
Guardian after our council meeting, and they called this a “new nadir in
irrational polemic.” They found it especially worrying that I being a co-
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 BENEFACTIONS.
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of Vermont—the largest individual gift ever made to the institution.
—The Hon. Robert H. Pruyn, of Albany, N.Y., has offered to give
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College for an art building.
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great necessity. Twenty-five thousand dollars will provide for a
professorship, and there are seven such needing endowment.
 CHINESE NOTES.
—Chicago has fourteen naturalized Chinamen.
—Dr. Chalmers reports that the native church in Hong Kong has
increased in numbers from 83 to 216 during the decade, although,
during the same period, no fewer than 77 members have removed
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says: “A great change has come over all classes in regard to
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fewness of the missionaries; and whether we are inclined to rejoice
in or deplore the fact, the spread of Christianity is inevitable.”
—It is an interesting evidence of the growing power of Christianity in
Japan that the people feel it necessary to bolster themselves up by
mutual pledges so that they may be kept from becoming Christians.
A Japanese paper reports that a number of citizens of Kioto, grieved
at the rapid spread of the new religion, have established a society in
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—At Hampton there are seventy-nine Indian students, representing
sixteen different tribes.
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Hampton, is improving his spare time by compiling a small English-
Indian dictionary. He says that his tribe has no such book, and one is
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population is less than one-tenth of the number found by the first
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reported to have closed a recent address with the following
language: “There is a gentleman who, I suppose, is now in this
house. He is a very fine gentleman, but a very modest one. He does
not like to show himself at these meetings. I do not know how long
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are you sleeping in your iron chest? Come out, Mr. Gold, come out
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creature. Ah, Mr. Gold, you ought to be ashamed of yourself to sleep
so much in your iron chest. Look at your white brother, Mr. Silver; he
does a great deal of good while you are sleeping. Come out, Mr.
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everywhere. Your poor little brown brother is running about, doing
all that he can to help us. Why don’t you come out, Mr. Gold? Well, if
you won’t show yourself, send us your shirt, that is, a bank note.
That is all I have to say.”
 THE FREEDMEN.
REV. JOSEPH E. ROY, D.D., Field Superintendent, Atlanta, Ga.

ANNIVERSARY REPORTS—Continued.

Atlanta University.

PROF. HORACE BUMSTEAD, D.D.

