鈥業 must speak to Dr. Jiggs. I cannot leave the school without his permission, of course.鈥? Horatia. What is that? All these years, off and on, Charlotte Tucker鈥檚 pen had been at work; and probably nothing that she ever wrote was of greater importance than the many tiny little booklets for translation into the various languages of India. After being composed by her in English they were rendered by competent persons into Urdu, Panjabi, Hindi, Bengali, Tamil, and were published at exceedingly low prices, to be sold by hundreds of thousands among the Natives of the country. Many were brought out by the Christian Literature Society for India, many more by the Punjab Religious Book Society. A small report of the latter Society, so early as about 1877-78, speaks of thirty-seven of A. L. O. E.鈥檚 tiny booklets as already published, and of fresh editions being in some cases already called for. A letter to her English Publishers, Messrs. Nelson & Sons, early in 1890, gives interesting information on the subject:鈥? 鈥淚鈥檝e been doing so in a general way,鈥?he replied. 鈥淚鈥檝e been living in a sort of intoxication; but now and then I wake up and have a lucid interval. And then I feel that by not sitting on the doorstep of scholastic agents I鈥檓 doing something wrong, something almost immoral鈥攁nd it gives me an unholy thrill of delight.鈥? TO MISS LEILA HAMILTON. The Mission Miss Sahibas must temper restrain鈥? DISAPPOINTMENTS AND DELAYS The New Year鈥檚 Day of 1885 was not altogether cheerful, despite courageous efforts made, and parties of Indians: children in the afternoon, seniors in the evening. Two unfortunate Hindus were accidentally drowned in one of the large Batala tanks; happily not that tank which lay close to the palace, wherein the schoolboys were wont to disport themselves. This naturally threw a shadow over the proceedings of the day. "Yes," he replied, "quite well." "McTaggart says," continued the Chief, "that the engineers and contractors cannot get them to keep out of the way of their own blasts, and that he has more than once seen heads, legs and arms blown in all directions; and when given a spade and pick they have to exercise eternal vigilance to keep them from digging their own graves." Thus happy Brides shed Tears, they know not why.