We beg you to help us by offering prayers to the living and true God that He will make us faithful even unto death,--that He will bless us while on the sea of this life, until we reach the shore of peace without fear or trouble, that we may be ready to stand before the seat of the Lord Jesus the Judge of all, clothed in the robes of His perfect righteousness, which he wove for us on the Cross, and is now ready to give to those who ask Him.

Let us then all ask of God that this our only treasure may be placed where no thief can break in and steal, and no moth shall corrupt.
And may the Lord preserve you! We love to sing this hymn, 'Holy Bible, Book Divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine!' and we entreat you that when you sing it, you will let it be a remembrancer from us to you." In March, 1865, a little girl was brought to the school under somewhat peculiar circumstances.

Years ago, in the days of Mr.Whiting, a Maronite monk named Nejm, became enlightened, left the monastery and was married to a Maronite woman named Zarifeh, by Mr.Whiting.For years the poor man passed through the fires of persecution and trial.

Even his wife, in her ignorance, though not openly opposing him, trembled with fear every time he read the Scriptures aloud.

At the time mentioned above, their little daughter Resha was about five years of age.