Anniversary exercises are apt to afford but meagre indication of the

real work accomplished by any school. To those of us who know the
work of Atlanta University, such exercises seem especially
inadequate to the faithful telling of what is being done here. When
our good Christian friend, Philander Veryrich, hints that he is ready
to come down here with a hundred thousand dollars in each pocket,
to be emptied out wherever they will do the most good, I shall not
especially urge his attendance upon our Commencement exercises. I
shall ask him to spend with us either the first or the last Sunday
evening of the school year. I shall beg him to preserve a strict
incognito, and allow me to conceal him outside one of the windows,
or behind one of the doors of our assembly room, with a peep-hole
conveniently arranged. If it is the last Sunday evening before the
vacation, he will hear many of the scholars speak with grateful
appreciation of what the year’s work has done for them, and with
enthusiastic hope of what they mean to do for others during their
summer’s work of teaching. The members of the graduating class
will recall their experience of six or seven or eight years in the
Institution, and tell what a home it has been to them, and how
much of what they have acquired in the training of mind and
character is due to the Christian home influence of the school. If it is
the first Sunday evening of the new school year, our benevolent
friend will hear many of these same scholars tell of their summer’s
work—how they have succeeded in some things and failed in others;
what they have done in Sunday-school and temperance work; what
obstacles they have met and conquered; what increasing favor they
have found in the communities where they have labored. At either of
these Sunday evening family gatherings (for such they are), I think
our visiting friend will be struck with the simple straightforward way
in which our scholars express themselves, with the extremely limited
amount of what is sometimes called “gush,” and with the clear
revelation which will be made to him that before, behind, around,
and underneath everything else, the development of a thoroughly
Christian character, and of a true manhood and womanhood, is the
all-absorbing purpose of our work. But I am stultifying myself in
trying to convey an impression of these gatherings to others. Even
to our own corps of workers here, they come, twice a year, almost
as a surprise and as a most inspiring revelation to ourselves of what
God is permitting us to do.
And still, however inadequate, our anniversary exercises have been
full of interest, and have revealed much to those who have visited us
for the first time. The Baccalaureate sermon was preached June
12th, by our college pastor, Rev. Cyrus W. Francis, from 1st Tim. i.
19, “Holding faith and a good conscience;” and it was an earnest
plea for the supremacy of the higher motives in the Christian warfare
upon which the graduates were about to enter. Three days of public
examinations followed, each day’s session being concluded by an
exercise in music and light gymnastics. On the last day there was a
display of what our girls have learned in the way of head-making.
The walls of the front hall and one of the stairways were covered
with specimens of the students’ drawing and map-making, indicating
great progress in this department during the year. The normal work
also has been making a decided advance. It is evident that those of
us who teach the Greek, Latin and other higher branches will have
to look well to our laurels. Fewer visitors to the school ask to hear
the classics translated; more wish to see how the three R’s are
taught. No exercise of the examination days riveted the attention of
our friends more firmly than the exercise in teaching one of the
grammar-school grades, by one of the members of the senior normal
class, with following criticisms from the other members of the class.
However, we classical instructors rejoice in all this, for we know that
hereafter we shall have better equipped pupils for grappling with
Xenophon and Cicero. It ought to be mentioned here that one of the
most valuable exercises of our winter term this year was a three
days’ Teachers’ Institute, in which all the teachers and scholars
participated, and in which much light was thrown upon the improved
methods of teaching, now attracting such wide attention. A further
impetus was given to thought and effort in this direction by the visit
of our friend, the Rev. A. D. Mayo, co-editor of the Journal of
Education, whose four lectures and one sermon before our students,
and whose private talk and counsel with our teachers on certain
phases of our work, will not soon be forgotten.
A very large audience, as usual, packed the Friendship Baptist
church on Thursday, to listen to the essays of eleven of the
graduating class, and to the address of the invited orator of the day.
Five young men and twelve young women received the diplomas of
the school. The Commencement address was delivered by Rev.
Atticus G. Haygood, D.D., President of Emory College at Oxford, in
this State. Those who are now reading his recently published book,
“Our Brother in Black,” will not need to be told that his address was
listened to with the greatest pleasure and approval by all who were
present. It was a plain, forcible and thoroughly wholesome
presentation of some of the ways in which the true greatness of the
State must be secured, and the relation thereto of education and of
such institutions as ours. Dr. Haygood represents, most nobly, that
rapidly multiplying element among the Southern people which
believes in the motto, “Look up and not down, out and not in,
forward and not backward, and lend a hand.” May his tribe increase.
One of the most excellent features of the address was, as one
auditor suggested, the fact that it would have been just as
appropriate for delivery before the Athens (State) University as
before the Atlanta University.
The Alumni meeting, Thursday afternoon, brought together a goodly
number of the graduates of former years. The spirit of the remarks
made at this gathering gives, every year, an increasing assurance of
the stability and self-propagating character of the work in which we
are engaged.
The report of the Visiting Committee, appointed by the Governor of
the State, has just been published. It furnishes renewed evidence of
the growing favor which our work is meeting with among the people
of Georgia. The remarks made to the school on the last day of the
examinations, by Rev. Mr. Wilkes, the chairman of the sub-
committee, who prepared this report, were full of good sense and
kindly feeling. The speaker told of his life-long service as a teacher,
and how it had begun with the instruction of a little colored boy, his
father’s slave, in the safe seclusion of the corn-crib, in the days
when such teaching was a criminal offense. None who heard him
could doubt the entire sincerity of his words of sympathy and
encouragement. It is astonishing how rapidly and widely the work of
Atlanta University is coming to be appreciated. Among the
applications for teachers which have lately been received, have been
several from county school commissioners, who say, in substance,
“The teachers we have met with from your Institution are of such a
quality that we desire now to supply all our schools from the same
source.” Let our friends at the North take courage. Their
investments, so far, are bearing compound interest at a high rate.
When these lines reach the eyes of the readers of the Missionary,
some ten thousand children, all over this great State, will be
gathered under the instruction of our pupils. Next October we shall
get the reports of this work. As soon as our friend, Philander
Veryrich, will send me his address, I will give him the date of the
Sunday evening gathering, from which he can learn more about our
work than from whole volumes of the American Missionary.
 TALLADEGA COLLEGE.

MRS. THOS. N. CHASE.

