The daily morning journal and courier., 1895-11-23
AN ENJorABLE MEETING.
The woman's Foreign Missionary Rec
 tiou Held at College Street Church,

 The womau's Foreign Missionary Recep-
 ton Held at College street Church. A most enjoyable meeting of the ladies representing the Methodist churches of the city was held Thursday afternoon at the First church parlors, corner of Elm and College streets, The occasion was the twenty-flfth anniversary of the organization of the WomanSs Foreign Missionary society, which for several years carried on the work for heather women as a union, though for some years past each church has labored independently through It's own auxiliary,
 The gathering took the form of a missionary birthday reception, envel- opes inclosing dainty Mttle silk bags and an invitation card with request in rhyme, as follows: "We send herewith a little case, WiH you not in 1t kindly place For each year of your life, one cent One little coin a year, at least And bring 1t to our Birthday feast?" were sent out very generally and re- turned laden with generous offerings for the work, more especially, of sup porting native Bible woman In North India.
 The exercises, all quite informal, as the gathering was largely social one consisted of music, songs and recita- tions by misses and children and brief addresses, followed by light refresh. ments.
 The presence of Mrs. Herman B. Allen of Meriden, formerly of this city, was a most agreeable surprise. She gave us brief account of the first meeting oi the society at her own home on Church street in 1870, when Mrs. Dr. Butler missionary to India, portrayed the sac condition of the women of that country so vividly as to awaken the earnest desire to send them the gospel, which resulted in its formation. Many expressions of regret were ex | changed on account of the absence o1 our former president, Mrs. c. A. Bald win, who was detained by illness, ant of the presiding elders wife, Mrs, North who was out of town. The generous offering of the latter, accompanied by | the following sweet poem, came too latt for presentation at the reception: One cent a year, dear friends I gladly give
 For all the years that God has let mt live,
 I would that cents were dollars turned l to gold
 The joys I've known, were then bu feeIbly told.
 One cent a year for all those blessed
 days
 That childhood brought-its mirth, it
 its fun, it's plays, | o, memory! how preciously you come And lift us OCT the years, to the olt home
 Where Father, Mother, and the dea
 ones dwelt,
 Where sorrows never come, wher
 childish troubles melt At tfe soft touch of mothers loving
 hand
 Or fathers cheering voice, which non,
 withstand.
 Gone are the blessed ones who mad
 home dear,
 But in my heart to-day there is II, fear.
 know those gates of pearl were opened
 wide,
 And resting from their labors on tn
 other side
 They wait my coming, O! the gladsom
 day, | ct may not be so very far away) When clasped within the arms of love l embrace
 I kneel with them and look on Jesus
 face.
 These blessed years of happy wedde | life
 When it has been so sweet to be tn
 wife
 Of one. who in the days of childhoo
 ever stood
 My one ideal of all that's brave an
 good!
 One cent a year for this? It is to
 small.
 I would not stop at dollars,-take
 alI--
 My time and prayers, my love I give To God, and you. It is a joy to live.
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