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Incorporating the Atlantic Union founded in 1897

THE ENGLISH-SPEAKING UNION
OF THE BRITISH EMPIRE

To draw together in the Bond of Comradeship the English-Speaking Peoples of the World

President
HRH THE PRINCE OF WALES K.G.

M/MW

Chairman
THE MARQUESS OF READING GCB

DARTMOUTH HOUSE
37 CHARLES STREET · BERKELEY SQUARE · LONDON W1

EDUCATION COMMITTEE.

PRESIDENT

The Lord Queenborough, G.B.E.

CHAIRMAN

Professor Winifred Cullis,
C.B.E., M.A., D.Sc.

SECRETARY

Mr. R. S. P. Mackarness

REPRESENTATIVES OF EDUCATIONAL
ORGANISATIONS

Association of Assistant Masters
Mr. H. L. Constable, B.A.

Association of Assistant Mistresses
Mrs. Gordon Wilson

Association of Directors and Secretaries for
Education

Mr. E. Salter Davies, C.B.E., M.A.

Association of Head Masters
Mr. W. J. Baldwin, M.A.

Association of Head Mistresses
Miss E. M. Tanner, B.A.

Association of Head Mistresses of Recognised
Private Schools

Miss Olive M. Willis, M.A.

Association of Teachers of Domestic Subjects
Miss R. M. Cripps, B.A.

Association of Teachers in Technical
Institutions

Mr. J. Wickham Murray, M.A.

Association of Women Science Teachers

Miss M. R. Birt, B.Sc.

International Federation of University
Women

Miss Theodora Bosanquet, M.B.E., B.S.

Educational Institute of Scotland
Miss Mary Tweedie, M.A.

Headmasters' Conference
The Rev. H. Costley-White, D.D.

Incorporated Association of Preparatory
Schools

Mr. E. G. H. North, M.A.

Independent Schools Association
Miss M. Elizabeth Webb

Parents' National Educational Union
The Hon. Mrs. Franklin

National Special Schools Union
Mr. J. Hudson

National Union of Teachers
Mr. A. Tasker, M.B.E., A.K.C.

REPRESENTATIVES OF THE
COMMON INTERESTS COMMITTEE

The Hon. Mrs. Alfred Lyttelton, G.B.E.
Mr. F. K. Ogden

CO-OPTED MEMBERS

Miss M. G. Beard, M.A.

Miss Edith A. Ford, B.A.

Miss Alice Woods, M.A.

GENERAL SECRETARY OF THE R.S.U.
Miss Helena Mills John, M.A.

November 5th, 1935.

Dear Sir,

I understand from our Oxford Secretary, Miss FitzRandolph, that you would like to apply for the scholarship offered by the Cincinnati Branch of the English-Speaking Union of the United States, and I should be grateful if you would be kind enough to fill in the enclosed form, and return it to me with the necessary enclosures at your earliest convenience.

W. Force Stead, Esq.,
The Red House,
Clifton Hampden,
ABINGDON, Berks.

YEE SUI'S LONELY SERVICE

ON A ROCKY CRAG, 200 feet higher than the level of busy Pittsburg, stands a church which has but one member. And that church is also the worshiper's home, "a miserable shack, under the shadow of the Municipal Hospital." It is the leper home, tenanted by one unfortunate Chinaman, Yee Sui. How that doleful abode became a place of Christian worship is told thus in *The Congregationalist* (Boston):

"A few months ago he was a devout worshiper of his ancestral gods, but when the great affliction came upon him, Yee Sui found that his father's gods were helpless to meet his dire needs. Then it was that the faithful missionary, Yee Tang, found him and told him of the faith that had become to him better than anything his fathers knew. The result was that just about a year ago, Dr. G. W. Shelton of the Second Presbyterian Church stood in the biting wind on that desolate height, on the steps of the leper house, and baptized this Chinaman into the Christian faith. And he has found comfort and grace to meet the sorrows and loneliness of his lot. Once a month the missionary, Yee Tang, comes with the sacred elements of the communion, the bread and wine; but even he must set them down by the steps and Yee Sui must wait until he has retired to a safe distance before he partakes, while Yee Tang repeats the simple ritual. This church has services every Sunday afternoon. Yee Sui is the only worshiper. The service is aided by a phonograph and a Bible in the Chinese language. After a hymn from the phonograph, Yee Sui takes his Chinese Bible and reads aloud many passages very earnestly. There is a pause, then rises the voice of prayer. The words are strange, but they are spoken in the spirit of faith and of deep devotion. When the prayer ceases, the chords of the phonograph sound again and the words so dear to sorely tried and needy Christian hearts float out of the strange temple, on the high rock above the careless city in the valley below

Jesus, Lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly.

"Then the service, so pathetic yet so triumphant, is over.