After following with tender anxiety so many classes through their

graduating exercises at Atlanta, it has been very pleasant for me,
this year, to witness the closing exercises of two similar Institutions.
This one at Talladega I have been urged to report for the Missionary.
The sermon before the graduating class was preached by Pres. H. S.
De Forest upon the worth of the soul. His eloquent review of the
grand geologic ages told of the greater grandeur of Him for whom
they were prepared. His allusions to the soul’s capacity to think, feel
and choose, to its immortality and cost of redemption, must have
brought to the class an overwhelming sense of their responsibility. In
closing, they were asked to remember that what a man may be is
infinitely more than what he can sell himself to get.
The Missionary Society had the promise of an address on Sunday
evening by Dr. G. B. Willcox, of Chicago Theological Seminary. A
telegram announcing his sickness was throwing its shadow over us,
when, as unexpectedly, Rev. H. M. Ladd dropped in upon us, only a
few days home from Africa. He hastened South to catch the last
days of Talladega and Atlanta sessions, hoping to find recruits for
African missions.
On Monday the examinations began. This Institution is fortunate in
having an excellent primary school in the building. It is a constant
object lesson to the little army of teachers who go out every summer
to teach just such children, and also dignifies primary work, which,
in spite of Frœbel, Pestalozzi and the truly wise and good
everywhere, is too often considered of minor importance. The
principal of the intermediate department has remarkable ability in
bringing her pupils up to her high standard of excellence. In the rear
of her school-room is a power for good which is inestimable. It
consists in a long, low table with seats. On it are fastened, by a very
simple contrivance, interesting and instructive illustrated papers and
magazines, which the children are allowed to read after lessons are
prepared. In an age when the best literature floods our land in such
cheap forms that the humblest need never thirst, what nobler
philanthropy than to allure these often worse than homeless children
on to an early taste for good reading?
The normal work and classes in natural science are in charge of a
graduate lately from Beloit College and Whitewater Normal School.
The classical department is in charge of an Olivet graduate, whose
three years here have proved him invaluable. A most interesting
acquisition to the corps of teachers is a scientific farmer, a graduate
of Massachusetts Agricultural College. To enjoy the delicious
vegetables from his garden is enough to convert a sceptic in
scientific agriculture. It really looks as though, under his skill, these
unsightly acres of red clay were, in time, to blossom as the rose. The
joy and pride of this Institution, however, is its theological
department, and well it may be. Its class of eleven were examined
two hours of one of their hot days, and nobody seemed weary. The
clear, simple topics, recited in such an interesting, lucid style,
tolerated no hovering fog, that I had supposed always, more or less,
mystified a recitation in systematic theology. The accuracy of their
knowledge in Bible history, too, was wonderful. None but a born
teacher could have secured such results from a class of that grade of
scholarship. Classes in geometry and rhetoric told unmistakably of
thorough work.
We were entertained, Monday evening, by prize speaking and essay
reading; Tuesday evening, by an interesting account of Mr. Ladd’s
African experience, in place of the expected address by Dr. Willcox;
Wednesday evening, by the ordination of two candidates; Thursday
evening, by a musical concert. There are a few rare voices here that
vocal training would develop into marvellous sweetness.
Thursday was graduating day, and as the class was much smaller
than usual, five young men from the preparatory department gave
orations. They were all excellent in matter and delivery. Their effect
would have been more pleasing, however, had there been a greater
variety of subjects or of treatment. Doubtless, in the depths of these
students’ hearts, no subjects are so momentous as “The curse of
Canaan;” “Cannot we, too, become great men?” “The ballot,” etc.
But what has pleased me here more than anything else, however, is
the excellent spirit manifested by the students in the family. There is,
especially among the young men, an earnestness of purpose shown
that is simply grand. Possibly it is, in part, owing to the fact that so
many are from the country, schooled by hard work, away from the
follies of city life. There is here no airing of exquisite broadcloth nor
swinging of fancy canes. All are respectful, unassuming, and
possessed of a modesty that seems to reach beneath their delightful
demeanor and give them a true estimate of their abilities. At family
devotions, the last morning before the school separated, one of the
graduates led us in prayer. I cannot think that the thought and tones
of that prayer will ever leave me. The ear of the Omnipotent must
have heard those pathetic pleadings that his fellow-students might
be sustained by the Everlasting Arms as they took up their heavy
burdens, often in the midst of terrible temptations. We who send out
these large numbers of young men and women to reach the masses,
feel the need of your prayers and sympathies; but how much more
do these young and inexperienced ones, as they go out to battle
with ignorance, envy, intemperance and every form of vice! We
never realize how great our hopes are for them till we occasionally
get a great shock by the death of one, or the overcoming and fall of
another. We reach but a few. Surely our work and the entire
Southern work of the American Missionary Association centres in
those who go out to reach the millions. If they fail, we have failed.
How important that we hold up such a high standard of character,
that they shall be beacon lights instead of tapers that shall soon go
out in the darkness.
 TILLOTSON INSTITUTE, AUSTIN, TEXAS.

(From the Daily Statesman)

