lean hard." Very refreshing was that support. And then came the
Master's own voice, repeating the words, "If you love _me_,
lean hard;" and I leaned on him too, feeling that, through that poor
woman, he had preached me a better sermon than I could have heard at
home. I was rested long before the services were through; then I
spent an hour with the women, and after sunset rode six miles to my
own home. I wondered that I was not weary that night nor the next
morning; and I have rested ever since on those sweet words, "If you
love me, lean hard."

But I intended to tell you of our Sabbaths in school. Saturday is
the girls' day for washing and mending, and we are busy all day
long. Just before sunset, the bell calls us to the school room, and
there we inquire if the last stitch is taken, and the rooms are all
in order. If any thing is still undone, the half hour before supper
sees it finished. After leaving the table, every thing is arranged
for the morning, and then we have a quiet half hour in our rooms.
After this, half the pupils come to Miss Rice, and half to me. Each
has a prayer meeting, remembering the absent ones, also the Female
Seminaries in Constantinople, South Hadley (Mass.), and Oxford
(Ohio). All retire from these precious meetings to their "half
hour," as they call it, and before nine o'clock all is quiet, unless
it be the voice of some one still pleading with her God.

The first bell, Sabbath morning, is at half past five, when all rise
and dress for the day. Morning prayers are at half past six; then
comes breakfast, and, our few morning duties being done, the girls
retire to study their Sabbath school lessons, and sometimes ask to
meet together for prayer. At half past nine, we attend Syriac
service in the chapel. The Sabbath school follows that, numbering