"The other Sunday this service had an unexpected and, for Yee Sui, a joyous ending. Shouting was heard without and, going to the door, who should be standing there but his own brother from far-off Canton, Yee Chow. 'I have come to visit you, my brother,' he said. 'I heard in Canton of your sickness. Our father and mother send you their best wishes. Your wife and children hope for your speedy recovery. Am I permitted to embrace you?' But Yee Sui drew back and warned him that he must not come too near. For a long time they talked of the old home and the loved ones there. Then the visiting brother wondered at the fortitude and good cheer of the afflicted one. Yee Sui told of the new faith that had come and of its power and comfort. The man from Canton listened thoughtfully. He had heard vaguely in China of the missionaries and their new religion, but here he began to realize what it stood for. He comes often, now, to visit his leper brother and to hear of Jesus and his wonderful power to cheer and strengthen those who trust him. So this strange church, with its one worshiper and its phonograph organ, bids fair to give an exhibition of the true missionary spirit which is the sure mark of every genuine church of Jesus Christ."

A MOSLEM CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOR

THE LEAST LIKELY place to find a Christian Endeavor Society, one would say, would be a Mohammedan community, but Beirut, in Syria, can present this anomaly. Over a hundred girls form this society, and none but Mohammedans are admitted. They do not renounce their Moslem faith either, but find a way of reconciling the two and giving their allegiance to both prophets. The Rev. Francis E. Clark tells in the *Christian Endeavor World* (Boston) of his visit to the Jessie Taylor Memorial School in Beirut, where he found this "absolutely unique Christian Endeavor Society," saying:

"I gladly accepted the invitation of the principal of the school to address the girls, and one afternoon found myself in a large and pleasant schoolroom, used also as a chapel, and in the presence of a hundred or more bright-faced girls, every one of whom was a Mohammedan or a Druse (the Druses are a sect of Mohammedans).

"Before I spoke the acting principal, Miss Conpar, asked the members of the Christian Endeavor Society to rise; and all the older girls, whose ages I should think would range from fourteen to eighteen, rose.

"Here, then, were the members of this most remarkable Christian Endeavor Society, every one of whom had been brought up a Moslem; every one of whom from infancy had repeated the formula ten thousand times, 'God is great, and Mohammed is his prophet'; every one of whom belonged to a home where the Koran and not the Bible is regarded as the Book of Books.

"When I asked the missionary how it happened that these girls were allowed to become Christian Endeavorers, I was told that they all regarded Jesus Christ as a great prophet, and that they could conscientiously take our pledge and say, 'Trusting in the Lord Jesus Christ for strength, I promise him that I will strive to do whatever he would like to have me do.'

"To be sure, they, or at least their parents, believed that

From "The Christian Endeavor World"

Best Christmas wishes, 1938

from Sylvia & Edmund

WITH half a hundred sudden loops and coils

Between the limits of two humble farms,
Swerving and dodging like a boy who foils
His mates' pursuit; with numberless wild charms;
With beauty and joy my tiny river dances
The longest way he can and prettiest too,
About our meadows, topped with shining lances
Of reed and rush, tunnelled in shadowy blue
Of thicket oak and alder and ivied shell
Of vast old willow; fast he runs and well
To keep his many appointments all at once,
Now the eel-stone, now yellow lilies, now white,
Now where the fat vole on the warm ledge suns,
Here there and everywhere, a brilliant watersprite.

Edmund Blunden

THERESE, then, have triumphed. You have broken
An honourable silence, spoken
With no blame fit words and few
Bidding your land, and King, adieu.

Time gets no weaker in surprise,
Mutability defies
Good prophets still, but here's wild change.
An England without you is strange.

But these have triumphed. Who are these?
Dogmas, distortions, enmities,
Old Rumour with her modern tricks,
Slow apprehensive Politics;

Much genuine judgment, not all based
On genuine grounds; 'questions of taste';
Importance, with stenographer;
World Circulation Manager.

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And who roosts here? The People's Voice!
Some millions of us had no choice
But found this goblin overnight
Installed and thundering left and right.

Abstractions gesturing on the sky
Were summoned to the hue and cry;
And scarcely Christ-like Christianity
Deplored, in monarchs, frank humanity.

But let them pass; you knew each one
If not the total web they spun,
And in the mêlée well discerned
Where lights of honest wisdom burned.

Only for this, maybe, I write:
Distressed that service rich and bright,
So willing, unpretentious, should
So soon meet such ingratitude.

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That love should be shut out and hated
By sound success cautiously mated
Indeed in England is no news;
Lovelessness will claim its dues.

But hardly could one fear that source
Of sullen and conspiring force
Would contradict what millions know
Or dare ungrace what millions owe.

Watching your reign, we had believed
Your general action well conceived;
Your sense of changing state and rule
Seemed quickened in the glorious school

Of world-wide Life, which takes small care
Of ancient castles in the air;
Your concept of re-integration
Erred only by anticipation.

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