Tillotson Institute is presided over by the Rev. W. E. Brooks, a

gentleman of evident Christian piety, an accomplished scholar, and a
man thoroughly impressed with the dignity and importance of his
trust. Professor Brooks is ably assisted in the educational part of his
work by Miss Hunt, an experienced and successful teacher of the
young, as her class examinations, conducted at the Institute on the
9th inst., fully demonstrated; the boys and girls, in the careful and
prolonged examinations to which they were subjected by their
teachers and the visitors present, displaying an accuracy of
information and a fullness of understanding highly commendable to
themselves, and a just source of pride to their faithful and efficient
teachers. The examination in English grammar, including analysis
and parsing, was excellent, as was that also in geography. The result
of the examination in arithmetic, algebra and Latin showed an
uncommon proficiency on the part of the students, considering the
fact that they have been at this school and under this training
scarcely more than six months.
President Brooks has the real welfare of his pupils at heart, and is
educating them in a practical as well as theoretical way. He is
teaching them how to become useful and honorable men and
women, and his labors have the cordial approval of all our best
citizens. President Brooks is so much gratified with his success thus
far that he visits the North shortly, hoping to get further aid in
establishing this school, and proposes, if his expectations are
realized, to add a mechanical and agricultural department to his
present course of instruction. The school closed with an attendance
of one hundred and seven pupils. This under-taking is a very
praiseworthy one, and will, we doubt not, meet with the
encouragement it most certainly deserves. In Virginia, Tennessee
and Louisiana these schools for the colored youth are attracting the
attention and securing the liberal approval of the legislatures and
public men of those states, and so it will be here.
We noticed among the many visitors present at the examination,
Gov. Pease, Rev. Mr. Wright, Judge Fulmore, Mr. A. P. Wooldridge,
Profs. Winn and Johnson, all of whom expressed themselves highly
gratified with the success of the school.
We recommend to our people who take an interest in education to
visit this Institution. They can be assured of a polite and hospitable
welcome, and most of them will be surprised and pleased to see
what a superior school and school building we have in our midst.
 AVERY INSTITUTE, CHARLESTON.

The school year at Avery Institute closed Thursday, June 30, the last
three days being given to public exercises. Tuesday was
“examination day.” I wish you all could see the school as it looked
that morning from the rostrum. The bright eager eyes, the earnest
faces, the neat appropriate style of dress, and the respectful scholar-
like behavior of the students, even the tiniest ones, are a strong
contrast to the appearance of the street children. You suppose our
scholars belong to a better class than the street children? To be sure
they do; but these same lower classes may become respectable, and
have much more to encourage them to rise, than those had who
have already struggled up. The visitors were, of course, friends of
the school and of the scholars, and they said many kind and
appreciative things about the school and the recitations they heard.
We tried to make the examinations strictly honest. Every scholar was
given a chance, as far as possible, to show what he had done in
every study he had pursued; and to take the words of those who
visited the different classes, the result was satisfactory.
Wednesday was “children’s day,” when the little ones in the lower
rooms gave the entertainment, and the older scholars attended as
guests, with other friends of the small entertainers. The affair was
very child-like and pretty. The recitations and dialogues were such as
the children could appreciate; the songs bright, airy little things; and
the singing a half-shy dainty rippling of very sweet music. Through
all there was no appearance of the “Now-all-are-looking-at-me”
feeling that sometimes makes children’s exhibitions such pitiful
things.
On Thursday was the Anniversary. The course of study having been
extended one year, there was no graduating class. The exercises
consisted of essays by members of the upper classes, the recitation
of a few poems, one or two dialogues, and music. The music was
very good, the dialogues natural, the recitations well chosen and
well spoken, that entitled “Mona’s Water” being very strongly
rendered; but the most interesting part of this entertainment was
the essays. Three prizes had been offered, and three gentlemen of
the city acted as judges, to decide on the merits of the different
essays. All were called good, and with reason. Those of the
youngest class in essay writing were delightfully child-like, natural
and original. That on “Intemperance,” to which the prize was
awarded, had besides a strong-hearted earnestness and depth of
thought that were surprising. The essays of the middle class showed
more mature thought, or, perhaps, a reaching out towards mature
thought—a calm looking forward and trying to prepare for earnest
living. The prize in this class came to the essay entitled, “We Learn
not for School, but for Life.” The essays of the upper class seemed to
have for a key-note a sentiment we always find among the best of
our people here, when we get at their hearts and hopes and
aspirations—the elevation of their race. Do not think there was any
sameness in these essays. Each reached this thought in a different
way. It gleamed out in “Everything was Made to be Happy;” it made
itself felt as one of the foundations of “Progress;” and it formed the
crown of the prize essay, “Nothing Great is Lightly Won,” when, after
brave words calling to action, it closed with the quotation from
Longfellow’s “Psalm of Life:”

“Lives of great men all remind us,

We may make our lives sublime,” etc.,

leaving one with the thought that helping others is the best and
greatest work here, and that our lives must be right towards God if
we would really help.
In the evening of this same day the Normal exhibition was held.
Every part of the programme was well executed.
C.
 LEWIS HIGH SCHOOL.

REV. S. E. LATHROP, MACON, GA.

