is devoted to the church. The most prominent piece of furniture in
the house is the pulpit, which stands in this room. This pulpit is
large out of all proportion to everything else about the place. It
was covered over with a beautifully embroidered altar piece. The
two chairs placed for Brother Maddox and myself were also entirely
covered with crocheted Brazilian lace. I hesitated to occupy such
a daintily decorated seat.

This church of forty-six members maintains three Sunday schools in
the adjoining country and six preaching stations, members of the
church doing the preaching. Every member gives to the college in
Rio 200 reis (six cents) a month, and to missions, etc., 300 reis
(nine cents) per month. This is munificent liberality when we take
into consideration their exhausting poverty.

Our coming was a great event with them. We were met at the station
by a member of the church, who mounted us on a gray pony apiece
and soon had us on our way. He walked, and with his pacing sort of
stride he easily kept up with us. His feet were innocent of shoes.
He says he does not like shoes because they interfere with his
walking. Underneath that dilapidated hat and those somewhat seedy
clothes we found a warm-hearted Christian, who serves the Lord
with passionate devotion. He often preaches, though he has very
little learning. He is mighty in the Scriptures, having committed
to memory large sections of them, and has a genuine experience of
grace to which he bears testimony with great power.

We arrived at the church about eleven o'clock. We were received
with expressions of great joy. Mrs. Manoela was so happy over our
coming that she embraced us in true Brazilian style. We were shown