LWwT


UP THE HANDS THAT HANG DOWN.


among the orange-trees, or under the China-tree which
overhangs the gate. Right before us lies the saddest
thing that can be imagined, next to a desolate heart


-a deserted village. Roofless cl
houses, all that fire and fierce
standing, rapidly falling to pieces
tilled fields, groves of orange-tree
perfumed blossoms, or golden with


moss-grown,


covered with lichens


churches,


tenantless


bombardment left
; fenceless and un-
s, once white with
luscious fruit, now
and other destruc-


tive parasites-the dead limbs more abundant than the
living.
 How often from such moonlight scenes have I re-
turned to my room to spend many sleepless hours in
trying to devise some practical scheme by which hun-
dreds of the skillful and intelligent men and women,
.suffering for food and the bitter cold at the North,
could be transplanted to this or many similar spots
in FIbrida I Put some of our Northern sufferers, who
are now walking our streets half starved or freezing,
down here, set them to work, and they would show
better than tongue or pen can describe what a few
months of intelligent industry and skill can effect,


even in a place which on I
and past reclaiming.
 But bringing this land
and redeeming it from the
part of the good which


Think of the incomparably
which would result from such
women, and children saved fro
beggary, which so soon dwarfs


first sight seems worthless

under proper cultivation,
wilderness, is only a small
might be accomplished.


more important good
divine charity. Men,
m that cruel want and
and wellnigh destroys