The closing examinations occupied nearly two days, May 31st and
June 1st. The attendance of parents and other visitors was larger
than at any previous occasion for some years past, showing perhaps
an increasing interest in educational matters. Most of the older
scholars (about fifteen of them) had left previously to teach country
schools; but the classes which were examined acquitted themselves
remarkably well. The questioning by the teachers threw them upon
their own resources, and proved the excellent instruction they have
had. The noticeable quickness and readiness of answer, and the
mastery of each branch of study, showed that they have been
trained to think for themselves, and not merely to learn by rote. In
reading, geography, history, grammar, composition, arithmetic,
algebra, natural philosophy, and other branches, the scholars
showed very commendable proficiency, and again answered the
often-answered question, “Can the negro learn?”
One thing highly commended by all the visitors, and an important
feature of the instruction, was the constant use of writing. The
scholars spell out their lessons by writing on slate or black-board.
They frequently prepare written compositions or reviews of lessons
in grammar and geography, and in many ways are taught to express
in written characters the thoughts drawn from their studies. Thus
the facts are firmly fixed in mind, and they learn also by the same
process to write, spell, capitalize, punctuate and compose. Some of
the exercises written as ordinary lessons displayed handsome
penmanship.
Several leading white citizens attended the exercises, and expressed
themselves as being much pleased. Among them were Professor
Williams, principal of the State Asylum for the Blind, located here, a
firm friend of negro education; and Professor Link, a professional
teacher of many years’ experience, who said, significantly, in private:
“I attend all the white schools, and I don’t see any difference”—
which is quite an admission for a native Southerner. There was also
Rev. J. W. Burke, a leading Methodist Episcopal clergyman, publisher
and assistant editor of the Wesleyan Christian Advocate, well known
as an excellent Christian man and a true friend of the negro. All the
visitors showed decided interest and pleasure. A violent rain-storm
arising in the afternoon doubtless kept away many who would have
attended.
The literary exercises were held in the church at 4 p. m., June 1st, in
the presence of a large and attentive audience. The school,
marching in to organ music, were massed together upon the pulpit
platform, one tier above another, making a very striking and
memorable group. As I looked into the bright eyes and smiling faces
of all shades of color, from jet black to almost pure white, and noted
the neat, tasty dress, and the beaming of intelligence from the
animated features, and remembered the thoroughness of the
examination they had passed, I looked back to another scene,
sixteen years ago, when, as a soldier in General Wilson’s cavalry, we
took possession of this city, and heard the rumors of peace
confirmed, just at the end of the long and bloody war. That was my
first sight of the negroes of Macon. Then they were uncouth,
ragged, ignorant and untrained; but now what a change! I thanked
God and took courage.
As the school stood in this grouped position, they sang beautifully
the song “Our Motto,” in which the chorus of each verse was “Be
faithful, firm and true.” Then repeating together the Twenty-third
Psalm, and chanting the Lord’s Prayer, they took their seats in the
body of the church, and the literary programme went on. The
reading of selections and compositions, the declamations and music,
were all well rendered. The singing was especially deserving of
notice, as, on account of the severe illness of Miss Raynor, the music
teacher, the scholars were deprived of their accustomed organ
accompaniment and musical leadership. But they had been well
trained, and acquitted themselves with much credit to their teacher
and themselves. A song entitled “The Farmer’s Boy,” with a whistling
chorus, was especially well sung and whistled. The senior class sang
a parting song, and the benediction by Rev. J. W. Burke at 6 p. m.
closed the arduous and successful year’s work of the school.
During the year there have been 162 pupils enrolled. Miss C. H.
Gilbert, who has been principal for the past three years, is a very
successful and experienced instructor, and deserves great credit for
the thoroughness and progress of the school. The assistants, Misses
J. A. Raynor and C. M. Park, have also done faithful and valuable
work. The school has almost outgrown its present quarters, and
much needs increased accommodations. The daily Macon Telegraph
and Messenger published full and eulogistic reports of the closing
exercises.
Mrs. Elizabeth Lathrop, wife of the Macon missionary, has been
doing an important work in the industrial line among the girls during
the year. Laboring simply as minister’s wife, she has accomplished a
good deal of missionary work, not the least important of which has
been the sewing school. Beginning last December with twelve pupils,
the number increased to 133 on the roll, with an average weekly
attendance of 55. Northern friends have contributed thread, needles
and other material, and during the seven months the class have
made, under the instruction of Mrs. Lathrop, three hundred and six
garments (aprons, dresses, handkerchiefs and under clothing),
besides twenty-six patch-work quilts, all but three of these
completely finished. On June 4th there was an exhibition of these
articles at the Lewis High School, an astonishment to all who beheld.
The mothers sat there with glad, grateful tears rolling down their
cheeks, at the thought of the benefits received in this manner.
Speeches of eulogistic gratitude were made by the colored Methodist
preachers, and the day closed with the distribution of the garments
to the girls who had made them. Much good has been accomplished
in this way, and this industrial training is receiving, as it should, more
attention than formerly in different places.
 THE CHINESE.

“CALIFORNIA CHINESE MISSION.”

