I visited Washington, to lay before the Administration the causes which ad desolated our fair State with tlie blood of those slain by Indian massacre. After pleading in vain, and finding no redress, Secretary Stanton said to a friend, "What does the Bishop want If he came here to tell us that our Indian system is a sik

of iniquity, tell him we all know it. Tell him the United States never eures a wrong tuntil the people demand it; and when tlhe hearts of the poople ure reached the Indian will be saved." this book the reader will find the sad story of a century-no, not the whole story, but the fragmentary story of isolated tribes The author will have her reward if it shall aid in securing jus- tice to a noblc and a wronged race. Even with the sad experi ences of the past we have not learned justice. The Cherokees and other tribes received the Indian Territory as a compensation and atoncnet for one of the darkest erinies ever comunitted by a Christian nation. That territory was conveyed to them by leg- islation as stroug as the wit of statesmen conld devisc. The fa thers who convcyed this territory to the Cherokces are dead. Greedy eyes covet the land. The plans are laid to wrest it from ts rightful owners. If this great iniquity is consummated, these Indians dcclare that all hope in our justice will die out of their hearts, and that they will defend their country with their lives The work of reform is a difficult one; it will cost us time, effort, and money; it will demand the best thoughts of the best mcn in the country. We shall have to regain the eontidence of our Indian wards by honest dealing and the fulfilment of our promises. Now the nane ofa wlite man is to the Indians a syn- onyme for " liar." Red Cloud recently paid a visit to tlhe Black Hills, and was hospitably entertained by his white friends. In bidding them good-byo he expressed the hope that, if they did not mcet again on eartl, they might meet beyond the grave "in a land where white men ceased to be liars." Dark as the history is, there is a brighter side. No missions to the heathen have been more blessed than those among the In- dians. Thousands, who were onee wild, painted savages, finding their greatest joy in decds of war, are now the disciples of the Prince of Peace. There are Indian churclhes with Indian congre- gations, in which Indian clergy are telling the story of God's love in Jesus Christ our Saviour. Where once was only herd the med icine-drum and the song of tlhe scalp-dance, there is now the bell calling Christians to prayer, and songs of praise and words of prayer go up to heaven. The Ciristian home, though only a