Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1897-06-20
DESCRIPTION PRlcEs
AN ELOQUENT RESPONSE.
Made by Mrs, Couch to an Address
Of Wslcome,

The following is the response eg Mrs 1i1lsh. of II agassia, 59 the address of welcome fa fhe delegates to the Wonan's Foreign Missionary Society delivered bg Mrs. R. H. N. 1lills
 In behalf of the visitors. deiega tes and officers of the Woman1s Foreign Missionary Society of the Little Rock conference, l take suafeigned pleasure in thanking you f9r your cordial welcome, we are happy to meet you; enjoy the hospitality of your homes. and it warns our hearts to catch the melody of yons voices in song and feel 1he kindIiag touches of the Holy Spirit in answer to our mingled prayers.
 As Mrs. Mills was talking to IS in her loving, kind and graceful WY. the thought ocearea to me Why this IS a precious, happy hour. It brings back 10 my mind the hap piest hour in my childhood life-t the twilight hour. was fortunate ia being born in the country and fortu- nate in being one of large family. The time intervening between the morning and evening issalways asso- ciated in iny mind with hurry and bust.e and stir; the old place just hunmed with business. But when day was done, the work over, and the boys came home and the supper oyer and the slaves in their cabins ard father and mother would lay aside care and austerify. we were alI happy children. The soft notes of music and singing would fafl on the evening air and after we little ones. or the broad veranda of my old Southern home had watched the sun 20 down in perfect glory of bushes in the west, we would sit and watch the clouds that often piled themselves up like mountain peaks of soft, billowy seafoam Then to my childish,sleepY eyes they would transform themselves into SIS ooth, soft beds, and the little clouds would turn to angels. with long, dropping pinions, bearing in their arms little chubby children and laughing babies in long white gowns and little iieey white lambs. and would put them all to sleep in soft white beds and tuck them into blankets soft as cider down and drape around them curtains of nlmiest lace and pin theam all in place with the stars. It was the sleeping visions of my efailds fife. out the memory of that hour comes back to me as something saered nov and is one of the sweetest memories of all my fife. and shan We nat all go home bearing with as sweet memories of this hour aud siall we pot try to be grander and holier in our lives from the memory of this houf2
 We came to you to hs ar and tell of the years work to hear of golden opportunities grasped aud used for the cause of good; md to thiuk of many opportunities that have drifted like ships all laden with rare and lueious fruits to our very door and have wasted and eieeayed under our touch; and alas. they will come no more. We meet to plan for the future. May the great head of the direct our course.
 These annual meetings are the main springs that keep the wheels of our machinery in motiou It Is not for pastime that these busy house keepers have left their homes, 1psbapds and children and come to- Eetlzer Tor q few days. Ve come
 1h hearts afame with love for the
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