Auxiliary to the American Missionary Association.
President: Rev. J. K. McLean, D.D. Vice-presidents: Rev. A. L. Stone, D.D., Robert B.
Forman, Rev. T. K. Noble, Hon. F. F. Low, Rev. I. E. Dwinell, D.D., Hon. Samuel
Cross, Rev. S. H. Willey, D.D., Jacob S. Taber.
Directors: Rev. George Mooar, D.D., Hon. E. D. Sawyer, Rev. E. P. Baker, James M.
Haven, Esq., Rev. Joseph Rowell, Rev. John Kimball, A. L. Van Blarcon, Esq.,
George Harris, Esq., and the Secretary ex officio.
Secretary: Rev. W. C. Pond. Treasurer: E. Palache, Esq.
 THE ANNIVERSARY AT STOCKTON.
Last month I gave some account of our anniversary at Sacramento,
with the address by Lem Chung. Last Sabbath evening, June 19th,
we held our anniversary at Stockton. It was an exceedingly
interesting and useful service. The church was well filled—better
than ever before when I have been there. The report of the
secretary, Mr. M. J. Nightingale, and the supplementary one by the
teacher, Mrs. M. B. Langdon, showed good work done with glad
results. Just 100 Chinese had been enrolled as pupils in the school
during the year, though the largest enrolment in any one month was
49. The average attendance on some months rose to 35 or 36, but
the average for the year was 25. Two of the pupils have been
baptized and received into the Congregational church in Stockton
during the year, and others are now ready to be thus received.
The exercises by the pupils were well rendered. The pastor of the
church, Rev. John Hooper, made an earnest and effective address,
pledging his own sympathy and co-operation in such terms as will be
very helpful to us in the year to come. Your superintendent said a
few words also; but that which thrilled us most of all was the brief
and modest address of our new helper, Lee Pak Yuen, converted in
connection with our Oakland Mission, and a member of the First
Congregational church in that city. I give it to our readers just as it
was uttered.
 ADDRESS BY LEE PAK YUEN.

Dear Friends and Teachers: I am very glad to see you all, but I have
not much to say to you. I can only tell you how I became a
Christian.
For the first three years I was in California I did not like Jesus, and I
did scold those Chinese Christians who spoke about him. I only liked
to go and gamble, and play cards and drink. So I had no money to
live on. I felt very sorry; but afterward I was asked to come to
school, and for many months in school I also talked against Jesus;
but the teacher did not scold me, but was very kind to me. He
taught me, at length, to read this verse in Matt. ix. 13, “For I am not
come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.” But, at last,
the Holy Spirit convinced me to believe in Jesus with all my heart,
and now I thank you very much for what you have done for me and
for my countrymen. I hope the Lord bless you, and bring many to
believe in the Lord Jesus Christ.
I know the Lord is very strong. He helps every one to believe in Him.
Without Him we can do nothing. He will watch over us and take care
of us. Now I will tell you what I did while I was in China. I left
California to go back to China to my father’s house. He called me to
worship the gods, but I would not. My father had made all
preparations for my worshiping. He took my hand to go out of the
door to worship the ancestors, and he wanted me to kneel down
and pray to them. Because I would not, he scolded me and called
me crazy.
I came out to Hong Kong and stopped there one month. I then went
back to my home, and found my father crying, and all very sad. I
asked, “What is the matter?” My father answered: “You are no good.
You come home and will not worship my gods. The gods will kill your
brothers.” I then went to see my brothers, and found one of them
very sick indeed. The doctor said he cannot live two days. I almost
cried myself. My father then said to me: “If he dies I shall kill you. If
I do not kill you, all your other brothers will die.” I then took my
father’s hand, and knelt down and asked the Lord Jesus to bless
him; but my father scolded me all the time, for he did not believe on
the Lord Jesus Christ as our Saviour. He heard my prayer for my
brother’s sickness. In twenty days he was all well. All the people of
my village called me Christ; but I said, I am not Christ; he is in
heaven. The Bible says, “Whatsoever ye shall ask the Father in my
name I will do it.”
My dear friends, I hope you will not forget to pray for China, that all
may be brought to believe in the true God. Let us remember the
promise, “Ask of me, and I will give you the heathen for thine
inheritance, and the uttermost part of the earth for thy possession.”
 THE MAY REPORTS.

I add the following item, clipped from The Pacific of June 8th:
The monthly reports for May from the various mission schools of the
California Chinese mission are very encouraging. The work is larger
and, as we gladly believe, better than ever before—more schools,
more teachers, more pupils, and, we trust, many souls seeking
Christ. The statistics are as follows: Schools, 14; teachers and
helpers, 27; pupils enrolled, 566; of whom 190 were received during
May, against 68 who left the schools. The aggregate average
attendance was 314. Since the beginning of the present fiscal year
(Sept. 1, 1880), 1,245 pupils have been enrolled. Of the pupils now
in the schools, 136 are reported as giving evidence of conversion.
 WOMAN’S HOME MISSIONARY
ASSOCIATION.
Room 20, Congregational House, Beacon St., Boston.
Miss Nathalie Lord, Secretary. Miss Abby W. Pearson, Treasurer.

TWENTY MINUTES A-DAY WORKING SOCIETY,

IN CONNECTION WITH THE WOMAN’S HOME MISSIONARY ASSOCIATION.

For the benefit of ladies interested in home missionary work, but

prevented from forming or joining auxiliaries, we have this month a
new plan to propose, a plan which offers some of the advantages of
both individual and co-operative work.
The Twenty Minutes a-Day Working Society originated, we believe, in
England, where it appears to be accomplishing great good. Its
characteristic features are found in other associations among English
ladies, who seem to have a special liking for being bound together
by aim and rules without organization or meetings. But the idea has
been adopted in some of the churches of our country also, and, it is
said, with admirable success.
The following are the rules by which the members of this society
bind themselves:
1. To work twenty minutes a day, or two hours a week, according to
convenience.
2. Each lady to furnish her own materials, and make such articles as
are suitable either for home missionaries and their families at the
West, or for distribution among the colored people.
3. To contribute at least one book a year, not necessarily new.
4. To contribute fifty cents a year for the purpose of defraying
expenses of transportation, &c.
5. To pray each day for those to whom these gifts are sent, and also
for the prosperity of our organization.
6. Articles made are to be sent twice a year to the rooms of the
Woman’s Home Missionary Association, at such times as shall be
designated by the committee.
For further information apply to the Secretary of the Woman’s Home
Missionary Association, 20 Congregational House, Boston.
The interest roused by the late Home Missionary Convention at
Chicago shows how real and earnest is the purpose in the hearts of
many of our people to undertake with new determination and zeal
the task of keeping and of recovering this land for a true Christianity.
Every day exposes anew to us, if our eyes are open, the monstrous
and fatal dangers which threaten our Republic. But do we consider,
does each Christian reflect, that not one of these evils, not one evil,
would endanger our beloved country, if the good news brought by
Christ were accepted and worked out in every home and every life?
“Ten times one is ten;” yes, there is well unfolded the secret of
Christian life and strength, and of the coming millennium. Let each
of us now say: “I have been saved by the knowledge of Christ; to
how many can I convey this knowledge the coming year? Can I send
it to ten more? to one more? It is not for me to wait to see what ten
others will do. What can I do, and now, to help recover what is lost,
to keep what is yet ours in our dear land?” Oh, let us try it. We are
not doing enough, and our time of working may be short, if we let
the enemy come in like a flood; but let us work, each work, alone,
together; work and pray, for we have already seen something of
what God’s power and goodness can do in multiplying single-handed
and feeble (?) efforts made in His name.
A word more to the children about the Sunday-school papers. A
generous response has come in, but still the Secretary has a large
number of names of schools ready to receive above the number of
those ready to give. Are there not other Sunday-schools with papers
to send? Is there not some girl or boy ready to undertake to collect
the same? Do not be afraid to send a few, if you have not many,
only send them regularly and with prayer. Do not forget to be “ready
to distribute, willing to communicate.” This is your opportunity as
well as that of your father and mother, and the work is great. Write
to the Secretary of the Woman’s Home Missionary Association, 20
Congregational House, Boston, Mass., and she will send you the
name of a school where the boys and girls will be, you can hardly
think how, eager and glad to get your papers.
Receipts of Woman’s Home Missionary Association from May 31 to
June 27, 1881:
From auxiliaries $169.92
” life members 20.00
” annual members 2.00
” donations 52.50
——————
$244.42
Boxes and barrels:
From W. Newton, Aux. to Mrs. Babcock, valued at $30.00
” Son of Rev. Mr. Alvord, Nashua, to Miss Wilson. 50.00
Miss. Sunbeams, Phillip’s Ch., South Boston, to the
”
West 15.00
 CHILDREN’S PAGE.

GRACIE’S MISTAKE.
MRS. HARRIET A. CHEEVER.

“Just think, mamma! grandpa Gray gave me a five dollar bill just as
he was getting into the cars to go home, and said I might do just
what I pleased with it; wasn’t that splendid?”
“Yes, Gracie, what shall you do with it?”
“Don’t know yet, shall have to think;” and Gracie flattened her nose
against the window-pane one short moment, the next she
exclaimed:
“Oh, see, ma, there goes one of those colored students; do you
suppose they ever learn much?”
Something in the child’s tone pained Mrs. Gray, and she answered
seriously:
“Just as much as any others; my little girl has yet to learn that any
difference in young men that is only skin deep is a very slight
difference, and none whatever in the sight of God.”
“Well,” replied the petted child, “I like white folks best, and always
shall;” and she gave her pretty head with its fair hair a smart little
toss. Before her mother could reply, she asked hastily:
“May I run across the bit of woods and see Jennie Hale a little
while?”
Her mother said yes, and the next moment Gracie was skipping
along through the “bit of woods” towards the home of her little
friend, when all at once she struck her foot against a little stump,
bounded into the air for an instant, then fell heavily. There she lay
moaning in dreadful pain.
“Oh, dear!” she cried, “I’ve broken my ankle, I know I have, and that
horrid Dr. Stuart will have to set it, and he sha’n’t, he sha’n’t! I’ll die
if he does! Oh, dear, what shall I do!”
Dr. Frank Bates, a colored student in the medical department of the
college for freedmen, close by, was walking slowly along with a book
in his hand—a way these students have, somehow, of improving
every moment—when he thought he heard a moan. He listened, and
sure enough it was a moan, very near, too, and putting the book in
his pocket, he soon reached the spot where Gracie was lying.
He was a very tall, strong young man, but tender-hearted and gentle
as a woman could be. He knelt beside Gracie, who cried with pain
when he tried to lift her.
“There, there,” he crooned pityingly, his great, soft eyes full of
compassion; “wait a moment, and Dr. Frank’ll make it all right for
poor sissy;” and seeing at once what was the real trouble, he
fortunately found a little board, and tearing his bright Madras
handkerchief into strips, with what skill he could carefully splintered
and bandaged the broken limb; then lifting her firmly in his strong
arms, he carried her steadily and safely along to her home.
Grade’s mother, in all her distress at her little girl’s pain, did not
forget to thank him warmly for what he had done. Then she added.
“Now we will send for Dr. Stuart, and soon have you comfortable,
poor little Gracie.”
But to Mrs. Gray’s surprise, Gracie cried out: “Oh no, no, mamma, let
Dr. Frank stay; I know my limb is broken and must be set all right;
he told me so; but I want Dr. Frank; I’ll be good, only let him stay.”
Turning to the young giant who stood quietly by, Mrs. Gray asked if
he dared undertake the case, and understood properly what must be
done.
And he proved he did understand perfectly, for not even the famous
Dr. Stuart could more carefully or skillfully have done what was
needed than did Dr. Frank.
Such friends as they grew to be—the dark-skinned, intelligent young
student, and his fair little patient!
One day Gracie said to her father, “Papa, sha’n’t you pay Dr. Frank
just as much for what he has done for me as you should any one
else?”
Mr. Gray thought a moment, then replied:
“Yes, Gracie, I certainly shall; it is only right; he has earned it as
fairly certainly as any one else could have done.”
And what a help and encouragement it was, the handsome sum
which Gracie’s grateful papa paid to Dr. Frank one day. But one other
day, the great tears stood in Dr. Frank’s fine dark eyes, and he
couldn’t say a word for a long time, when Gracie made him a
present of her five dollar bill “to buy a book with, to remember her
by,” she said child-like; but when he could find his voice again, he
said so sadly, that Gracie will never forget it:
“No fear that Dr. Frank will ever forget the first dear white child who
ever gave him kind words and dared trust him. I am very, very
grateful for dear little sissy’s dollars; but oh, the kind words are the
sweetest sounds Dr. Frank has ever heard yet.”
One day Gracie asked her mother if she remembered how proudly
she said she should always like white folks best.
“Yes, I remember,” replied her mother.
“So does God,” said Gracie very gently; “but I’ve been praying Him
to remember it no more, for what should I have done without my
good, kind Dr. Frank?”
 RECEIPTS FOR JUNE, 1881.

MAINE, $147.08.
Augusta. Benj. Spaulding $5.00
Bangor. Hammond St. Sab. Sch. 11.00
Blanchard. “D.B.” 10.00
Brunswick. J. W. Perry, for Wilmington, N.C. 5.00
East Union. David Fowler 5.00
Ellsworth. Mrs. L. T. Phelps 10.00
Gorham. Cong. Ch., Bbl. of C. and $2.50 for freight,
for Selma, Ala. 2.50
Machias. Centre St. Cong. Ch. 5.11
North Yarmouth. Cong. Ch. for Student Aid, Selma,
Ala. 27.45
Portland. Ladies’ Aux. H. M. A. of Williston Ch., Box
of C. and $1.52 for freight, for Wilmington, N.C. 1.52
Saint Albans. Rev. W. S. Sewall 6.50
Winterport. Mrs. Dr. E. Manter, for California
Chinese M. 52.00
York. Cong. Ch. and Soc. 6.00

NEW HAMPSHIRE, $136.39.

Amoskeag. Mrs. Henry B. Stearns, $2; Mrs. N.
Stearns, $2 4.00
Dover. S. H. F. 0.50
Exeter. Second Cong. Ch. Sab. Sch., for Student
Aid, Fisk U. 20.00